A quiet collection of thresholds.
Stories of people standing right on the edge — of a town, a harvest, a relationship, a country, a life — each worried that if they take that next step, the sky will fall. All hearing the same counter-question rise in their chest: but, what if it won’t?
Crisp cello-folk, breath-close vocals, and the soft ache of almost-decisions weave through the album like fog on an empty road.
These are songs for the leavers who stay, the stayers who dream, and anyone who’s ever paused before stepping into the life they weren’t sure was theirs.

At the Train Station at Dawn, Not Going Anywhere Yet

Ever feel like you've been playing quantum leap in your own life?

At the Train Station at Dawn, Not Going Anywhere Yet

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