Nothing to prove…

Oct 2, 2014 | Hip tunage

Black candle, fire on the fuse
Shaking in the wind like a lame excuse
Never leave the house, barely leave the room
Got nothing to say, got nothing to prove

Whoa. The party must have ended at Elvis’s house. Ryan Adams is back. Righteous.

…from I Just Might, track #9 from his best-named album in half a decade, Ryan Adams, and the best escalating tension song I’ve heard all year.