
Laura Tuthall
From Here (2014)
I’ll sing it from the mountaintops
without leaving bed
I like to think those canyon walls
can feel me echo from here
it is the saddest part
to wait for the rain
in a windowless room
I’ll tell you of
my other love
on wings in “the great, wide somewhere”
once we were the same
a face without a name or melody
now we go north and south
with no turn signs
I keep telling my friends
they’ve got time
they should spend it on themselves
and go out in the fields
like the wind does
get the hell out of here
while you can
I’ll tell you of
my other love
amiss in this "great, wide somewhere”
only if you knew
the things that she could do
in Neverland
I meet here there in dreams
to say goodbye
so I keep telling my friends
they’ve got time
they should spend it on themselves
and go out in the storm
before sunset
inhale as much air
as you can stand
I’ll sing it from the mountaintops
without leaving bed
I like to think those canyon walls
can feel me echo from here
it is the saddest part
to wait for the rain
in a windowless room
I keep telling myself
“you’ve got time
you can change it if you try”
but the last of my paper thin skin
is stuck in the sheets like sand
you get the hell out of here
if you can