Verse 1
I looked for home in other people
Searched lost souls for a needle
in between truth and betrayal
I misplaced faith, forgave, forgot
Held on tight to the end of rope
‘Till I lost hope and swam away
Chorus:
Now I see shimmer of light
Past the simmer of smoke I’d ride
In younger days now so far away
Now I know you can’t tell me what is right
Share your pretty lies, I’ll just nod and leave
And lay myself down in my home
Verse 2
The sun was just a crescent
The bird squalls iridescent
In the present I called a truce
The moon sang “You can rest in me,
Until you learn to believe”
relief in the dusky sky
Chorus:
Now I see shimmer of light
Past the simmer of smoke I’d ride
In younger days now so far away
Now I know you can’t tell me what is right
Share your pretty lies, I’ll just nod and leave
And lay myself down in my home
Verse 3
A kaleidoscope behind closed eyes
Warmed by fire of tender mind
When I’m lonesome, I find nerve
I can’t believe what you say
Made some peace with yesterday
now I’m alright alone
Chorus:
Now I see shimmer of light
Past the simmer of smoke I’d ride
In younger days now so far away
Now I know you can’t tell me what is right
Share your pretty lies, I’ll just nod and leave
And lay myself down in my home
And lay myself down in my home
I drafted this song in April, initially motivated by a discussion with a dear friend. She asked me about challenges I face in the concept of home, and was delighted to receive a response she had not heard before. I developed much of the song to explore my evolving perspectives on home.
The second verse was wholly inspired by April's solar eclipse. That was such a gorgeous day -- my kid and I at the river by Riley's Lock. We shared our eclipse glasses with a group of loud guys having a cookout, they shared their meal. I'm grateful for this song mostly for capturing images of that day for me.
What I like most about the video is how my smile lights up when my kid walks into the kitchen. I realize I sped up the song. I think they wanted to cook and so I wanted that for them.
Last weekend I spent all day Sunday wrestling with songwriting. I had an idea that didn't work, so I pivoted, then pivoted again. I ended up with a chorus, I thought potentially likable, comparing a love interest to tortilla soup. When my kid came in the kitchen that evening I performed it for them and asked if it was stupid. "Not too stupid." ha! I shelved it, to edit three older songs instead, including this one.
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