Home (Leave the Lights On)

Cold snap like a coiled spring
You can feel the frost coming on
We are Marigolden, dropping orange and umber
And barely holding on, just barely holding on
And now the downtown’s dolled up with tinsel and angels
Seasons sneak like hair cuts teased apart and tangled
We were praying for awhile and we took it all down
Like garland and the traffic signals
Leave the lights on
Cause it might be nighttime when I get there
When I’m on my way home
Leave the the lights on
Cause it might be nighttime when I get there
And I’m on my way home
Putting on old clothes in a new way
Putting on a pose of a new stage
Waking up every day just a little bit changed
As it breaks over us like waves
Long live beauty, short live pain
Lust for wonder, and hunger pain
Face your fears, not your shame
Cause in the end it just wears away
Leave the lights on
Cause it might be nighttime when I get there
When I’m on my way home
Leave the the lights on
Cause it might be nighttime when I get there
And I’m on my way home
I been clawing away at what’s underneath
Closer than solid ground beneath your feet
Closer even now than lips and teeth
Closer now than out of reach
And the body remembers what the mind forgets
Archives every heartbreak and cigarette
And these reset bones, they might not hold
Yeah but they might yet
Leave the lights on
Cause it might be nighttime when I get there
When I’m on my way home
Leave the the lights on
Cause it might be nighttime when I get there
And I’m on my way home
I’m on my way home
I’m on my way home