The Walk Back Home

04:11
Kathy Sparling
2014
Kathy Sparling

Story

Kathy Sparling – vocal, tenor guitar
Myles Boisen – electric bass, electric guitar
Lisa Mezzacappa – acoustic bass
Tim Rowe – drums

Lyrics

Lightening bugs blaze through the dim purple sky,
Shadows gather like whispering friends.
These woods smell like madness; the moon’s a far cry.
We’ll follow it as the day ends.
Now dinners are ready; they’re calling us in -- from each porch step a clarion tone.
As bicycles set a course in the wind, we’ll get lost on the walk back home.
Oh anyone can set out for a walk, it takes no time at all to pass down the block.
Turning home, that’s when your bearings get loose and you question the route
The turns multiply, and the dusk plays tricks on your eyes…
Well it seemed a sure thing, so we stayed in the game
And we placed those exuberant bets
Till he set down his hand for call of the corner,
Some air, oh yes, cigarettes.
Now his dinner is ready; I’m calling them in, those wagers that he’d never roam –
I’ve watched by this window all night so he must have got lost on the walk back home.
Oh anyone can just walk away, it takes no time at all to leave for the day.
Turning home, that’s when your bearings get loose and you question the route
The turns multiply, and the dusk plays tricks on your eyes…
Finally I found you my heart’s beaten path,
My compass rose bearing true.
Out on the hard roads we traded our ease
For the beauty of soles wearing through.
Years I’ve spent stacking the markers and painting these woods just to end here alone.
You say you’re ready, they’re calling you in: we’re all just lost on the walk back home.
Oh anyone could walk as I do, we all start the same, my journey’s not new.