Released: Coming in 2026

1. “The Future Design”

2. “Footsteps Fading to Red”

3. “New Year New Song“

4. “Just Stares, Just Standing”

5. “Traditions”

6. “Final Summer”

7. “Playlist Therapy”

8. “Same Old Year”

9. “The History Mystery”

10. “You’re in the Cycle Now”

11. “Headlight Flashlight”

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LYRICS

(All songs written by Chris Moore)

“The Future Design”

With your return, youth begins anew: / you touch down in a plane, and everything is simplified. / Without delay, without further ado… / It begins. 

Within a beat, there’s everything to do. / We can go back: nostalgia is personified. / Or we can move onward to the future times. / We decide.

Yes, we decide where to drive, / over or under is in the ride. / Had we denied how we thrive / we couldn’t do more than simply survive. 

As long as we go on together, / we’ll face the spotlight; / we’ll face the shadows. / I’ll take that action every time: / the future design to be free. 

A place to meet is all we need to find. / With simple words invention is re-energized. / The many goals we make to take our minds from now… / This revives. 

The field rolls out despite the dirt and happenstance. / No base is for the brave and never-ending heart. / We take our swings, although the count be oh-and-thirty-five… / One more hit. 

We’re the return; we are the measure and the pulse. / Tradition is a time machine that travels, moves both ways. / So warm the shed and get yourself up, out of bed. / We arrive today. 

“Footsteps Fading to Red”

So I sit at home and scroll… / through albums I’ve collected, / memories selected, / letting past slights take their toll. 

All in the past, all that will last: / what kept me going. / When I was certain—knowing is gone… / Gone. 

Perhaps this is forevermore: / no texting and no typing, / no call, nothing exciting… / Nothing-burger with some fries.

Haunted by the steps we took / so many times, so many lines. / I see the path; I see ahead / a different shade; though it’s still red…

So I park the car and check / for even a reaction, / some sign of interaction, / letting past love linger on.

So I sit at home and scroll… / So I sit at home and scroll… / So I sit at home and scroll… / So I sit at home and scroll…

“New Year New Song”

Always is less than I would’ve expected. / That’s why I keep coming back. / Endings are not easy when they’re not wanted; / I’d be right here if you’d look at me… / All the words that we haven’t said / could fill the space of every book we’ve read…

Never is something I hadn’t prepared for; / it’s why I’m always looking back. / Onward, direction embraced and abandoned: / I’ll still be there, parallel to you… / All the calls that you don’t accept, / possibilities you won’t respect

I would I’d rather be with you / (and this I could’ve imagined)… / I’d rather that I’d rather be with you / tonight at the end of the year. 

Smiling in all of the copious memories, / a photograph freezes us in time… / Blinking just as the shutter, it fluttered, / closes out any more to see. / Now I’m left having to reflect / on all the slights that I never meant. 

At first I was planning to scream and shout, / then I was waiting for a turnabout. / It was half-rehearsed and half-reversed / when you told me I’d let you down. 

“Just Stares, Just Standing”

Head over my shoulder, / body breezing by: / he’s jogging, may be running — / I’m just standing. / Early morning trying, / Nothing to distract: / I’m lagging, sending signals — / unintended. 

I can’t keep absorbing / trauma’s unspoken anger… / I’ve earned more — / No, I’m worth more / than thumb-tapping into the nighttime. 

Eyes out for a signal, / anticipating lies: / not malicious, it’s post-dramatic / insulation. / Full spin on the track now, / around and round we go: / I’m seeing — may be fleeing — / understanding.  

Head over my shoulder, / buddy breezing by: / he’s jogging, may be running — / Something’s ending…

“Traditions”

In your car, fast food across the dash, / we sat in the dark; we talked in the night. / In your car, honesty and laughter — / honestly, let’s go back there! / Every year, we’d meet in the night. / Every year, we’d spend it together. / The door was open, so we would walk through. / The year was ending, so we’d know…

Traditions — we’ve had a few. / They cover our lifetimes; / we always thought we knew. 

In the shed, music above the boards, / we were floating, in a loft. / In the shed, once it was “always there;” / then we lapsed, and elapsed time became “last time”… / We got old, left behind what kept us there. / We got old; it was never overrated… / We shared… what we made, it lingered. / We cared; now it’s still there, but it’s faded…

Life is fine… until it’s finite. / I burned out, blurred into the background. / In your mind… I’m only facts and details. / We burned out; we subverted and aborted. 

Traditions — they had such sway, / gave us our lifelines, / now we’re miles away. / Traditions left us nothing new to say…

“Final Summer”

(Lyrics coming soon.)

“Playlist Therapy”

(Lyrics coming soon.)

“Same Old Year”

(Lyrics coming soon.)

“The History Mystery”

(Lyrics coming soon.)

“You’re in the Cycle Now”

(Lyrics coming soon.)

“Headlight Flashlight”

One more night / like every night, / backing out in the dark, / slipping out of park. / One more time / flashing headlights: / two bright, quick bursts, / never knew the worst / was yet to come…

I’m rolling out; / you’re staying here / with love, no doubt — / I’m slipping into gear. / Never dreamed a series of fights / when I flashed my headlights… / When I flashed my headlights.

Shudder, shake, / barely awake. / What’s left of the night, / it calls me on…/ Most of me / stays to see / what songs remain to be, / which one of us sees / what’s yet to come…

One more night, / one more time / before the final fight, / before we broke the rhyme. / Let there be night / without a fight. / A flicker of light means / there’s no fight… with you. 

(So tired of sad albums / with bad outcomes… / Is there a second “Second Time Around”? / So tired of mad masking / and fake fasting… / I’m yearning for some middle ground / with you.)

Used to know we’d / flash the lights… / I miss my anchor… / flash… the… lights… / So, flash the lights / one more time; / one more time, / flash… the… lights…

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LINER NOTES

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