Soon to Come Home

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 Way : audio demo

We Don't Know the Way : lyrics

We Don't Know the Way

I 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 way
We don't know the way
We don't know the way.
(x2)

But we are leaving
On to the next port.

And I hope this could withstand the smash of lightning impact
As 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 way
We don't know the way
We don't know the way.
(x2)

But we are leaving
On to the next port.

I hope that you get reckless and drive me without reason
Into 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 way
We don't know the way
We don't know the way. (x2)
But we are leaving On to the next port.

Goodnight, My Sweet One (Hang Up The Receiver) : lyrics

Goodnight, My Sweet One (Hang Up The Receiver)

Goodnight my sweet one
I'll see you in the morning time
rest easy while you sleep
slip away fast into your dreams, into your dreams

hold on, jump across to the ferry and float down stream
the current carries us swiftly toward the sea
let 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 see

drift away and come back home
--------long distance------ conversation--------on the telephone
you could make the call collect,
------gather up -------all loose ends -------as you reflect

and pine away the surface values
that glimmer like a mirage and stick like glue.
you breathe the salty air
balmy, hesitant (relevant), and well aware

So
hang up the receiver
hang up the receiver
hang up the receiver, and come back home!
(x 2)

come back home,
come back home!

Well, goodnight my sweet one. (x4)
Goodnight.

Goodnight, My Sweet One (Hang Up The Receiver) : audio demo

Ghost Shadows (lyrics)

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.

Ghost Shadows (audio demo)