DESCRIPTION:
Nathan Hamilton playing his song 'In all that we might find' (from the album 'Beauty, wit & speed')
Living room concert Nuenen, The Netherlands

Nathan Hamilton | guitar, vocal
Bart de Win | accordeon

For more living room concerts: http://www.bartdewin.nl/biografie/livingroom.php

In All That We Might Find

There's a dirty face kid on a K-Mart pony
A cherry Icee laying on the ground
It looks like blood spilling out of that cup
With the blue light special's coming down
A burnt out trailer and the siren sings
A crazy porch lady's got a rat on a string
Screaming at the kids that trample her flowers
Running with their capes and Superman powers

The rain's coming down on my windshield now
I'm thinking on my childhood days
It all just seems like a dream somehow
I woke from and it slipped away
Nine to five and the daily grind
Trying to raise these kids of my own
To give a full share of my heart and my time
And somehow make this house a home

I miss the days end soft embrace
And the stillness of our minds
When a sense of mystery remained
In all that we might find

Well they cut down a thousand pines
And built up a hundred homes
Then called that place A Thousand Pines
Like some kind of twisted joke
In the age of information the screens of isolation
Bathe us in a cool blue glow
The network imperfection the lack of real connection
Has left us feeling more alone

I miss the days end soft embrace
And the stillness of our minds
When a sense of mystery remained
In all that we might find
In all that we might find