Don (Zorro of Sorrow) McCarthy– lead guitar
Nathan McCarthy– bass
David Partridge– Vocals, keys, percussion
Produced in Nova Scotia by David Partridge
Words and music by David Partridge

DOWNTOWN SOUTHBOUND

Trying to be not late, rushing out the door
Just how much of this life have we still in store?
Halfway down the highway half out of your mind
Slender hope and dread intertwined.
CHORUS:
Downtown, southbound as crazy as they say
I drove that twisting spine into the city every day.
 
Not a thing is moving; engines idle still
Just the motor’s perfume rolling down the hill
Halfway up the highway, halfway down the drain
Dying slowly in the fast lane.
CHORUS:
Downtown, southbound as crazy as they say
I drove that twisting spine into the city every day.
 
BREAKDOWN:
She sings along to the radio, off-key but sincere,
He is focused, shaving in the rear view mirror.
Some guy’s eating Cheerios from a Star Wars bowl.
The only thing that I want back’s the hours that they stole.

Crawling by the river, edging past the trees
Drive until the ennui brings you to your knees
Creep around those orange cones– that’s the price you pay
To get to do it all again the next day.
CHORUS:
Downtown, southbound as crazy as they say
I drove that twisting spine into the city every day.

DOWNTOWN SOUTHBOUND

Under the moniker POSTCARD COMETS, singer songwriter David Partridge makes thoughtful, lyric-driven, acoustic-based music supported by a collective of like minded musicians. The  intent is to serve the song.

DOWNTOWN SOUTHBOUND

POSTCARD COMETS (David Partridge, Songwriter)