Dylan Owen - Old Armor текст песни

As I sit up behind my mom’s house and watch the railroad tracks where I know
that people lived and breathed and worked and died
I think? there’s gotta be something more than this
I wish I could show this song to every stranger that I meet because every
stranger that I meet is someone new, and they’ve got their own story
And this is my story
Check it Yo
I ripped the calendar down
I started settling
I made it home to my small town development
After walking past the picket fence and telling them
That I found some things out on my own
And I wrote it on a bathroom stall door in Pennsylvania to forget it Yeah but somehow just writing it down made me remember that
My heart is as big as an elephant knocking at your door
But I don’t knock there anymore, shit
So that’s irrelevant, I’m constantly in reverse
I’ve been around the block so many times that my feet hurt
The stories underneath our sneakers teach me new words
Like Austin from Newburgh reminding me to do work
I read it in graffiti on a Newark bridge
That the infinite abyss of Garden State is just a myth
But that don’t make it dumber, I still loved it in the summer
Yeah I’ve loved the drive-in movies since last summer
And I don’t need a map to know my way around
I’ve been traveling too long to lie and say I’ve found nothing
I’ll take the path that’s still buried in the ground
I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown
Man I don’t need a map to know my way around
I’ve been traveling too long to lie and say I’ve found nothing
I’ll take the path that’s still buried in the ground
I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown
I ripped the calendar down
I started settling
I took a picture of my small town, developed it And I just admired all the little things elegance
The cracks in their sidewalks and stones
And I found it on a Rhode Island balcony window where I was venting
All your seventh grade betterment of anti-depressants
Really didn’t make me better at all
So keep your medicines
I’ll keep my DJ, don’t insult my intelligence
We saw Bob Dylan after months of hard rain
We tried to stay friends saying, those were our days
It was 2:07 in the morning, watching cars race
Everybody’s got something that’s hard for them to chase
Maybe I do think way too much of Colorado
Springs from my heart some kind of fate I can’t follow
Like how the cigars and novels of South Harwich Port passed
But I don’t need y’all to tell me that
And I don’t need a map to know my way around
I’ve been traveling too long to lie and say I’ve found nothing
I’ll take the path that’s still buried in the ground
I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown
Man I don’t need a map to know my way around
I’ve been traveling too long to lie and say I’ve found nothing
I’ll take the path that’s still buried in the ground
I wear my past on my sleeve and my heart like a crown
So check it