I'm living the high life in motion,
Never knowing where i'll land.
Some people call me hopeless,
Living life without a plan.
But I've got my life in the backseat,
Packed in boxes and in bags.
Nothing and no one attached to me,
So many miles ahead.
This is me giving up my denying,
This is me giving up,
This is me giving in.
I've seen this road before it's full of lying.
I'm busy wandering,
I can't keep fighting these battles.
I'm busy wandering,
I can't keep fighting these battles.
Every time I come back to this place you all call home,
I figure out more than you know.
All you do is make me feel so alone,
I'd rather be alone somewhere more beautiful.
It ain't worth my time my grass in Ohio is dead,
I didn't see this coming, did you?
Look at the life I left and the one ahead of me,
I live a little different than you.
This is me giving up my denying,
This is me giving up,
This is me giving in.
I've seen this road before it's full of lying.
I'm busy wandering,
I can't keep fighting these battles.
I'm busy wandering,
I can't keep fighting these battles.
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022