Don’t want to be controlled by my ego no more
I don’t want to imprison my own soul
My own soul that heavy glow
Take a look around and you know that I’ve been fortunate to know
Milk and honey is not something I could afford
I don’t need anyone to know my name
I feel that it’s the same as putting names
To drops of rain
I know this body is not something
I truly own
Something says I'm going to know the shapeless form of wind
The flow of wood grain
I get this feeling I can’t describe and I can’t ignore
Something says I'm going to know and I won’t compromise
The way things truly work is troubling to hear
I guess I'll retire now as the suns sinking low
Ten thousand directions none is home
Home is just the place you’re standing when you realize you are home
"The album contains whimsical moments of blues rock and roll, Toscano's midwestern drawl, and an addictive listenability."
-Valerie Veteto
The Bay Bridged