Neversink

Neversink is a Folk/Americana band from Boston, MA.

Slave to the Present


In the late May sweat come the cheap red eye jets

And we’re on our way to moon lit shores

And the white sand beach and the dunes we must breach

Between us and the deep we’ll explore

And it’s there I’ll be slave to the crest of a wave

In the swell of the soul I adore

 

As the wind picks up, chills this cider filled cup

As these leaves cascade to the ground

And the branches they creak as if daring to speak

And the trunks and the roots remain bound

And it's there I’ll be slave to the words I’ll engrave

In the trunks of the trees that surround

 

But we both dismissed

All the lies that we’ve told and the loves we once kissed

In this new life we start

With your hand on my sleeve just beside of my heart

And it’s worth every pain

As the seasons they pass only love can we gain

As the seasons they pass, the seasons they pass

 

From the last pumpkin cake to the first snowy flake

We move slow in the cold winter’s air

And for gifts we must rush through the snow and the slush

As we purchase our gifts with great care

And it’s there I’ll be slave to the present I gave

For the present is all we must bear

 

But we both dismissed

All the lies that we’ve told and the loves we once kissed

In this new life we start

With your hand on my sleeve just beside of my heart

And it’s worth every pain

As the seasons they pass only love can we gain

As the seasons they pass, the seasons they pass

 

This winter’s last breath it felt nothing like death

As the snow melts away to the stream

With the sun shining through on the blossoms we knew

Sprouting buds in the thick morning steam

And it’s there I’ll be slave with the weather worn grave

Where I’ll lie in the sun's lasting beam

Where I’ll lie in the sun's lasting beam