These colors may be loud,
Oh no, but don't you worry.
I've had my fair share of tears from this town.
A victim of my own family.
Yeah I know i think too much.
I know I've let you down,
Your heart felt so left out.
I want so bad to say sorry,
But I'm scared you won't even let me.
Nebraska, Nebraska birds,
Are on the move, too.
I've wandered off too far,
I'm off my highlighted roadmap.
I'm not quite sure where I belong,
but I tried to stay here and water my dead grass.
But not a blade would drink my love,
No, not a blade would drink my love.
I know I've let you down,
Your heart felt so left out.
I want so bad to say sorry,
But I'm scared you won't even let me.
Nebraska, Nebraska birds,
Are on the move, too.
But it's different now,
There's room in my mind open for you still.
Even I know it ain't the same as it was before.
Our pattern, never the same, never the same.
Our pattern, never the same, never the same.
Don't let me fool you,
I ain't as brilliant as you once said.
1000 miles or two just had to do,
I did my best to make you forget.
Now I wish you knew why I did that.
I know I've let you down,
Your heart felt so left out.
I want so bad to say sorry,
But I'm scared you won't even let me.
Nebraska, Nebraska birds,
Are on the move, too.
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