Lonesome Home Lyrics
- Genre:Acoustic
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
White-capped mountains ring the lot
Sun shared light, not heat.
Convinced I was not real
I let the wind blow through me.
With a hollow rustling sound
Tried to remember home
Nothing came to mind
No memory of any love
Just the sound of the wind
I guess that I was right
Pick up and pack up this absence
Move it along
This is just a station on the way
A temporal graveyard; nothing stays long
Bone magnet pulls them to a better place
The last payphone in existence
Ringing now for you
Outside the Trailways station
No one else around
You know what to do
Pick up the receiver
Hold it to your ear
A distant dead voice whispers
Start to shake with fear
You don't want to hear
It says death is the best
Get here and we'll do the rest