Ahh So many words of confusion Colliding with illusions That are crashing down All the places you've been They say they don't want you Coming around And everything you thought that Was so safe is now open wide And you ask me why I am standing here Against the tide
Well Momma don't you worry It's only just a tidal wave But the boat in the harbour It carried my father And he was saved And you ask me if I'm worried Well I can't really say that I am I'm just sitting here Building the Promised Land x4
Ahhh
Don't you remember the civilizations That we wandered through Well tell me what's another empire Between me and you I see the ships arrive each day From their distant shores And I got a place to stay For all the fugatives at my door
Chorus
I read the letters you wrote The things that your worried about You want to know what its like From my corner here You say that it seems like the whole world Is crashing down Well Maybe its true but from over here Were kind of used to the sound
The posthumous record by the legendary Tony Joe White is full of rugged, smoky blues & Americana, culled from a trove of demos. Bandcamp New & Notable May 10, 2021