In Trepid

It's not the touring bands
It's how the music lands
It's not the buck-a-beers
It's how time disappears
And you don't need a pirate room
To notice how the treasure blooms
And you don't need an arboretum
To love Woods as soon as you meet him

It's not the house that I miss
It's feeling home in all of this
If anyone knows where the magic hid
Come find me in Trepid

It's where I learned to sing
It's where I learned a lot of things
The year we made the band
Was the year I learned to stand
And I wish Jeff was on the keys
And Steph was on the harmonies
In the end, I failed my friends
Not old enough yet to understand

It's not the house that I miss
It's feeling home in all of this
If anyone knows where the magic hid
Come find me in Trepid

It's not the house that I miss
It's feeling loved in all of this
If you've ever wondered what magic really is,
Come find me in Trepid



Credits
Writer(s): Steve Sloane
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