September

Released September 1, 2011

Produced by Sleeping At Last. Mixed by John Goodmanson, except “Resolve,” mixed Chris Bethea.

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1. NOBLE AIM *

chances are we are the same;
against the odds, against the grain
we lean, like gardens toward light,
but we wait, like evening for night,
don’t we?

chances are we are alike;
against what better judgement writes
we ache like children for love,
for a purpose worthy of
such a noble aim,
such a noble aim,
such a noble aim as love.

chances are we bruise the same;
a family tree desperate for rain.
a thirst only deserts know best.
a hurt so at home in our chests.
call it stubbornness or bravery,
to let our branches continue to reach,
with such a noble aim,
with such a noble aim,
with such a noble aim as love.

every broken branch and loosened leaf
that we’ve grown to ignore,
is now a part of something greater than before.
every nest that rests upon our limbs,
seeking shelter from the storms,
is a purpose worth being broken for.

chances are we are the same;
against the odds, against the grain
we lean, like gardens toward light.
we reach with all of our might
for such a noble aim as love.


2. GOES ON AND ON **

every day you wake,
evermore aware
than you ever were before.
the smallest sound
is ringing in your ears,
like a grand piano
slowly falling down a million stairs.
but the sounds it makes
are the growing pains of repair

and it goes on and on.
it goes on and on.

’til the day you wake up
miles away from here,
where all of a sudden
dissonance disappears…

and like a wrecking ball in reverse,
every wrong will be made right.
what was adamant, even permanent,
will have a change of heart and mind.
in your disbelief, you’ll clear your eyes
as if you’re seeing light
for the very first time.

it goes on and on.
it goes on and on.


3. RESOLVE ~

generations wait
like the river sways,
for a father’s blood,
for a mother’s love.

though not the promised land,
nor any perfect plan,
along our neutral path
there was a single lowered branch.

what was flawless canvas-white,
what was kindness in our eyes
is now a blemished masterpiece,
an astigmatism life.
but let’s cut right to the chase,
to when the best of us was on display,

before we tipped the scale from confidence to doubt.
i would hold you now, if only i knew how.

concentration breaks
under frivolous weight.
if the right words exist,
may they find our lips.

let’s stay the course
and let the tension make us new.
i don’t know if it’s virtue,
i don’t know if it’s just dumb luck.
would it matter if it was?
what if we welcomed change in
or opened up just enough
to let it begin?

“the doors will open wide for you.”
it was said just like it was the truth,
if we walk right through…


Featured Guests:

Katie Herzig – Harmonies
Ryan Paul - Mandolins
** Susan Voelz, Inger Carle & Melissa Bach
* Aaron Mortenson – Drums
Laura Musten – Violins
w/ misc. contributions from Dan Perdue.