Will someone turn this car around
The driver must be drunk
The scenery is blurred outside
The spirits have been sunk
I don't know where we're going
I forget from where we came
Will someone turn this car around
I wish I took the train
A hairpin bend is on the map
And I'm too damn scared to look back
My knuckles almost white as to the bone
We're running on an empty tank
The conversation's dead and blank
We reap the harvest of regrets we've sown
Will someone turn this car around
I want to go home
Will someone turn this car around
It's all going to fast
There's still so much left to do
I need to make it last
I photograph my memories
To play tricks on my mind
Will someone turn this car around
I can't see the road signs
A hairpin bend is on the map
And I'm too damn scared to look back
My knuckles almost white as to the bone
We're running on an empty tank
The conversation's dead and blank
We reap the harvest of regrets we've sown
Will someone turn this car around
I want to go home
A three-point turn is what I need
So that I can breathe...
Introspective, homespun folk tunes from John Donne that feel informed by the sugary bleakness of '80s and '90s indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2023