The Vintage Caravan
Last Day Of Light
Unknowing I go on
Surrounded by all
Or so it seems anyway
My fall will not be here
Or anywhere
My most treasured possession
A part of me left behind
Panic grabs me, pulls me close
Whispers in my ear
I’ll never let go
Can anybody hear me?
Or am I all alone?
Destined to roam
In this hell of a home
Portraits on oil upon the wall
Save me from desperation
Crystal clear, I see the light
But it isn’t here
It’s not anywhere
Reel me in, I come alive
Illuminates my eyes
Can it be, I feel the fear
And so it becomes clear
It’s here everywhere
Can anybody hear me?
Or am I all alone?
Destined to roam
I look back
I look back thinking
I look back
I look back thinking
That this was the last day of light
Can anybody hear me?
Or am I all alone?
Destined to roam
In this hell of a home