All Roads by TALMA published on 2016-05-04T12:42:46Z I'm tired of spending a second night watching the blue turn gold I'm tired of indian summer nights, feeling your room turn cold You live by the sea, I spend my time in the clouds Sailing with people who drift high above the hours A drink to all honesty, a friendship well met A truce on a tablecloth stained with regret A regular man from a regular scene If it's all the same to you, but... I've tried whiskey & cigarettes, braced for a calling sun I lied to this harbour side town when I said A drink to all honesty, a friendship well met A truce on a tablecloth stained with regret A regular man from a regular scene If it's all the same to you, but… Sat on this train again All roads lead home but the one I'm on - Production by James Creed at Attic Studios, Berkshire Mastering by Pete Dowsett Genre Alternative Rock