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  1. Wintermoths

From the recording Still Around

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Written by Chris Gleason
Mule-in-a-Swamp Music (ASCAP)
copyright 2017

Chris Gleason – vocals, tenor banjo and guitar, bass

Lucy Martinez – vocals

Jakub Trasak – fiddle

Jimmy Ryan – mandolin

John Chapman – drums

Lyrics

How can I miss you, if you don’t leave?
How can I choke you — if you won’t breathe?
How can I smoke without a light?
Wake in the morning—without last night?
How did we get here from there?

The winter moths are in the trees
Making resolutions to feed on springtime leaves
Defoliators—drawn to sex and light
It’s best to keep the porch lamp off at night
‘Tis the season for despair

Your pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty please
It’s such a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty tease
Like trying to win
At chess without checkmate
Or listen to a Beatles song without the middle eight

What keeps you coming back for more?
Instead of walking out the door?
One foot on the driveway, the other in the car
You wouldn’t make it very far
I guess that life just ain’t fair

Is this the bed that we have made?
Can’t tell if I’m the master or if I’m the slave
Can’t stand up and be counted with my
Head in the sand
Or make it to the encore without beating up the band

What keeps me coming back for more?
Instead of walking out the door?
One foot on the driveway, the other in the car
I wouldn’t make it very far

Guess that life just ain’t fair

Guess that life just ain’t fair

Guess that life just ain’t fair