I’m writing you a letter even though we’ve never met
I hope you got your teeth fixed and less stormclouds in your head
I wish I had some wisdom, or a stone to measure to
But mostly I’m just scared there’s noone I’m writing to
So just tell me that we made it
Last month I turned 27 to no pomp or circumstance
To tell the truth I think I’ll spend the year in a chokehold or a trance
And there’s a deadly club that’s set up shop in the back of my head
So i’m hoping you can tell me to kiss goodbye the dread
So just tell me that we made it
My tongue is filled with questions, but meandering’s my mind
Your shape’s made up of haze that my eyes can not define
I hope that you are present, not nostalgic for today
I hope your hands are dirty, no more dripping in dismay
A sprawling, 25-song set from Pete Yorn complete with covers of Springsteen and The Smiths capture him at his unguarded best. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2020