I heard you talking in your sleep again
Heard you saying how you feared the cold
I tried to cover up your weakness
But blankets wouldn't hold your body still; you kept on shivering alone
Far from home
Debt did make you pawn your soul again
In the hotel room, a man disguised as Jesus took your clothes
I wanted nothing but to heal those wounds
But your body bent until it finally broke
Far from home
Don't lock up in your box full of hope and dream
Time was made for better things—you don't seem to care
Don't stock up all your wares; the day is growing dim
Air was made for breathing, not wasting in despair
I saw you floating down that stream again
Arms were open wide like a drifting Mary Magdalene
You struck the sea with startling energy
I tried to drag you in but the current swept you down that dismal cove
Far from home
credits
from Pastourelle,
released April 23, 2012
Lyrics, vocals, guitar: Christian Lewis
Lead guitar: Fletch Tison
Drums: Rob Racine
Bass: Bill Racine
Recording, editing, mixing, mastering: Bill Racine
Produced by Bill Racine and Christian Lewis
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