hornet from junebug by jacob tremont

i don’t regret a single thing
not the guiltiest pleasure or the hornet’s sting
or the dream that i’m standing on the opposite shore
asking the question, did i know who you were?

summer’s bright stars
winter’s wood smoke
I’ll drive my car along the river

lost my place in a book on tape
am i drifting into dreams of you,
is it too late to forget your face?

quoting from books my friends stand there and wait
for me to admit that i made a mistake
but the truth is that i am entirely unsure
i can’t say that i’m sorry can’t say what i’ve learned


summer’s bright stars
winter’s wood smoke
I’ll drive my car along the river

lost my place in a book on tape
am i drifting into dreams of you,
is it too late to forget your face?

• Folk
• acoustic pop
• countrygaze
• indiefolk lo-fi
• indierock
• singer-songwriter
• New York