IT'S THE DRIVE HOME
IT'S THE RAIN
IT'S THE FEELING THAT IT'S ALL BEEN DONE IN VAIN
IT'S THE LIGHT ON
AT YOUR PLACE
IT'S ME SICK WITH ALL I CAN'T SAY TO YOUR FACE
AND THE FEAR THAT WHAT I LEAVE HERE
IS A THING I CAN'T REPLACE
SO I HOLD ON, JUST A LITTLE BIT LONGER
'TIL I'M A LITTLE BIT LESS THAN NUMB
BUT UNAFRAID OF WHAT I'VE BECOME
WHEN I'M GONE, AND THE DAYS GET HARDER
PLEASE REMEMBER ME AS I WAS
BEFORE THE NIGHTS TURNED ME TO RUST
BEFORE THE LINES WENT DOWN
AND EVERYTHING FELL TO DUST
COULD YOU FEEL IT COMIN'
LIKE A SUMMER STORM
I ALWAYS LEFT THE MOTOR RUNNIN'
TO KEEP THE ENGINE WARM
'TIL THROUGH THE CROWD
I COULD MAKE MY GETAWAY
AND CONVINCE MYSELF THERE'S NOTHING I COULD SAY
WHILE I WORRY YOU MIGHT FIND SOME WORDS TO MAKE ME WANNA STAY
AND HOLD ON…
OVER MY SHOULDER
KEEP IT TO MYSELF, PUT IT ON A SHELF
NO ONE NEEDS TO KNOW, I'LL BE SOMEBODY ELSE
Tom Heyman documents life in San Francisco circa 2023, refusing to succumb to easy characterization & instead capturing the city’s nuance. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 22, 2023