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Soon to Come Home
Soon to come home, darlin',
Soon to come home,
To see what you've got left behind
Soon to come home, darlin'
Soon to come home,
Don't you see that you've left me behind?
Pack up all of your belongings and
store them away
in a closet-sized room
where we've decided to stay.
Soon to come home, darlin',
Soon to come home,
To see what you've left far behind.
The kettle whistles on the stove
and the lamplight is low.
Your book has already been shelved.
Pages are blank
and the story left untold
silent in the middle of the night.
Well we're off to our dreams where the future unfolds
days long and warm and
the nights dark and cold
Soon to come home, darlin',
Soon to come home,
To see what you've got left behind
Soon to come home, darlin'
Soon to come home,
Don't you see that you've left me behind?
Your travels have taken you
to a place in your mind,
deserted by the ones that you love.
Uncertain and lost,
you turn back on the road,
hesitating as you open the door.
All the cupboards you find empty
and the drawers have been cleaned out,
but my heart is not vacant or
obscured by doubt
'Cause you're soon to come home, darlin',
Soon to come home,
To see what you've left far behind.
Soon to come home, darlin',
Soon to come home,
Don't you see that you've left me behind.
The summer is long in the north by the sea,
The coastline is jagged and bare.
Now that we've lived out our lifetimes
and learned to recede
like the tide ebbing low as we stare
Out toward the pink horizon, kissed by the sun
that rises and falls
and sets slow as we run.
'Cause we're soon to come home, darlin',
Soon to come home,
To see what we've got left behind.
Soon to come home, darlin',
Soon to come home,
To see what we've left far behind.
We Don't Know the WayI wish that we could spend enough time to run our banks dry,Hit the jack pot, and blow all of our winnings on enemies and allies.There's a war out to kill us and make us prisoners of an empire.The road out of town is a highway that'll lead us to a free land.But we don't know the wayWe don't know the wayWe don't know the way.(x2)But we are leavingOn to the next port.And I hope this could withstand the smash of lightning impactAs we stand still on hilltops, barren below the iron gray clouds.Thunder claps wildly in the distance and roars with hungry orders:Get a move on! Get busy! Go back to where you came from and find your homeland! But we don't know the wayWe don't know the wayWe don't know the way.(x2)But we are leavingOn to the next port.I hope that you get reckless and drive me without reasonInto the winter, spring, summer, and, following the seasons,We'll never turn back to change course or alter our direction,mend patches on our armor for the numbness that acted as protection.But we don't know the wayWe don't know the wayWe don't know the way. (x2) But we are leaving On to the next port.
Goodnight, My Sweet One (Hang Up The Receiver)Goodnight my sweet oneI'll see you in the morning timerest easy while you sleepslip away fast into your dreams, into your dreamshold on, jump across to the ferry and float down streamthe current carries us swiftly toward the sealet go of all the day's worries; let them sink deep(alt.--a vast, expansive view extends your reach) big and blue as far as you can seedrift away and come back home--------long distance------ conversation--------on the telephoneyou could make the call collect,------gather up -------all loose ends -------as you reflectand pine away the surface valuesthat glimmer like a mirage and stick like glue.you breathe the salty airbalmy, hesitant (relevant), and well awareSohang up the receiverhang up the receiverhang up the receiver, and come back home!(x 2)come back home,come back home!Well, goodnight my sweet one. (x4)Goodnight.
Ghost Shadows Silent nights that you drove away, sailed right by like ships on a breeze— Ghost shadows— leave a haunting wake trailing into the unforeseen, overcast, dark weather. A voracious sky consumes then pleads for you to stay, with your wandering fleets heading out for the blaze in the east: Don’t set on me. High ridges line the broken coast. A beacon casts its waving arm, bending light through the howling wind, steering ships away from harm. Full moon climbing high in the night; a warning sounds its red alarm; Your fleets scatter their masts at bay, collected, harbored, and withdrawn; docked, fouled, and frayed.