I tripped the curb
And I shattered the wine
Made a break for a train
That never arrived
But you understood
When I called to say why
We usually fight
But not tonight
Hungry eyes can miss the mark
But hands can find the softest part
When we're out here in the dark
He sleeps on the stairs
She gives up on her ride
The turnstiles are locked
Like four loving eyes
The windows are black
And the stars are bright
The city is sleeping
But we're alive
We look around
We make the best
Of what we've found
Forget the rest
We touch each other and make believe
That we're not so far apart
When we're out here in the dark
We double down
We make the best
Of what we've found
Forget the rest
Hungry eyes can miss the mark
But hands can find the softest part
When we're out here in the dark
Margo Price's latest album tackles loss, failure, and freedom over lush pop, psychedelic country, and rock arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2023