[This might feel like home, 2013]
I wake up in the morning
stumble to the sink and wash my face
make myself a cup of coffee
brace myself for the day
I’m a little weary lately
less inclined to run from what runs after me
Love found me on the telephone
when I couldn’t stop crying
a gentle friend listened in silence
drove to Maroubra to sit beside me
Whatever I did it had nothing to do with me
whatever I did, love found me
Love found me one night in the breeze on the beach
walking through headlights in the neighbourhood
or sitting drinking whiskey
a few more drinks than I should
a simple meal of crackers and cheese
Whatever I did it had nothing to do with me
whatever I did, love found me
whatever I did
Love found me in Yokohama town
Holly had her feet up on the table
We were smoking cigarettes
Eric was laughing too loud
or was it me, I forget
Drinking Sho-chu, speaking hopeless Japanese
Whatever I did, it had nothing to do with me
It’s in the rain that falls so gently from the sky
on days when I don’t wanna go outside
Sneaks up the ventilation shaft and seeps into my feet
Waves at me in winter clothes from across the street
Whatever I did it had nothing to do with me
whatever I did love found me
love found me