Track 1 of album Better Late. A song about perspective.
One man's pain, another man's pleasure. One man's trash someone else's treasure, all depends on where you've been and where you're from. Winding roads and city lights Amish people and suburbanites. What's real to you might not be real to some. Think about your core beliefs - might be worldwide food relief, may be slinging missiles 'cross the sea. But whatever you see is whatever you choose you got it all figured out walk a mile in my shoes cause what you call home is just someone else's BFE. Well the north has got the chilly breeze, the south's got hospitality, but I'm a stranger almost everywhere I stay. As far as listeners we're real good talkers in our opinions we're expert hawkers. No one listens to a single word I say. Think about the place that you call home might be a stately pleasure dome, maybe it's a trailer in the the trees. But whatever you see is whatever you choose you got it all figured out walk a mile in my shoes cause what you call home is just someone else's BFE. Take a look around you - that road leads out of town. Funny thing how you would laugh when I would cry, when up above it's all the same blue sky. Walk the streets after dark, packin a pistol in Central Park, the man on the farm can't believe that's what you do. Shovelin shit and pickin corn, wearin them jeans til the seat is worn, the man on the street's got a different point of view. Think about the place you lay your head, might be a king-sized feather bed, might be a box on Hwy 33. But whatever you see is whatever you choose, you got it all figured out walk a mile in my shoes, cuz what you call home is just someone else's BFE.
from Better Late
released January 1, 2015
Music and Lyrics by Thad Bradley:
Thad Bradley: electric and acoustic guitars, drums, vocals.
Pete Peltier: bass guitar.
Mastered by Jim Grant, Chicken Little Recording Studio
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