Take me to market, sell me by noon
All of your troubles will be over soon, with a
Morning breeze on a front porch chime sing,
I never heard a more beautiful ring
Ah ohh ah ooh
I feel all the others have a story to tell
They’ve been through troubles and living in hell
But me I love my folks, a girl and a dog
We made our way through the quarantine fog
Ah ooh ah ooh
Lock em all out, barricade ourselves in
Hope you’ve got flippers and know how to swim
Ten thousand miles to the land of the free
Home of the brave, they got all the vaccine that you want
All you want
They got all that you want, all that you want.
The floor boards are sticky but I don’t mind
the curtains are torn I pretend that I’m blind
I listen to the birds and other clichés
Am I a desperate bastard son trying to fill up a page and move on
I’m just trying to move on
trying to move on
An old friend rang me on a telephone, which I
hadn’t paid service since the world was shut off
he said:
“there’s always a snake you’ll be tempted to chase
you’ll never catch it ‘less you run your own race
head on, run it head on, yeah head on
They say this is meant to be at the centre of it all
for country music but it’s all been a blur
one long year making gardens and tea
I bought a drill and hammer yes I got (real) handy
Ah oooh ah ooh, Ah oooh ah ooh
I drank Manhattans in the freezing cold
I stood there and watched the sky unfold with
thunder and lightning and twisters, how fun
we got to go now baby, we gotta run
Ah ooh, baby we got a run
Ahhhhh Ah
When we left the homeland, the fires were still burning
We were doing shows to raise ‘ them some coin
we had Mr Plant as our VIP guest in the green room
Now we can’t top that, hey, what’s the point?
Ah ooh ah ooh
There was but a time when the world was as one
doing what we can to save each other
but it quickly changed in all different ways
some rolled out a cure, while others still wait
to go home, we wait to go home
Yeah wait to go home, Oh Oh wait to go home
Found myself a crowd of one
a red hornet on a fly screen with his big stingers on
He said: “ Play me something, something I know
one I can sing all the way home
Ah oho ohhh , all the way home
While this goes on,
It all still goes on
I learned how to grow my own food in the ground
built a fence in our yard to keep everyone out
the hands that I have, have never been so clean
this stuff strips off skin just like kerosene
Ah oho ohhh, ah oho ohhh
Zoom in from space, turn your video on
No driving to the workplace the office is gone
It’s a new way of living and I can’t complain
except one day I dream I’ll travel again…..and go
home, I wanna go home, home, I wanna go home, home, I wanna go home…
credits
from The Empty House Tapes Vol. 1,
released September 15, 2022
Written & recorded live by Jordie Lane at an Empty House, Nashville, TN
Mixed by Jordie Lane at Lockeland Sound, Nashville, TN, USA
Mastered by John McLaggan at Parachute Mastering, Saint John, NB, Canada
