Thorn from Golden Hour by Caitlin Canty

I like getting lost / I’ll keep wandering off / how I love an open road / gonna get outta dodge / every chance I’ve got / you know how I long to go / you’re the thorn in my traveling bone / you make it so hard to go / I don’t mind kicking back / I’ll throw my feet up and relax / cozy up let time mosey by / but I just can’t unfix my gaze / from that always drifting place / where land touches sky / you’re the stone in this old suitcase / you make me want to stay / when every road starts to look the same / and faces blend with normal names / and all I crave is that one and I could watch the lines grow on his face / you’re the stone in this old suitcase / you make it so hard to go away / you’re the thorn in my traveling bone / there’s nothing quite like coming home

• Acoustic
• Americana
• Country
• Folk
• singer-songwriter
• Danby