Costume Boxes by Leo Lovechild

Foghorn in the night
Can you feel the rhythm right
Hit me deep inside
And I’ll hold on forever
And you know it’s alright
If you gotta go, if you gotta go
And I won’t cry anymore

Roll my fortune down an empty street
I see the light go on in a window of a building where my good times used to be
Every corner’s got a memory
But I won’t cry anymore
No I won’t cry anymore

Daydreams running thin
The lights are low
I guess I’ll take another aspirin
And my skeleton’s too tough
My knuckles are hard and rough
But I’ll keep on building
Up to the ceiling
‘Til the walls cave in

Got you two new costume boxes
Made damn sure to wrap them up good
If I wore the ring
I could be the king

‘Til the walls cave in
‘Til the walls cave in
‘Til the walls cave in again

• Rock
• country
• folk rock
• psych folk
• psychedelic americana
• rock and roll
• New York