Picola
Don't know what's changed since I was thirteen
In that old dusty town where I grew up
But I'm on my way
Like an abandoned movie set
In an out of date Western once relevant
Now it's full of cracks
Cracks on my mother's forehead as she
Embraces me on the front verandah
It's been a while
As flat and dry as sunburnt toast
Everytime I come home, I see the cracks
The sun still spills over everything
And I smiled
And love seeped through the cracks
The pub's been up for sale for years
The station rusts as men sit around
But don't say a word
Teenage mothers teach their kids to swim
In the public pool now clogged with bugs
Their smiles make cracks
As flat and dry as sunburnt toast
Everytime I come home, I see the cracks
The sun still spills over everything
And I smiled
And love seeped through the cracks
The chemist lady asks me how I've been
Living in that big city following my dream
She knows my name
I'm missing my ticket for that morning the bus
The bus driver opens the door and smiles and says
I'll get you home
As flat and dry as sunburnt toast
Everytime I come home, I see the cracks
The sun still spills over everything
And I smiled
And love seeped through the cracks
In that old dusty town where I grew up
But I'm on my way
Like an abandoned movie set
In an out of date Western once relevant
Now it's full of cracks
Cracks on my mother's forehead as she
Embraces me on the front verandah
It's been a while
As flat and dry as sunburnt toast
Everytime I come home, I see the cracks
The sun still spills over everything
And I smiled
And love seeped through the cracks
The pub's been up for sale for years
The station rusts as men sit around
But don't say a word
Teenage mothers teach their kids to swim
In the public pool now clogged with bugs
Their smiles make cracks
As flat and dry as sunburnt toast
Everytime I come home, I see the cracks
The sun still spills over everything
And I smiled
And love seeped through the cracks
The chemist lady asks me how I've been
Living in that big city following my dream
She knows my name
I'm missing my ticket for that morning the bus
The bus driver opens the door and smiles and says
I'll get you home
As flat and dry as sunburnt toast
Everytime I come home, I see the cracks
The sun still spills over everything
And I smiled
And love seeped through the cracks
Credits
Writer(s): Erin Heycox
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