Granite State by Townies Lyrics

Searching miles through my day
Excess hope that I can borrow from
Let the cold wind that you hate
Turn your cheeks a color that you love

And it's all the same
Martyrdom loses its fun when no one knows your name
I'm leaning a certain way
Favoring the side I hate

Indecisive eyes
Creep forth into my Granite State of mind, oh my
Your good intentions stowed ever close at my bedside
At night

Unfortunate proclivity I find
To undress every word you heard them saying
Little Rat, disaster on your mind

The old man said
"The leaves are changing
It's time to go"
Well, I wouldn't know
Indecisive eyes
Creep forth into my Granite State of mind, oh my
Your good intentions stowed ever close at my bedside