Driven by mandolin, banjo, guitar, and piano, this is music about growing up and leaving a small town: loves lost and found, the family holding you back, the pills and their toll, the ups and downs of hometown legends larger than life, coming up small.

The album opens with ‘Rolling Still’, a song about getting older and trying to live up to how cool, wild, and free you imagined yourself to be back in the day. From there, the album flashes back in time to the innocence and youth of a first relationship (Caught the Gist of It), family crisis (The Ties that Blind), the loss and aftermath of drug addiction (Pain Pills), and leaving a hometown behind (Shotgun Rider) and rolling into adulthood. The second half of the record continues the journey through the struggles and trials of a mature relationship (What a Waste of What We Are), the birth of a child (Someotherwhere), love lost (Rusted Through, Time has Passed Me By) and closes with love found, through redemption and rebirth (Live as Children of Light).

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The Gist of It

rolling still

we're rolling still
dreamspent creatures of will
lived in lovers ill at ease
younger selves so hard to please

now I lay thee down before me
like gods we rode in ragged glory
dragged in late from beds not ours
burned off back road superstars

we're rolling still
midnight ride vicarious thrill
lived down lovers' southern drawl
the blind led blind who saw it all

now I lay thee down before me
like gods we rode in ragged glory
dragged in late from beds not ours
burned up back road superstars
full moon howled in highway voices 
echoes of forsaken choices 
dragged in late to life our fires
burned down lost star-crossed desires 

we're rolling still
reflecting light more true than real
re-lived lovers in denial
angels on a downward spiral

through miles now 
fallen free and fired pure
now as we are
as once we were…

visions in the very air
bodies electric and wild
new fires of unknown origin
supernova man-child

now I lay thee down before me
roll we still in ragged glory
dragged in late from beat up cars 
burned out back road superstars
full moon howling highway voices
echoes of forgotten choices
dragged home late in life our fires
burn on crossed storm-tossed desires

Rolling Still

Time Has Passed Me By

pain pills

it rained today
the devil's rain
the sun never went away
I guess that means
it'll rain tomorrow

these lines appeared
on my face
sometime in the past few days
I guess that means
I'm getting older

you were the favorite son
out of all of us illegitimate ones

I watched them bury you  
I watched them bury you  
I watched them bury you alive

the wind picked up
late yesterday
those plastic flowers all blew away
I guess I should
have brought them in

you were the favorite son
out of all of us illegitimate ones

I watched them bury you
I watched them bury you 
I watched them bury you alive

they took away your pain  
they took away your pain
they took away your pain 
pain pills took it all away 

I watched them bury you
I watched them bury you 
I watched them bury you alive


Pain Pills

shotgun rider

roadwise, forever child
windows down and running wild
a mile ago we were newborn
and made of stars the mile before 

shotgun rider
rolling down the road beside her
shotgun rider
wind blown sweet joyrider

loveworn, together gone
dirt road raised and moving on
a life ago we fled the scene
and lit out in our street machine

shotgun rider
rolling down the road beside her
shotgun rider
wind blown sweet joyrider

racing a moment
just yours and mine
we're flying by
it's lost behind

shotgun rider
rolling down the road beside her
shotgun rider
wind blown sweet joyrider

shotgun rider
rolling down the road beside her
shotgun rider
wind blown sweet joyrider
wind blown sweet joyrider


Shotgun Rider

Live as Children of Light

Never in Life

Never In Life

Caught the Gist of It

Caught The Gist Of It

Rusted Through

The Ties That Blind

What a Waste of What We Are

What a Waste Of What We Are

I’m broke down where the highway ends
A small town child, wild to be
Sometimes it’s so easy here
So easy here…

Fire the spark and beat back death
We were born for more than drawin’ breath
In a nothin’ life, just ridden hard
Then put up on blocks in the front yard

I’m broke down where the highway ends
A small town child, wild to be
Sometimes it’s so easy here
So easy here…
I’m a black dog runnin’ in the night
Shades of gray are all I see
Sometimes it’s so easy here
To fade into 
The scenery

Raise the hood and roust the dead
We were made for more got this instead
Pushin’ stalled out lives ‘til it comes to shove
Wake up every morning just to rise above

When these used up bodies
Are sold for scrap
It’s a short ride to
A long dirt nap
When they come to get us
We won’t be there
Ain’t no one seen us
Neither hide nor hair

I’m broke down where the highway ends
A small town child, wild to be
Sometimes it’s so easy here
So easy here…
I’m a black dog runnin’ in the night
Shades of gray are all I see
Sometimes it’s so easy here
To fade into 
The scenery

Wild to Be

The Drawn is an Americana act from Fort Gay, West Virginia, a shotgun marriage between the sound of the hills and the present day.

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