tweed | Sam Hurwitz Music

He smoked and shook his head

Left it gone again

But when he's at the top of a tree

Singing all his favorite songs

The heralders of the dream

And the clouds smoke their many arms abrush the gentle sky

Paint drops on the foam never stop to wonder why, they just exist

And I came out sad and mad but now I smile like a radiator

Years go by outside like train windows

I still think art's important

Cause when statues are up and statues are down

We need a tune to hold us out

As sappy as it sounds, I still believe

And as tired as it sounds, I still can see

And I feel so new, an agnostic man

In the end I'd rather be just there

At the top of our tree

Singing all our favorite songs

The heralders of the dream

He smiled and shook their hands

Lifting on again

Woah oh oh

What do I know?

Birds and whistle-spiders, it all revolves

Woah oh oh

What do I know?

The passing of the days, it all revolves

And my happy place is the bird in the sky that rains across the sea

And my sad place is the wind and the cough

And the chalkboard at the sewer street

But I'm out now, and I know it's here to stay

But I'm holding his guitar and I know what to sing suddenly

My feet are warm, this might just last

It might just last, it might just last

And I wrote this all in the dead of March

When the world was just a question mark

But now I'm here with my Tweed

Playing all my favorite songs

The heralders of the dream

Music and lyrics by Sam Hurwitz

Additional vocals by Harrison Hurwitz

Banjo by Harrison Hurwitz