Music: Brian Guidry, Lyrics: Rob Allen
My unauthorized lark, riffing on Brian's lovely Assignment 6.
Hold out that torch, right on the porch, while I Turn my head where you lay. You look that way, night turns to day, we gotta Hear what the light's tryna say (We gotta) Do what we know, we gotta Let it all flow, we gotta Let it all go where we roam. Left in the dust, it all turns to rust, I'm tryna say I'm comin home Hold out our thoughts, the smile that we caught was our Last time around on this ride. Fighting the tide, things that we hide, we can't Fear what the light's tryna say (We just) Do what we know, we gotta Let it all flow, we gotta Turn it all loose in the foam. Write in the dust, or it all turns to rust, I'm tryna say I'm comin home One time Take time Lose time to Our ways. This time Make time Give time where We lay. (We can) Do what we know, we gotta Let it all flow, we gotta Let it all go while we roam. Left in the dust, it all turns to rust, I'm tryna say I'm comin home, I'm comin home I'm comin home, I'm comin home