Such tender things to say
I don't remember you this way
Your temper's always shorter than your memory
You think you ruin things as fast
As bottles turn to broken glass
You're always mad when you're supposed to laugh
You get so mad, you're just supposed to laugh
Wish I may, Wish I might
Learn to speak my mind without raising a fight
I know my words aren't gospel truth
But you don't need to worry like you used to do
I don't know where you're going
I'm coming too
Stopped dead in my tracks
With a hand behind my back
Went to knock on wood and fell between the cracks
With rubber bands and bits of string
You know I'll pay for everything
But it's the thought that you don't care I find most comforting
You don't care, I find that comforting
Wish I may, Wish I might
Learn to speak my mind without raising a fight
I know my words aren't gospel truth
But you don't need to worry like you used to do
The new EP from Steve Gunn pairs the guitarist with Mdou Moctar, Circuit des Yeux, Bing & Ruth, and more for five evocative songs. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 7, 2022