A song of love, loss, and unrelenting hatred for those pin-striped S.O.B.'s. WARNING: You might hear an occasional F-bomb.

Created all in one go with nothing to write on while I walked the Hilton Head beach in the rain last spring, this gentle little song more came through me than from me. ROLLING ON BY I had an old soul when I was a young man Turning my phrases…

Yes, the ocean has it's own ideas. THE MIND OF THE OCEAN I never should’ve wrote that letter And thrown it off into the sea It’s never gonna get any better And now it’s so easy to see It never was meant to be I never should’ve grabbed…

Be careful. She's pretty powerful. SHE WALKS She walks on the leaves without making a sound She walks like she can’t hear the dragons all around She walks and the sun stays a pace or two behind She walks with your secrets in the back…

You'll tell me when you're ready. DON’T WORRY ‘BOUT THAT RIGHT NOW Where have you been is all they’ve been asking Where are you going is what I’d like to know Why are you running when nobody’s chasing? What are you hiding? What can’t…

Matt Ferrara: Bass, Guitar, Keys, Vocals Nathaniel Diamond-Jones: Violin Part of RPM Challenge, 2018 For Rachel