Music and lyrics copyright 2009 by Steve Swellander
Instrumentation by Steve Swellander
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I look out the window
The city shines like a polished crown
I wipe a tear from my eye
Say a prayer, so glad to be home.
Feel the slap of the runway
Sit back in my seat and close my eyes
I’m home, home,
So why do I feel so alone?
So many nights in my dreams
I lift off on a homecoming plane.
So many nights I wondered
If things could ever be the same.
Take me down
Take me down
Carry me over the ocean
Take me down
To your heart
I shoulder my duffel
And walk with my camo brigade
Cell phones light up the chute
‘Til we emerge at the gate
There you are sweet with delight
The vision of all my dreams
I feel you warm in my arms
Lord help us, we live and we breathe.
Sad premonitions and long expectations,
It’s a hard, rusty wheel that we turn.
Plucked from flames and delivered to hope,
Still dreaming of cities that burn.
Lay me down
Lay me down
Loan me a field of lilies
And lay me down
To your heart
Now it’s shopping, school and soccer,
And weekends down by the coast
And making lost love in the evening
And lying awake in the dark.
All aspirations and predispositions
Are seabirds aloft on a breeze,
Lord let me out of this skin,
Such a threadbare fabric it is.
We walk the beach where seabirds dive
For their prey and soar away
The air grows cold as the sun recedes
Holding close we stroll away.
Lay me down
Lay me down
Tenderly turn down the sheets
And lay me down
To your heart
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