The Future of Tradition

Song I released on my most recent album. Here’s a link to a live performance: The Future of Tradition

The Future of Tradition

At times I feel detached and floating

Like a lonely ghost adrift

There is nothing I can cling to

No one knows that I exist

Shouting in an empty pasture

Vapid sounds that disappear

Wishing that my words would linger

Long enough to curl in ears

At times I feel constrained and grounded

Footing firm upon the clay

Ghosts are echoes of sad wailing

Nothing guides their weary way

They know nothing of tradition

They are leaves from fallen trees

In my mind of contradictions

There exists some jealousy

At times I curse the path behind me

When I feel my legs go numb

All the crippling expectations

Hemming in the path to come

Vital is the torch I carry

But it doesn’t set me free

Like a regal hall of portraits

Stoic faces stare at me

Chorus

What’s the future of tradition?

Someone asked me long ago

Followed by a searing silence

In the dimming lantern glow

Perfect thieves are treading water

Trying to revive the slain

Others show an outward difference

Timeless blood within their veins