Landmines from Broken Tape by Michael Andre Sampson

I miss the days when we would laugh
Until we couldn't breathe
Way back when a 30 rack
And chairs were all we needed

Drinking like a Friday night
On Tuesday afternoon
Real life was just something for
Somebody else to do

Slam a can down on your quarter
Now you gotta drink
Look out for the landmines
As far as the eye can see

Wander in and wander out and
Weaving to and fro
Made it through alive somehow
And out into the snow

I don't mind at all
The way my chips have fallen
And I hope if we were talking
Then you would say the same
Been some ups and downs
Some friends that ain't around
Away or underground
I love them all the same

So I'll try and call tomorrow
If it fits into my day

We don't have to listen to nobody
But ourselves
Dance around these landmines
Like there ain't no chance in hell
They're blowing
Up and down these icy hills
Until the early morn
They'll kick us off the playground
But we'll come back when they're gone

I don't mind at all
The way my chips have fallen
And I hope if we were talking
Then you would say the same
Miles they are wide
And so's the stretch of time
Between those days and you and I
With landmines all the way

So I'll try and call tomorrow
If it fits into my day

• Acoustic
• Folk
• americana
• country
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• Seattle