Well I've finally found my way home
I've been looking all the while
Searching under every stone
It was here all this time
And I love you
But I've got to leave
And I promise
I will see you again
Somewhere on High Street or maybe Cedar
Where the churches are sprinkled
like the raindrops on my windshield
Somewhere on Bruce or maybe Dogwood
Where I left my childhood
Out on the curb when I was 12 years old
Back when I did what I was told
I came here on my own
No one asked me to drive
Everything's the same
Cold and frozen in time
And I love you
But I've got to leave
And I promise
I will see you again
Somewhere on High Street or maybe Cedar
Where the churches are sprinkled
like the raindrops on my windshield
Somewhere on Bruce or maybe Dogwood
Where I left my childhood
Out on the curb when I was 12 years old
Back when I did what I was told
And I wonder why I don’t visit more often
Maybe it’s the memories that haunt me
That keep me away
Most of my days
And I come here to see my father
Where I left him in the ground
And I tell him all about my little girl
And I love you
But I've got to leave
And I promise
I will see you again
Somewhere on High Street or maybe Cedar
Where the churches are sprinkled
like the raindrops on my windshield
Somewhere on Bruce or maybe Dogwood
Where I left my childhood
Out on the curb when I was 12 years old
Back when I did what I was told
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023