Track #8 from the 2018 box set, "52 More Weeks of Winter". 

Dropping down the dirty hammer
Spitting out the emerald words
I can hear them blowing through the canyon and
I can hear it in the woods

It smiles at you
Who knew how different the world would behave
Once the observer looked away

All the ships sailing seasick in the distance
Dying in the red, red sun

It smiles for you or
It smiles for no one

All of God's trumpets
Blaring in the headlights
Dying in the red, red sun

It smiles at you or
It smiles for no one

One of these days you will feel it and
You will know
It smiles at you or
It smiles for no one

52 More Weeks of Winter

It Smiles At You

Kilgore Trout of the songwriting underworld uploads 365 lo-fi rock songs from a bunker in the burbs.

It Smiles At You

Sean Woosley