Home from White Flag by Brother Wild

i left in what feels like a thousand years ago
exploring all desire in the stones that i could throw
hurling them one after another, just hoping one would land
but everyone an empty promise leaving nothing in my hand

when over the flight of noisy sounds
comes a voice that i can recognize
it's time my son, you've run too long,
won't you come and rest again tonight
you are home, you are home

selfishness is my best trait yet
the lies i believed i now regret
only the best for me with no thought for someone else
this life is death with no one but myself

when over the flight of noisy sounds
comes a voice that i can recognize
it's time my son, you've had your run,
won't you come and rest again tonight
you are home, you are home

i'm tired of running scared,
so alone and so displaced
is there anybody there
to bring me home safe

• Rock
• Southern Rock
• alt-country
• ambient
• ambient rock
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Boulder