DESCRIPTION:
Track 6 from our new EP "Running Out Of Songs", available now at http://music.thelmablankenship.com

Lyrics:
This is just a product of late night alcohol
I listen to my voice echo down the empty hall
And as I'm naked in my house because it's summer
I think how all of love's small flares turn out a bummer

It's the distance that you walk without your shoes on
It's the moonless road you drive without your lights on
It's the book you always read with pages missing
It's the night at New Year's Eve where no one's kissing

It's the party that you have where no one shows up
It's the years that seem to pass and you don't grow up
It's the love you hear of in songs but never find it
And though you know you never will, you write about it