You were picking flowers,
And I was picking holes in your life.
Twenty-two years old, love,
What a time to cry.
You were falling into,
Bad habits and bad dreams,
And I was falling in love,
With strangers on the street.
Oh twenty two years old, love,
It was a cold and dark December,
I couldn’t read our future in the weather,
Oh, what a time to cry.
And it’s not that I think we did anything wrong,
And though lord knows I tried, I couldn’t write you a song.
So here it is, three years late in the make.
Tell me is it sad to say?
I’m happy we’ve moved on.
Yes, I know it’s sad to say,
But I think you’d sing along,
I think you’d sing along.
heard you took a train up north, dear,
And I took a train back home,
I hope you find the flowers,
And all the things that make you glow.
Oh twenty two years old, love,
It was a cold and dark December,
I couldn’t read our future in the weather,
Oh, what a time to cry,
Oh twenty two years old, years old,
It was a cold and dark December,
I couldn’t read our future in the weather,
Yes, what a time to cry.
credits
released November 17, 2023
Music: Jim Bell
Backing Vox: Caitlin Brown
Drums: Gabri Zatterin
Mixing Engineer: Tommy Deedigan
Mastering Engineer: Pete Maher
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