Stumbling over old pictures
In an album I used to keep
Same old places
Distant faces
Should've known I'd run and hide
Like a fool, what a fool, what a fool
Building walls around my pride
Like a fool, what a fool, what a fool
Close the door and hide the key
Better that you not see me
Shuffling over old bridges
I myself had burned long ago
Feet on fire
Flames climb higher
Should've known I'd fall back in
Like a fool, what a fool, what a fool
In this world of sink or swim
What a fool, what fool, what a fool
Stand back up and try to see
all the things you saw in me
The first solo release in over a decade from Bev Lee Harling is a personal travelogue filled with euphoric compositions. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 20, 2021