On the Way Home
Hello sunQuiet orderPack up form ranks walk no tryingJust motionFeet moving before the mind catches upTarmac stretchingBoots draggingNot...
Hello sun Quiet order Pack up form ranks walk no trying Just motion Feet moving before the mind catches up Tarmac stretching Boots dragging Not cadence just tired bodies Finally allowed to leave something behind Dust Jet fuel A sunset too beautiful for this place
A strap adjusted A breath caught so the band idea An eyebrow raised already A shrug of planning ahead Voices behind them Trombone clarinet flute A whole marching band in the wrong war Groans laughter the kind that keeps you upright
Big amps big sound Dreams whispered into the march Anything loud enough to drown the past Six strings bass player the glue the backbone You don't have a drummer Details more laughter Thin tired needed
Runway ahead concrete glowing A plane waiting like an open door Just somewhere else maybe home Maybe just away A glance you think we'll make it A long pause we're closer than we've ever been A hundred saved up songs waiting to shake walls
A small star a tired one annoyed the neighbors Silence after that not heavy just warm Engines humming like a promise The ramp rising the dust fading Boots on metal seats filling With people carrying dreams they'd better be dead and gone We're across the inches war for the first time in too long The future feels reachable and a home lies waiting somewhere
Current Project - The Adventures of Frank and Merlin -
Act One- After getting drafted, Frank and Merlin finally return home alive from the War overseas to...
