Stranger To This Land

[Verse 1]
Ash in my coffee
News on the counter
Another body washed up
On the morning sound
Billboard preacher
Selling his thunder
But the kids in the doorway
Only stare at the ground
[Chorus]
I don’t belong in this dark
Cruel world
Teeth in the water
Claws in the dirt
Every road’s burning
Every word hurts
I wanna go where this shit can’t find me
Rip my name off the mail
Set the sky on fire
Let the smoke be the last thing behind me
I don’t belong
I don’t belong here
[Verse 2]
Small-town sheriff
Takes what he wants to
Smiles for the camera
Like a god in blue
Mama says “baby
You just keep your head down”
But my blood runs louder
Than the rules of this town
[Chorus]
I don’t belong in this dark
Cruel world
Teeth in the water
Claws in the dirt
Every road’s burning
Every word hurts
I wanna go where this shit can’t find me
Rip my name off the mail
Set the sky on fire
Let the smoke be the last thing behind me
I don’t belong
I don’t belong here
[Bridge]
I dream of a place
Where my hands come clean
No crosses on hills
No sirens in the trees
Just an old cracked creek
And a sky that forgives
If I can’t live there
Then I don’t wanna live (no more)
[Chorus]
I don’t belong in this dark
Cruel world
Teeth in the water
Claws in the dirt
Every road’s burning
Every word hurts
I wanna go where this shit can’t find me
Rip my name off the mail
Set the sky on fire
Let the smoke be the last thing behind me
I don’t belong
I don’t belong here

folk, Dusty indie-folk country with male vocals; close-mic’d fingerpicked guitar carrying a haunting signature riff, soft brushed snare and upright bass pulse. Fiddle weaves mournful counter-melodies that bloom in the chorus, then tangle with a reverb-kissed slide guitar in the bridge. Intimate verses stay hushed and confessional; choruses open with stacked harmonies and a raw, cracked edge. Mix leans warm and organic, letting every creak of the room color the performance., indie folk, country, world