A poignant ukulele duet — two voices, one trying to call the line, the other already letting go. The stone goes wild, the broom grows heavy, and somewhere between *hold too loose* and *grip too tight* you realize the shot — and maybe more than the shot — is gone.
Lyrics
Down in the hack my hands are cold
Uncertain where this one will go
Tension builds I take my aim
Heartbeat racing but I play the game
A hint of doubt you say as you sigh
"Just trust the broom we know the line"
It's running wild and drifts away
As I walk along I hope and pray
We chase the line but miss the mark
I'm sweeping hard into the dark
In the end I see no light
Don't think the sweep can put it right
Sometimes no amount of sweeping can get you back on track
Not for lack of dreaming this one is gone and won't come back
Out of hand somehow you know
We should just let it go
Hold too loose or grip too tight
Just can't seem to get it right
In the end, we give up the fight
Each stone I throw goes way off course
Shout back and forth we're going hoarse
Dragged by regret as I slide
For all our hopes the ways we tried
I'm learning but too late and way too slow
Don't hold so long just let it go
Broom grows heavy in my hand
Stone goes wild I don't understand
All my work can't make it stay
The path is set it fades away
Still I sweep, try to change the track
I fear it's lost and can't come back
Sometimes no amount of sweeping can get you back on track
To the winds of fate we're leaping once that foot has left the hack
Out of hand somehow you know
We should just let it go
Hold too loose or grip too tight
Just can't seem to get it right
In the end, we give up the fight
We wanted more than an errant fling
Dared to dream we'd reach the rings
Echoes linger, time stands still
Our dreams are curling down a hill
Sometimes no amount of sweeping can get you back on track
Not for lack of dreaming this one is gone and won't come back
Out of hand somehow you know
We should just let it go
Hold too loose or grip too tight
Just can't seem to get it right
In the end, we give up the fight
Sometimes no amount of sweeping can get you back on track
In the end we just came up light
