Recorded live off the floor at 112 Nelson St (The Depot) Ottawa in July, 2012. Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Kevin Berger.

Old Towns EP / The Depot sessions compile the first demos written between 2010 and 2012.

Lyrics.

seventeen.

i've been heading southbound since i was seventeen / i've taken highways south to just north of tennessee / there's something about the north though that keeps me / though the winter months do nothing good for me / i've memorized the roads that take me to your home / these days the 401 just doesn't seem so long / i need you and good wine it's a reason to stay in / through the winter months there ain't nothing else i'd miss / i've been heading southbound since i was seventeen / i've taken highways south to just north of tennessee / there's something about you though that keeps me / there's something about you

never meant.

i could say you're wrong if i put pen to paper all damn night / never had quite enough to drink to say the right thing / but the 'right thing' it never got you to me / i've wasted words on these pages and hours out on the road every fucking drive and miles out at a time / never had quite enough to drink to get a night's sleep / i could say you're wrong

old towns.

i learnt to bite with every tooth i broke / and i learnt the truth with every lie that i spoke / every glass of whiskey never made me a taller man / you said you make grown men cry and that i could be one of them / it's an old feeling in my bones like coming home to old towns / i've said goodbyes a hundred times before / i'm still walking ghosts out down to my front porch / every cigarette i've smoked didn't put my mind at ease / you said 'babe i'm crazy but that could be what you need'/ it's an old feeling in my bones like coming home to old towns

regret through telephones.

send my regrets through telephones / i always find myself calling home / the rents due and i'm leaving town / i'm always leaving / i'm always leaving you / like those summer songs we'd sing all year even when it wasn't honesty / i always knew there wasn't honesty / i'm always leaving / i'm always leaving you

percy street.

i stepped barefoot on the hardwood / the wind was making the curtains sway / all of my inhibitions were light and fleeting / you lay naked as you came / we made love while the record skipped and i could taste the salt from your sweat / the air was quiet with no regrets / not bittersweet like a last cigarette / on percy street at dawn / i found a little reason to rhyme

in the end.

empty coffee mugs and rolled cigarettes sit on a table across from my bed / next to half packed boxes with no address / and some letters that never quite got sent / i don't sleep easy resting on regret / it'll catch up with you in the end / you've paved this road, you'd say, on your own / you've made your bed and now you lay in it / next to half packed boxes with no address / and some records that i bought when i used to think of you best / i don't sleep easy resting on regret / it'll catch up with you in end

boston.

the wind has been blowing strong for so long / i felt the push before the time belonged / i've hung my head in airports in your town / i never thought that i'd go back down / i'll dust off that road for you / i know that i let you down when you said you believed in me / i never thought that i could go back down / when you should have been mine since boston / i'll dust off that road for you