Twilight Guardian

I put the speaker to my head
And blow away the problems from my brain
My fingers twist the dial up
And put the hairs of my arms on end
I shrug off these gutless troubles
By pushing hard on the pedal
And howling out the words we loved

I wish you were riding shotgun
Or shot-gunning on the ride
I wish you could see how far we’ve come
And how far we’ve got left to drive

Our band’s got a new addition
The reinvention of Ashdown
And my pen’s frenzied focus
A living and breathing song in the flesh

I was his first words and
He sings off key like us drunk in the night
When the pitch didn’t matter
And all that did was the sound

He reaches for that very sound
We made before we knew the weight of the world
Swaying away stress like a feathery hammock
He knows whose wings are at his back
And who owns the halo sitting on his shoulder
But he doesn’t know yet how
You scatter the stars every night for us