Saluations
Another day, another race to find some time
To sit alone and make a list
To cross them off, and add more to it
I'll sit, I'll pick out some chords, if I get round to it
I never like 'em, I'm never satisfied
And they never get finished
So I walk to the mailbox, I got used to it
I'll see some mail, I'll pray to God that it's gonna be a good day
No bills to pay
And I get a letter in my hand
Salutations from the north
Why don't you come back home?
Maine is cold, it's that time of year
But I'll keep the fires burning
I drive and I drive
Come home
I drive and I drive
I drive and I drive
I drive and I drive
It's Wednesday afternoon
The kids are in school
This is the first day I've had on my own in seven months
I don't know what the hell to do, so I go shopping
It's the zero credit form of shopping, where you buy and return
So I buy, and I return, which is great
Until you realise what a colossal waste of time your life's become
I mean, what am I waiting for?
For the stars to align? For somebody to call?
Who? From where?
I just get back in my car, and I'm driving, anywhere
Salutations from the north
Why don't you come back home?
Maine is cold, it's that time of year
But I'll keep the fires burning
Come home
Come home
Come home
I drive and I drive
Come home
I drive and I drive
Come home
I drive and I drive
Come home
I drive and I drive
To sit alone and make a list
To cross them off, and add more to it
I'll sit, I'll pick out some chords, if I get round to it
I never like 'em, I'm never satisfied
And they never get finished
So I walk to the mailbox, I got used to it
I'll see some mail, I'll pray to God that it's gonna be a good day
No bills to pay
And I get a letter in my hand
Salutations from the north
Why don't you come back home?
Maine is cold, it's that time of year
But I'll keep the fires burning
I drive and I drive
Come home
I drive and I drive
I drive and I drive
I drive and I drive
It's Wednesday afternoon
The kids are in school
This is the first day I've had on my own in seven months
I don't know what the hell to do, so I go shopping
It's the zero credit form of shopping, where you buy and return
So I buy, and I return, which is great
Until you realise what a colossal waste of time your life's become
I mean, what am I waiting for?
For the stars to align? For somebody to call?
Who? From where?
I just get back in my car, and I'm driving, anywhere
Salutations from the north
Why don't you come back home?
Maine is cold, it's that time of year
But I'll keep the fires burning
Come home
Come home
Come home
I drive and I drive
Come home
I drive and I drive
Come home
I drive and I drive
Come home
I drive and I drive
Credits
Writer(s): Cerys Elizabeth Phillips Matthews, Mason Christopher Neely
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