Moving Backwards from Worst Worry by Worst Worry

The wrong platform the wrong train
The right train into the city
Here we come here we come
The world moves backwards

Snippets of conversations
Billboards I can't explain
I've become a tourist
Just like I feared
Photographing street signs
Like it's a museum

We take Ubers to rehearsal rooms
Drag shows reggae discos
Punk film screenings
Japanese pancake houses
Opera seats way up high
And beans for breakfast
In the city I don't live in

I have no regrets
I have no regrets
I have no regrets
I have no regrets

The long walk through the rain
The right train, the longest plane ride
Here I come here I come
Into the future
What kind of future?
I'm surrounded by strangers
Miles and miles of dangers
And god fucking knows

• Punk
• garage rock
• home recording
• psychedelic folk
• riot grrrl
• singer-songwriter
• Colorado