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Chasing Shadows
04:28
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I'm back on the old Hume Highway on my way home. The late afternoon sunlight's got me chasing shadows that stretch across land that could do with some rain - an old habit that brings a smile to my face. Forever observant of seasonal change, but what good it does me I can't say...
Half an hour out of the city and I'm content. I can see the Rooster Tree in the distance. Three hours in and the scenery changes, and my heart soars at the sight of the ranges, swells as wide and deep as the Weir, but with it there's always the fear that one day I'll have to let this go, and then where will I call home? Caught between love for the place I grew up, and the stories still left to be told.
Such a mix of conflicting emotions when I go home. Each bend in the road can bring either joy or sorrow. Turning into that long, dusty drive, back to the house where I've spent most my life, they're waiting outside for their son to arrive, and gather me into the warmth inside.
I think I'm wasting time worrying about when these moments will end, instead of just enjoying the time that I have left to spend.
So the next time I'm on the highway on my way home, I'll try to stay on course instead of chasing my shadow. But it's easy to say that when I'm not nearby - harder to accept from under Elliot's eye, where the view across the valley makes me want to cry. I'm not so sure that I can just let this go. Where will I call home?
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Wasted Time
03:13
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I've been let down
I've been stranded by the roadside
A dusty cloud disappearing down the road
I walked for miles tryin to find something familiar
Lucky that I had you to ease the load
And it took my wounds a little while to close
The stitches they weren't string enough to hold
When I wandered through the towns I'd been before
It just didn't feel the same
I've wasted time tryin to get my shit together
Except the wind kept blowin everything away
And I couldn't find all the pieces that were missing
What hope had I they would ever be replaced?
But I made it back to where I started from
The dust had cleared, the aches and pains were gone
When I wonder why it took me so long
I have only me to blame
Afraid that I might have left it too late
But its too early to tell
I could just sit here waiting for the next train
But I think it's time I legged it there myself
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Brendan Lloyd Melbourne, Australia
Melbourne-based singer and guitar player.
I sing loudly and strum too hard.
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