Pierced my side, drew no blood
Braced for tide, came no flood
Chased my pride from where I stood
The gold-grail sip tasted like it should
On that trip I gave my all
Every slip the gravest fall
I barely carried my haul
As I took the wrong way home again
Followed the shiny signs to the end
Was led astray by every friend
As I took the wrong way home
Caught the coast, cradled the sea
My boyhood ghosts lined up to see
If I could host my self-to-be
Or abandon post, gracefully
On that trip I gave my all
Every slip the gravest fall
I barely carried my haul
As I took the wrong way home again
Smoother road at every bend
Leads to fairer-weather destinations
Took the wrong way hom
The latest from the young Toronto pop-punkers: perpetually charged-up, but remaining wry and thoughtful. Hooks for days, pep in your step. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 1, 2016