Bronco by Jordan Seal

A worn glove covers my right hand
Clowns in the ring and more in the stands
Buckets of beer and wandering eyes
I’m gonna hold on tight

The sand shifts under every step
And bruised ribs punish every breath
The stall shakes, you’re restless inside
I’m gonna hold on tight

My legs must be anchors
My hands like a cage
‘Cos I know there are riders
That you don’t try to escape

Your legs tense and the gate swings fast
I’m clutching a rope that I know won’t last
You’re trying to buck me, night after night
I’ve gotta hold on tight

• Rock
• atlanta
• bedroom pop
• bedroom rock
• dad rock
• dawless
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Atlanta