Home (Leave The Lights On)

Cold snapped like a coiled spring;

You can feel the frost is coming on

We are marigolden - dropping orange and umber,

Just barely holding on

And now downtown's dolled up with tinsel and angels

Seasons sneak like haircuts, teased apart and tangled

We were fraying for a while, but we took it all down

Like the garland hanging off traffic signals

But leave the lights on

Cause it might be nighttime when I get there

But I'm on my way home

Putting on old clothes in a new way

Putting on the pose of a new stage

Waking up everyday just a little bit changed

While it breaks over us like waves

Long live beauty; short live pain

Lust for wonder and hunger pangs

Face your fear, but do not shame:

It doesn't end; it just wears away

But leave the lights on

Cause it might be nighttime when I get there

But I'm on my way home

I've been clawing away at what's underneath:

Closer than solid ground beneath your feet

Closer, even now, than lips and teeth

Closer now, then out of reach

And the body remembers what the mind forgets:

Archives every heartbreak, every cigarette

These reset bones? They might not hold,

But they might yet

Leave the lights on

Cause it might be nighttime when I get there

But I'm on my way home