(January 2026, in stores) A big-guitar panoramic semi-autobiographical number with a lot of reflections about the consequences of carelessness and the roadwreck of the human race. No apologies :)
Lyrics
I wasn't good at saying goodbye
But after this I think I'll have an easier time
Another year, countin' the dimes
Give a cheer, for one more thing on my mind
If the race ain't nothing but a cold blooded ride
if there's no one to take your side
Grit your teeth and with a glass in hand
Raise it to the sky and whisper, ain't it grand
Born in the shadow of the bomb, 8 November
Painted me with holy water 'n said remember... to pray
Then get me a career - a player, a drinker, a dreamer
Or maybe six feet of cold clay
If the race ain't nothing but a cold blooded ride
if there's no one to take your side
Grit your teeth and with a glass in hand
Raise it to the sky and whisper, ain't it grand
There's a hand on the wheel there's a hand in the till
They keep their fingers crossed when they talk and they always will
You can look at the cards, you can look at their eyes
Believing is easy but it ain't for the wise
You keep on living on those paper lies
You're gonna drink your water from a well gone dry
You'll be marchin’ to the fields with those chains a ringin'
This time next year, you won't be singing ain't it grand!