Embers from Loggerheads by Stu Daly

I rise with the sun, I get my bed made.
A bus to a train that takes me the rest of the way.
These days you can cross an ocean as easy as opening a door.
Oh, I know, it’s harder on your own I’m trying to figure it out.

I think as I work, and work all I can.
Am I only worth what I can make with my hands?
And why do I choose to do things that take me so far from you?
But oh, I know, it’s harder on your own I’m trying to figure it out.

I’m always coming home to the sound of your voice.
And when I see you now, we’ve so much to talk about.

I wake on the floor, bleary and tired.
I wipe my eyes and watch you smoke by the fire.
I can feel you pull the room in with each drag of your cigarette.
At once I know, I never want to be alone, and the fire burns out.

I’m always coming home to the sound of your voice.
And when I see you now, we’ve so much to talk about.

Just my luck, the world is waking up.
The wheels are turning, breaking free of rust.
We don’t save the embers of the day. I’ll be gone long before you wake.

But I’m always coming home to the sound of your voice.
And when I see you now, we’ve so much to talk about.

• Blues
• Folk
• Punk
• Soul
• Dublin