This Machine from Waysides by Bedouine

I felt the doubt
20 years from now I’d be walking out
Missing the point all along
And no one would know where to
Point me to

Baby blue
If you knew all the thoughts in my head
You would lose all your own
You would just lose

Nothing, Sticks to, This Machine
Calling, quitting, elated
And I can’t stop it

But I know my head
Used my hands just to keep you in bed
Hoping the warmth was enough
Keeping the gears from the rust

I can’t take much more
My Kentucky is weaker than yours
Tailored with seams so they bust
Breaking the ties between us

Nothing, Sticks to, This Machine
Callng, quitting, elated
And I can’t stop it

• Folk
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles