Waltz no. 5 (Homesick)
Only at 5 a.m. could I write this when I can't see where I stand
Only at some liminal place would I like this when I don't know who I am
It has been music and sunsets and the moments in between
I don't mind waking up to the darkness 'cause I don't know how to leave
And if it gets too cold, you wrap yourself up in the blankets you fold
And if you feel too old, you take back the hours and minutes they stole
And when you get homesick, acknowledge that you can go back to it
And when you get hopeless, you'll find it if you know where to look for it
Only when you shut your mouth can I think straight and put myself in line
I need sitting down just to move fast if there's ever sufficient time
Go on a pilgrimage to a warm town and write until I die
Even if you hear this now might be too late 'cause the words could all be lies
And if it gets too cold, you wrap yourself up in the blankets you fold
And if you feel too old, you take back the hours and minutes they stole
And when you get homesick, acknowledge that you can go back to it
And when you get hopeless, you'll find it if you know where to look for it
I don't want advice
You mean well and you seem nice
I'll break your heart if that what it takes
To get you the hell away from me
Only at some liminal place would I like this when I don't know who I am
It has been music and sunsets and the moments in between
I don't mind waking up to the darkness 'cause I don't know how to leave
And if it gets too cold, you wrap yourself up in the blankets you fold
And if you feel too old, you take back the hours and minutes they stole
And when you get homesick, acknowledge that you can go back to it
And when you get hopeless, you'll find it if you know where to look for it
Only when you shut your mouth can I think straight and put myself in line
I need sitting down just to move fast if there's ever sufficient time
Go on a pilgrimage to a warm town and write until I die
Even if you hear this now might be too late 'cause the words could all be lies
And if it gets too cold, you wrap yourself up in the blankets you fold
And if you feel too old, you take back the hours and minutes they stole
And when you get homesick, acknowledge that you can go back to it
And when you get hopeless, you'll find it if you know where to look for it
I don't want advice
You mean well and you seem nice
I'll break your heart if that what it takes
To get you the hell away from me
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Writer(s): Jimmy Stanley
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