It came down like an avalanche
A crushing wave of now right on her front deck
It caught her square in the face
Like a stone she swallowed whole
Another bulge from the inside of her neck
It hit her twice as hard
It caught her way off guard
Fold it up and put it back
It’s not a pretty chair
Try and lock it to the ground
It’s not a pretty chair
Every time and time again
Her confidence implodes
It’s not a pretty chair but it holds my weight
Now my string of indecision
Has left me grasping for another shot at helping
For means to rewind
‘Cause just a molecule of comfort
Just a cosmic redirection of an outcome
I’ll make it the next stone
I’m heading straight to the phone
Fold it up and put it back
It’s not a pretty chair
Try and lock it to the ground
It’s not a pretty chair
Every time and time again
Her confidence implodes
It’s not a pretty chair but it holds my weight
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020