All Music & Lyrics by
Chris Gleason
Mule-in-a-Swamp Music / ASCAP

Lucy Martinez, Vocals

All other instruments, vocals, engineering, mixing, production & photography
by Chris Gleason
at Noise Floor Delirium, Roslindale, MA

Lyrics

It ain't wrong,
But it ain't right
Tryin' so hard
Not to try.

Pace the halls
Pay the rent
Raise a glass
Lose your sense

Thought that I
Could be content
Now I know...

Guess that we
Were like this song
We got all
The verses wrong

Now there's nothing
Left to chance
No ifs or buts
Or ampersands

Thought that I
Could be content
Now I know...

Maybe it’s time
To stem the bleed
To close our eyes,
And call it sleep

Maybe it’s time
To leave the path
To push our luck
But luck comes last

Thought that I
Thought that I
Thought that I

Maybe it’s time
To stem the bleed
To close our eyes,
And call it sleep

Maybe it’s time
To leave the path
To push our luck
But luck comes last

Thought that I
Could be content
Now I know…