Take a train,
Run away to the edge of yesterday,
I will never say,
That you were gone away,
From the morn of yesterday.
The picture on a desk it ages,
As the hand ticked away at the pages,
And wonders,
If the sun has drowned,
Or left behind the town without a sight or sound.
So you follow a trail back home,
Rest in unfamiliar backdrops alone,
Just to feel a sense of hope,
But at the end of the day,
There's a light I do pray,
Shines from the front porch of our home.
In a crowd you are found,
With a gaze homeward bound,
Well thoughts run through your head,
Oh what's started can't be left,
Let us do what is best.
If the fields and the flowers,
Scarecrows and the big tall towers linger,
Wrap your arms around,
Think about the town,
Where your loved ones are found.
So you follow a trail back home,
Rest in unfamiliar backdrops alone,
Just to feel a sense of hope,
But at the end of the day,
There's a light I do pray,
Shines from the front porch of our home.
The latest from Jessica Pratt retains the sense of mystery that characterized her previous albums, adding expansive arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2019