Well I stepped down from the train,
in the dusty evening air,
and the sun slides through the railing,
like he didn't pay the fare
And I left my coat behind,
and my briefcase on the chair,
and someone's callin' after me,
but I'm too far gone to care
I guess I'm rollin' home,
I'm bein' blown along,
by all those things,
I turned my back upon
but I've been through it all,
and I stumbled but I did not fall,
and the higher I rose,
the more that I felt small
tossed my phone away,
started again today.
well I pushed off from the shore,
in a bloddy mary dawn,
and the wind crouched down beside me,
and it gently, led me on,
and no-one saw me go,
but the dyin' all around,
ans the cannons roared about me,
but I didn't hear a sound
I guess I'm goin' home,
I'm being blown along,
by all those things I once frowned upon,
but I've been through it all,
and I stumbled but I did not fall,
and the higher I rose,
the more that I felt small
Rodney DeCroo's songs drape themselves over careful lyrics that seem to continually ambush you. His recordings are as beguiling as they are compelling. Tyrella
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