HOMEFIELD (For Voltaire)
[Verse 1] Woke in the dark, but I knew the room Steel in the walls and the breath of June Bunk bed frame and a half-lit door Been here before, been here before Told what I saw when the morning came Ships in the sky with no given name Maps on the table, lines redrawn Something was ending, moving on [Pre-Chorus ] I kept my hands busy Made something kind A face for the girl I’d be leaving behind [Chorus] I’m going home Slow now, steady I’m going home When the field is ready Bird on the wire Wind in the reeds Light in the marrow Down in me I’m going home Not disappearing I’m going home Just coming clear [Verse 2] Hundred and forty near enough done Counted the days by the lack of sun People I loved in a borrowed place Grief in the leaving, peace in my face They came by water, they came by hill Long dark shapes and a practiced will I watched the pattern, I named the frame Still, I was painting all the same [Pre-Chorus] A mouth like a secret A woman in bloom A gift saying softly I loved you here too [Chorus] I’m going home Slow now, steady I’m going home When the field is ready Bird on the wire Wind in the reeds Light in the marrow Down in me I’m going home Not disappearing I’m going home Just coming clear [Bridge] Maybe home is not a far country Maybe home is the nervous system easing Maybe home is the sound in the trees Maybe home is what beauty means Maybe home is not somewhere after Maybe home is beneath the fracture Maybe home is the life in spring Coming back to meet me [Final Chorus] I’m going home Slow now, steady I’m going home Heart getting ready Birdsong breaking Open the seam All that was hidden Comes back to me I’m going home Not to an ending I’m going home Still remembering
