Subscribe
now to receive all the new
music
cars & trains creates,
including
12 back-catalog releases,
delivered instantly to you via the Bandcamp app for iOS and Android.
You’ll also get access to
subscriber-only
exclusives.
Learn more.
the thousand selves of me, that dream of a single being
like a deck of cards with a missing king
that scatter the world to find again
i want dirt layered on the soles of my tired feet
from towns we can't pronounce the names
on station signs and street corners
to sail across a sea of clouds and trees
the exhaust from planes creating rings
around the world and back again
in the dust we leave, we hope we leave a trail
from the heights of all the hills we've climbed
hurl our words into valleys asking
---
have i not changed
there is a lake inside of me
that trickles down to the sea
like a black sail unfurled
---
the yellow lines recede, in the mirror next to me
they draw a line that can write my name,
if i squint my eyes i can almost read
all the sleep we've missed won't settle in our brains
the thoughts and faces swirl around
like birds circling on the horizon
---
the shifts and cracks wrought in our plans
make the core of what we are and can
like sunlight leaves only hints behind
no trail but subtle hints designed