27 (Live) by Caleb Christopher Edwards

Twenty-seven years have flown right by
I hope I get a few more before I die.
All this time and no alibi
For the fear of being loved.
I'm older than my dad when he was my age
But I'm younger than the gray that's showing up on my face
And the yearn for going home is so near
So far, so long.


My hands curse my name when I play you a song
It makes it kind of hard to play the whole night long
But it's what I need to do just to right all the wrongs
And this fear of being loved.
Being born in the winter I think suits me just right
I like the bittersweet cold and the silence at night
Maybe twenty-seven years is just an intro to this song
So far, so long


In an ideal world, I'd know when I'd die.
I'd kiss all my babies and I'd say my goodbyes
I trek through the snow just the forest and I
And this fear of being loved.
I think I'd rather die alone than look you in the face
And you tell me I was loved by all the folks in this place
Some folks can't handle all the love you feel so strong
So far, so long.

Twenty-seven years I think is plenty of time
To get over all the demons named Myself and I
Cause I'm beginning to think that I should swallow my pride
And this fear of being loved.
Maybe I'm a fool and a blind one at that
For thinking that a hug is any less than that
Maybe I can learn to love all this love
So far, so long.

• Acoustic
• Bluegrass.
• Folk
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Nashville