There's a drunk in my pocket
we're asleep in the car
the roads are all tangled
we haven't come very far
we're not going back
back to clean up that mess
the light of the moon burns
a hole right through her dress
We're tying bows 'round swimming pools
and knots around men
as the bartender fills up
our glasses again
my arm is the highway
all blackened and bruised
it circles temptation
as I wrap my arms around you
there's a party on the prairie
and it's all done with mirrors
and we're lonesome so lonesome
so we make like it's real
the horizon's been cut out
and the desert is flat
our bitterness fades
as we drive over the edge
we're not going back
back to clean up that mess
the light of the moon
burns a hole right through her dress
her favorite dress
Australian collective Family Jordan explore complex emotions through soft alt-country songs that take the bucolic with the bittersweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2021