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Crosswinds
03:33
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Fast asleep in the window seat
You insisted on before leaving the gate
So I’m flirting with your friend in 15B
But I won’t recall her face
Little do I know you’d come to my show that week
Little do I know you’d stick around
That we’d sing Usher on the roof
That your hands would be so smooth
All I know is that
Western winds blow by fast
All I know is that
It won’t take long before I’m back
All I know is that
You deserve better than this, but I
Still get caught up in your crosswinds
Discount airlines take me where I wanna be
But they stuff me in a row seat
So instead of hanging ten in Santa Cruz
I’m knocking knees with you
Now every time I try to wall the world out
I can see you flying overhead
I don’t know how long I’ll let you stay
But you should stick around an extra day or two or maybe more
All I know is that
Western winds blow by fast
All I know is that
It won’t take long before I’m back
All I know is that
You deserve better than this, but I
Still get caught up in your crosswinds
Yeah, I - I still get caught up in your crosswinds
Fast asleep laying next to me
Your alarm is set so I don’t miss my flight
But right now all I’m hoping for
Is to oversleep with you just one more time
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Take my eyes out of my head and tell me what you wanna see
I take requests so whisper soft just what you want outta me
Little known the worth of the soul till the check comes in the mail
Guess I’ll find out in time whether I can make rent in Hell
Well I’ve been tryin so hard to be just like you
But I gotta be myself too
And I’ve been tryin so hard to make you love me
But I gotta let myself breathe
This head ain’t big enough for the two of us (for the two of us)
This head ain’t big enough for the two of us (for the two of us)
Help me find peace of mind, I know your kindness won’t overreach
But sometimes my lust for love brings the worst outta me
I may sing a song I don’t feel, may act out a scene I don’t mean
Either way, at the end of the day, maybe I’ll believe a word I say
Well I’ve been tryin so hard to be just like you
But I gotta be myself too
I’ve been tryin so hard to make you love me
And I gotta let myself breathe
This head ain’t big enough for the two of us (for the two of us)
This head ain’t big enough for the two of us (for the two of us)
This head ain’t big enough for the two of us
This head ain’t big enough for the two of us
This head ain’t big enough for the two of us
This head ain’t big enough for the two of us
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If I had a way with words
Which way would I walk to get to her?
And just how many steps do I take?
If I had a lot of time
How long would she linger in my mind
After counting up the ways I let her down?
If I had to roll the dice
And look for someone almost half as right
Would you bet on me or the house?
And if I didn’t say a lot
How long would she take to read my thoughts
And could she handle what she saw?
We know just how much time it took you
to fall in deep for me
And just how long for me to muck it up
and right when you start moving on
I start to sing this tired song
If you were a honey bee
Would you bring that sweet stuff back to me?
Is there nectar left in this tree?
And if you were to let me sing
How long till the lyrics start to sting?
And what if I let it ring?
We know just how much time it took you
to fall in deep for me
And just how long for me to muck it up
and right when you start moving on
I start to sing this tired song
Every other time it feels just right
And every other time I see your light
But when we get back the music’s tight
Until I shut down and say goodnight
If I had a way with words
Which way would I walk if I were her?
