Travel

make friction with our fingers start a fire
indulge ourselves and perspire
climb till we can't climb higher
then retire
i buy the steak that you like from the store
even though it costs a little bit more
you know fresh from the counter kind
with those intertwining vines
marbled fat but not too much fat
kiss my cheek walk out the door
why can't you stay home
why do you travel all alone
i'm standing at the window babe please come home.
this studio apartment is a living thing I've found
it speaks to me when I hit the ground
the sound it ricochets like a renegade buckshot round
i wake up on that same ground
where you found me when you got home
why can't you stay home
why do you travel all alone
i'm standing at the window babe please come home.
warm our clammy hands by the fire
put in work, get paid to perspire
climb till we can't climb higher
then retire
i know I'm not a spade in this deck I'm not an ace
in your chest I trust I have a place
but stalled on the tarmac you found another face
you're moving to another place
strike a damp match revive the fire
force an attempt at desire
give up cause you're so tired
then get fired
babe don't you turn your back
don't put your toothbrush in your sack
i'll be standing at the window when you come running on back
babe don't you turn your back
don't put your toothbrush in your sack
i'll be standing at the window I hope you're coming back


August 2017: First appeared on the first album. Kyle Kerley wrote an incredible string arrangement for this. I never heard it when I wrote it, but it sure felt right at home.