Passenger from Silent Passenger by B. Francis

Over near the desk
where the Christmas tree lived
there's some dried out plans
and three flickering wicks
it's a cold and mundane Monday
and all these questions on the first days of the year
they're unresolved and floating here
they're unresolved and floating here

when will I arrive?
where does new begin?
another dragon year
and soon you're 36
so give a little gift to yourself
you can't control it now

so sigh the passenger
you know that everything will show
in all directions you will grow
it's fine, so I try to let it go

and all the ghosts
you used to know
they're all wandering still
just across the road
but soon the fog it will clear
the snow will melt
and you'll be here

so sigh the passenger
you know that everything will show
in all directions you will grow
it's fine, so I try to let it go

• Americana
• Folk
• alt-country
• alt-folk
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Highland