Conor D. Mulroy - Composer/ Author, Banjo, Mandolin, Guitar
Jonathan Diggs Duke - Author, Vocals, Piano, Trumpet
lyrics
At its own pace
In its own way
An empty field now,
with grass that once was green.
Exodus unfolded.
The circus fled the scene.
High Above now,
birds form into a 'V.'
Below is a toll road,
charging dystopian fees.
The feeling is so familiar,
somehow being stuck in between.
The carousel travels its laborsome path.
It keeps moving forward in circles.
Once you go, you never come back.
If you can recall all your memories
from the last time around.
The wreath on the door, the ring on the finger,
the gun to the head, the white wedding gown.