False Banquets from Homesick by Pilgrim Kid

I am a nautical dreamer
I am a mountaintop wanderer
I am a ghost town explorer
I am a traveling preacher

My soul's submerged beneath the water
The bow is crashing on the glass
My worn hands cling to the coarse rope
The anchor clasps to the floor

I know I'm not far from home
Cause I'm not far from death
Yeah I know I'm not far from home
Cause I'm not far from death

My flesh is frozen in the snow drifts
The pines they whisper in the wind
My fingers stiffen in the winter
The clouds envelop me with weight

My feet are weary from the crossing
These buildings exhale hollow breath
My lungs are dark and filled with regret
This lifeless city always sleeps

But I know I'm not far from home
Cause I'm not far from death
Yeah I know I'm not far from home
Cause I'm not far from death

My spirit's meager from false e banquets
The taste is bitter on my tongue
My fire's slowly lost its fervor
But I can see revival brewing

Don't let the anchor hold you down
Harbor intimacy until the Wedding Feast

• Acoustic
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Oskaloosa