HOME TO
MY SONG
It’s a long long way that we all have to go
And it’s harder than we had planned
I’d rather sit tight and take it all in
I don’t want to take a stand
CHORUS
When it feels hard, too hard to explain
When it feels hard, hard to feel safe
Safe from the world, away from it all
I go home to my song
I can sing my songs and play them loud
And pretend that I sound great
I’m the centre of the sound and the call of my soul
Likes to tempt the edge of fate
I can live in that dream where I play all day
And don’t have to go to work
Scream and shout to a catchy tune
About fear pain and hurt
CHORUS
What is going on when I pick up my guitar
And the tears roll down my face?
I gotta go to work and do my bit as a part of the human race
Check my eyes in the mirror as I drive to see if I look OK
Good morning everyone your teacher is here
There’s a lot to get through today
CHORUS
(© M Coghlan 1995)
COMMENTARY: One
day, feeling quite happy, I picked up my guitar near the front door just before I
left to go to work. Minutes later tears were flowing freely as I sang whatever
stream of conscious sounds came out. It happened more than once actually. I had
to move my guitar away from the front door to prevent it happening. It wasn’t a
sad thing – it was quite a beautiful feeling in fact. This song explores why
this happens A clash of worlds at play methinks. Other world views bubbling to
the surface unbidden.
