Get Flash to see this player.
Description
#5 of my average-a-song-a-week project. A song I wrote as I left England for life as a vagabond. 1996. The photo is me, then, in the recording studio in the UK where I did my first producing job. I really look like I don't know what I'm doing, don't I? More notes on my blog: http//web.mac.com/... .
Leave a Comment
You must be registered and logged-in to comment.
Lyrics
I wish you were here to join me
as a vagabond;
my things are in my car
and there’s a long, long way to go.
We are no strangers to adventure—
I don’t know where I’m bound—
but I’ll know I’m going somewhere
if I’m not alone.
Chorus:
And there’s many, many miles to go,
still there’s many many miles to go,
yes there’s many many miles to go
before I sleep.
The midnight bus bound for London
left laughter in these halls.
Now a stillness, like silence,
echoes against these walls.
The faces from around this fire shall fade,
time passes by.
It’s been good to know you,
good to know you,
I don’t know if that’s a lie. (chorus)
Hereclitus, will you write us
or cross rivers to visit friends?
As the sun rises in the east
and oceans change their tides again,
will we wake to call this dream
“here there or in the air”?
Like, the tadpole told the butterfly:
“Believe me, I don’t care” (chorus)
Bridge:
And it’s strange to find no sorrow
when everything will change tomorrow,
numbed to fog and patchy rain—
the midnight bus, the AM train.
Everything changes, everything changes.
And it’s strange to finally realize
all your memories are packed away.
You told me home is where the heart is;
mine’s a storage facility.
How long before you smile,
cock your head to the side
and say I hardly miss it,
I hardly miss it all (chorus)
as a vagabond;
my things are in my car
and there’s a long, long way to go.
We are no strangers to adventure—
I don’t know where I’m bound—
but I’ll know I’m going somewhere
if I’m not alone.
Chorus:
And there’s many, many miles to go,
still there’s many many miles to go,
yes there’s many many miles to go
before I sleep.
The midnight bus bound for London
left laughter in these halls.
Now a stillness, like silence,
echoes against these walls.
The faces from around this fire shall fade,
time passes by.
It’s been good to know you,
good to know you,
I don’t know if that’s a lie. (chorus)
Hereclitus, will you write us
or cross rivers to visit friends?
As the sun rises in the east
and oceans change their tides again,
will we wake to call this dream
“here there or in the air”?
Like, the tadpole told the butterfly:
“Believe me, I don’t care” (chorus)
Bridge:
And it’s strange to find no sorrow
when everything will change tomorrow,
numbed to fog and patchy rain—
the midnight bus, the AM train.
Everything changes, everything changes.
And it’s strange to finally realize
all your memories are packed away.
You told me home is where the heart is;
mine’s a storage facility.
How long before you smile,
cock your head to the side
and say I hardly miss it,
I hardly miss it all (chorus)
Cori Ander
A really nice song. Seems like it has been underexposed since there are no favs or comments before this one. I belive many would like it if they just heard it.