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4. |
Maybe Next October
05:03
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It’s October now
Summer made its way to Fall
It’s over now
You gave up trying to call
It’s been since Spring
You gave up on that ring
I thought by now
I’d make a little ground
Well maybe someday I think about you
From a different point of view
It won’t be soon, but
Maybe someday I’ll wake up just fine
And you won’t be on my mind
It won’t be soon, but
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
It’s getting colder now
But I’ve felt this way a while
My shoulders frozen out
My eyes well up with ice
It’s been since May
I called you every day
I thought by now
I’d feel better somehow
Well maybe someday I think about you
From a different point of view
It won’t be soon, but
Maybe someday I’ll wake up just fine
And you won’t be on my mind
It won’t be soon, but
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next October
Well it feels so wrong
To give up after this long
But if we start now
Maybe someday I think about you
From a different point of view
It won’t be soon, but
Maybe someday I wake up just fine
And you won’t be on my mind
It won’t be soon, but
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
Yeah, maybe next October
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Every time I go home I find myself a little older
Now I don’t fear my own death
But when I knock on that door and watch my dog get off the floor
I can’t help but see she’s getting slower
When I go to work I know those hours turn to weeks
I count up that time and call it progress
When I make it back and see just what I sat out
I can never find the words to say
God I wish I was here
I can’t believe I missed another year
God I wish I was here
Every day I miss with you brings another tear
My granddad died past the age of eighty-five
He came home from work and fell right over
And he wouldn’t have gone out any other way
But he left me with an awful lot to say
When I leave this house to go out and walk my path
Lately I get stuck there on the porch
Cause if I turn my head back I know
That old dog’s eyes will beg me not to go
God I wish I was here
I can’t believe I missed another year
God I wish I was here
Every day I miss with you brings another tear
Someday I’ll come back to a world I’ve never known
Someday I’ll come back to find an Angel
I live in fear that that trip will come this year
So let me make this really clear
God I wish I was here
I can’t believe I missed another year
God I wish I was here
Every day I miss with you brings another tear
When I’m done at last, homeward bound I’ll run so fast
To sit with you and watch this hourglass
Lord help me save some time to pass
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Don’t speak
I’ll cross the street if you make me
Can’t see
Through the smile that I’m faking
Lightly
I’ll skid past on the surface
Nightly
I drop out and I’m nervous
Can you hear me despite it all?
Can you see me in light of it all?
Can you feel me to fight it all?
Can you sit with me so lightly and raw?
Maybe
One day I’ll be called out
For something
Something stupid I lied about
To save face
To save face I could leave town
No baggage
I’d leave my shit and just walk out
Can you hear me despite it all?
Can you see me in light of it all?
Can you feel me to fight it all?
Can you sit with me so lightly and raw?
Envy the newborns and their clean slates
Enter loving arms and empty plates
Show them, every day brings a new mistake
Show them, you’re gonna stick with them anyway
Can you hear me despite it all? (I hear you)
Can you see me in light of it all? (I see you)
Can you feel me to fight it all? (I feel you)
Can you sit with me so lightly and raw?
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7. |
In Kind
03:36
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Joni you look so blue when you
Get up on that stage every day
You tried to sing
To everyone in the wing
Every thousand, every three
I pulled you off the shelf myself
I heard what you said, till I’m dead
The way I would live
Is just like a sieve
Breathing out, breathing in
Cause I can’t hold on to
Every thought that you
May or may not be
Thinking about me
So I’ll let go of
All that that ain’t love
And hope that in time
You’ll love me in kind
Lately I’ve been so deep sink my feet
Lower in the pool, keeping cool
The face that looks back
Distorts and refracts
Ripple in, ripple out
Many words go unsaid in my head
Counting up to ten, and again
If only you knew
Each word I thought of you
Would my love shine through?
Cause I can’t hold on to
Every thought that you
May or may not be
Thinking about me
So I’ll let go of
All that that ain’t love
And hope that in time
You’ll love me in kind
You’ll love me in kind
You’ll love me in kind
You’ll love me just fine
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8. |
The Long Way Home (Live)
02:25
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Just moved back to California
Just thought I oughta warn ya
I said I wouldn’t call
I know you hear every song
Just pulled in to Santa Barbara
Brass and guitars fill my car up
You know I won’t stay long
But feel free to give me a call
Cause my phone still rings with the number
I gave you on that plane
And I don’t have yours anymore,
but things change
And girl I’ve changed, cause
I took the long way home and I changed along the way
Well, I took the long way home and it changed along the way
Well, we took the long way home and it changed along the way
Well, we took the wrong way home and it changed along the way
We took the long way home and we changed along the way
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Duncan Wood Santa Barbara, California
Originally from Maysville, Kentucky, Duncan grew up covering artists such as James Taylor and Jason Mraz. He also became enamored with Queen, Led Zeppelin, and The Beatles. While attending school in Northern California for Physics he was exposed to a number of artists in jazz, classical, indie rock, R&B, hip-hop, and bluegrass, and incorporates a large range of influences in his sound. ... more
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