Long Walk Home - FOLK HOGAN

Long Walk Home

It was a long walk home
From your plot and stone
Each of us now, in the gloam
I’m left to travel on my own

For years we sat upon our a throne
Drinking singing with all we’ve known
In the thick of a fog, but never alone
Our lives the only thing we owned

We felt like we were buried alive
And living alone, and it’s a long walk home

Our thoughts were ink our words were prose
All life’s a song to compose
When day would come our fears arose
Afraid of our own shadows

And so we sought to cover our tracks
Mask our madness with golden plaques
Could not withstand the impact
And so you slipped right through the cracks

You picked up a bottle and went to town
Drank until you drown
With no one there to see
You fell to misery

It was a long walk home
From your plot and stone
Each of us now, in the gloam
I’m left to travel on my own

Your hands crossed upon your chest
The soil rich, dark & blessed
That you would go, no one had guessed
May you find peace now that you’ve left

We felt like we were buried alive
And living alone, and it’s a long walk home

The gravedigger waves, he says:
“No soul is saved”
So I pick up my bottle and I’m on my way

We felt like we were buried alive
And living alone, and it’s a long walk home
It’s a long walk home.

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