Description

One-Stop, Indie rock, Medium tempo, percussive, building, folk, indie folk, uplifting, positive, hopeful, personal, Male vocals, piano, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass, drums, percussion, strings, Fredericksburg, Virginia, United States

Lyrics

Find a way
back home.
Where the shade has gathered
ever since we left here,
and the trees have overgrown.

I forgot you in a way.

Since then
the weeds drew up and covered
up the doorstep,
and the floors have given way.

I still pray for rain,

In my sleep
a place we meant to keep
I’ll lay my head beneath
somewhere the ghosts still meet.

And if I woke too soon,
to see them fade from view
into the afternoon
somewhere I thought I knew.

You’ll weather when I’m gone.

Dead of night,
in time
the shapes all sway together
where the trees bend,
and they gather in the light.

Then they all just stepped away

in time.
I’ll forget whatever may have
changed here
with the first of the light.

The shade has left my sight.

In my sleep
a place we meant to keep
I’ll lay my head beneath
somewhere the ghosts still meet.

And if I woke too soon,
to see them fade from view
into the afternoon,
somewhere I thought I knew.

You’ll weather when I’m gone.