Bending Wood from Self-titled by Shea Seger

bending wood



I think I’ve had enough

living on the outside

until my skin is tough enough

tough enough

I can’t explain

when day after day

the simple things that seemed so plain

just scatter down the drain

everyday’s the same

we’re poor enough to say

the bluest of the truest skies

will never make things change

but they can ease your pain


it’s never been for nothing

this life I’ve tried

but I must have done something fine

to make you mine


I always used to bend wood

make believe convince myself

I was doing all I should

never mind I could

without you
I tend to freak out

tend to speak out of turn

let my wick at both ends burn

until you came to me

as freely as a melody

when my courage all but fights

I look into your eyes

and they say I’m home


it’s never been for nothing

this life I’ve tried

but I must have done something fine

to make you mine

• Alternative
• blues rock
• folk pop
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• Cancún