Thin from Red Rocket (album) by Cody Weathers and the Men Your Mama Warned You About

There is a pattern to each ending, there is a way that things decay. I sense the crumbling foundation and long for hopeful, better days. For when it's coming, it is coming --we all must face the curtain call. But as I contemplate the ending, I wish the story weren't so small. CH: These walls are thin, and rain gets in. These winter nights can chill me to the bone. The frost and wind are on my skin, still something keeps this broken house my home. From day to day, you cope in pieces --construct a life upon delay. But with each temporary measure, you lose your heart and lose your way. For when it's ending, there's no mending, and what is torn, no longer whole. Without a shield, my heart is rending. A broken man, I am a fool. (CH) I caught a red-eye to Ohio and found a place where I could stay. A little warmth beyond the coldness, a place my memories could stray.

• Rock
• acoustic rock
• blues rock
• jazz-rock
• scat singing
• singer-songwriter
• Portland