Nathan Moore

Nathan Moore

Grow Your Own

You have been looking for so long now but you can’t be found in an old sad town. Can’t find your smile since you put it down. Can’t pave a road to where you’re bound. You can stand on your…

Dyin’ Man’s Diamond

Sailboat in a still sky. Tadpole in a puddle. Alone in a hayfield looking for trouble. Trying to make love from whiskey and rolls. Waking up late, two worn out soles stepping down higways and off to the side. Looking…

Day of People

Trouble’s they’re gone like the rains washed over the world that I’m in. Tears could run down a face but I live in the wind. Puddle in my footstep. I wander thinking by my control. Over there’s the day of…

Clean Socks

I don’t got no clean socks. I don’t want to small talk. I don’t want this pressure I only met her two day ago. I don’t think so I don’t know. She could be anyone. She could be anywhere. She…

Canyoung

In the bottom of a canyon all your dreams come true. Only one way down there is not t(w)o. One wrong turn is a mighty great fall. When you’re young you do things the hard way. When you’re old you…