Runaway go-carts, careening down the hill--
Y’know we’re gonna crash’em, yeah I’m certain we will.
Runaway go-carts, straight into the mist;
What we’re gonna find there is anybody’s guess.
Runaway go-carts sending up sparks.
Tryin’ to illumine the infinite dark;
Runaway go-carts, you can grip the wheel
Tighter with your fingers, but you’re gonna crash still.
So what do we do now with the time we have?
Live with all your might now, and in danger’s face laugh.
Love those around you while you still can.
The flames burn hotter when they feel the wind.
Runaway go-carts, someday we’re gonna crash
Headlong into nowhere in a sudden flash.
‘Till then throw your hands up and shout to the sky.
Maybe I’ll see you on the other side.
Maybe I’ll see you on the other side.
You’re not the driver, you’re not the car;
You made everything near and far.
You’re not the hill and you’re not the mist;
There is no future and there is no past.
You are the now and you are the here;
The universe, it is your mirror.
The universe, it is your mirror.
The universe, it is your mirror.
The universe, it is your mirror.
The universe, it is your mirror.
The new EP from Scottish songwriter Alec Bowman_Clarke goes deep, setting vulnerable lyrics to gentle melodies & stripped-back arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2021
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020