If I were a vendor for popsicles
On arctic trips through icy terrain
Or a merchant for snorkels in a dead desert town
You’d back me in sun as in rain
If my biggest endeavor was a rental store
For roller-skates far out at sea
We might not make cover for Forbe’s magazine
But you’d still be there for me
You don’t care for ordinary
You are always there and see me
See me for all that I am
And for every step I take
You tie one of my boots and make it
Make it so much easier for me
If our most fatal threat was a UFO
And I’d fought off the alien assault
Each intrusion I scuppered and every skirmish I won
Would see your embraces at fault
And if my skeptics and doubters were groundhogs
Never knowing a daylight’s appeal
They’ll find me riding on sun-ridden streets
And you’re at the wheel
You don’t care for ordinary
You are always there and see me
See me for all that I am
And for every step I take
You tie one of my boots and make it
Make it so much easier for me
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