We Are Home (Live at Home)

by Thomas Dalton

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released July 17, 2017

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Track Name: 13,000 Acres
The sun is coming out, the birds are all singing from their towers.
The dew is springing up, I shouldn't be, early morning workshop hours.
And we will never lose this house,
I will make some money by spring.
And you and I sing, "We wanna keep our things."
There's thirteen thousand acres,
Thirteen thousand acres for you and me.

Left rigging up above, digging going on beneath the earth.
Tunnel with the groundlings, digging for this moment since our birth.
And we will never leave this earth,
We are tethered ever-groundbound.
And you and I shout, "We wanna stick around."
There's thirteen thousand acres,
Thirteen thousand acres for us now.
Yeah!

A shell becomes a house, a house becomes a home we own,
And there's bills to be owed and taxes, you know that
The only thing you own is your love and this moment alone.

The sun is getting high, birds are getting quieter,
The world is getting louder and I listen to the choir of the day.
There's thirteen thousand acres,
Thirteen thousand acres in the way.

Taking weekdays off, the men are all drilling in the town.
The quietness of love, no one around here to fuss when we get loud.
And we will never lose this house,
I will make some money somehow.
And you and I shout, "We wanna stick around."
There's thirteen thousand acres,
Thirteen thousand acres for us now.
There's thirteen thousand acres,
Thirteen thousand acres for us now.
Yeah!
Track Name: We Are Home, Part I
Don't pack your clothes,
Keep on believing.
Things reach the floor,
Things reach the ceiling.
We could use some more
Things not worth needing:
More money, fewer bills, my honey,
Hope to god we don't get ill.

We don't need a map,
We don't need a road to know
We are home.

We don't need a road
Known to computers.
We drive to the post,
Lifelong commuters.

Do you wanna go? No!
I say to you it won't be so.
More money, fewer bills, my honey,
Is not the way the river flows.

We don't need a map,
We don't need a road to know
We are home.

Some people do.
We don't.
Some people do.
We don't. No! / Know!

Don't pack your clothes,
Don't stop believing.
Even if we leave these doors,
Always, we are always home.

We don't need a map,
We don't need a road to know
We are home.
We are home.
Track Name: We Are Home, Part II
Be it a might be,
I will work until it's likely.
Be it a might be,
I will fight the mighty impossibilities.
Anchored here by family,
Anchored here by court order.
In a pen, then, I will soar within my borders.
And I will try to be the best thing.
I will try to be lasting...for you and me.
Oh, you and me.

Be it a maybe,
I will see it for you, baby.
Even lately our money disagrees.
You can take me anywhere you wanna be
For you and me.
Oh, you and me.

If you wonder, will I up and go?
Listen to the songs I sing of hope
Hold on to the songs I sing and know:
We are
Home!
Home!

Be it a not quite,
I will work another off-night
In the soft light and dream of when I'll sleep.
And it's oft' like peace is right outside our reach
For you and me.
Oh, you and me.

In the after, if I have to go,
Listen to the songs I sing of hope.
Hold on to the songs I sing and know:
We are
Home!
Home!
Home!

In a slow down, if time is up then I will go down.
And abruptly, as leaving from the scene
And this old town, every town, another coal town,
Next to a coal town,
Next to a ghost town
For you and me.
Oh, you and me.

In the after, if I have to go,
Listen to the songs I sing of hope.
Hold on to the songs I sing and know:
We are
Home!
Home!
Home!
Track Name: Indian Pipes
We are the inside kids.
We do the inside things:
Eating and sleeping and watching things on TV.

We are the inside kids.
We live the inside years.
Anything you can do outside we can do better
In here.

We are the inside kids.
We never need our shoes.
Inside forever or outside, I know we choose...

We are the inside kids.
We never go too long.
We visit my parents, your dad, but not your mom.

I get so high,
I get so low.
I work so much,
Yeah, you don't know why...

We are the inside kids.

I get so high,
I get so low.
I work so much,
Yeah, you don't know why...

We are the inside kids.
We do the inside time.
Anything you can do outside, we can do better
In here.
Track Name: Snowed in for Life
[Here in / Herein / Hearing] all this white,
Doesn't make a sound.
We're snowed in for life.
A hundred days by now.
Maybe two or three,
Can never really tell.
Will it reach the roof?
Will it freeze the well?

We're snowed in for good.
Seven days by now.
We never go to town,
We don't bathe like we should.

Couldn't get higher,
The telephone wires have had enough.
And you wake me up.
You wake me up.
Shoveling out.
You wake me up.

[Here in / Herein / Hearing] all this white,
Hear the kids or wife.
Never have to guess--
The only humans left.
I stare at my shoes,
I wonder what they're for.
Will it reach the roof?
Will it freeze the door?

Couldn't get higher,
The telephone wires have had enough.
And you wake me up.
You wake me up.
Shoveling out.
You wake me up.

I will be here for you;
I can only be here for you.
I am frozen for you.
It's not a metaphor.
Shoveling out!
Track Name: You Can Always Go Back Home
Pull in to a rest stop;
You can always go back home.
Don't let the rest stop you;
You can always go back home.

Weary from the wheeling,
Feeling tired, tread upon, or worn.
Set upon by winter weather storms.

You aint lost, you can wander like fingers on a map
Anywhere on the globe, go your way.
You aint lost til you leave the milky way.
I never wanna go.
You can roam,
You can always go back home.
You can always go back home

If you have a hometown,
Whether wilted, whether thorn or rose,
Or flowering for now,
But a ghost town when the plant will close.

You aint lost, you can wander like fingers on a map
Anywhere on the globe, go your way
You aint lost til you leave the milky way.
I never wanna go.
You can roam,
You can always go back home
Track Name: Waiting on Spring
The Pennsylvania forest
Was woven like a Rainsong guitar.
Paul Simon can have Graceland;
I am staying far north,
Home of my birth and divorce.

Course I don't remember either anymore,
But friends will remind me about them.
I stay more for future than the past,
I stay for I know I'll never last
Away from mountains, and

Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, and Kentucky.
I guess I admit that we got lucky.

The Pennsylvania forest,
For voyagers and foragers alike.
Foresters, encouragers of life.

And in between the trees you see
Trailer parks and parks and factories.
Lying dormant seeds of long-dead dreams.

Course I don't believe in leaving anymore,
But people remind me it happens.
I stay more for future than the past,
I stay for I know I'll never last
Away from mountains, and

Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, and Kentucky.
I guess I admit that we got lucky.

This is my town,
It's a coal town
Like many old towns in this state.
This is my town,
Not yet a ghost town.
And you can get out
If you don't wanna stay.
I have my say,
I'm here today / to stay

Philadelphia, Pittsburgh, and Kentucky
I guess I admit that we got lucky
Track Name: Luna Moth Colony
One week in 2013, we had a Luna Moth colony.
Pretty luck year, pretty for me;
Luna Moth colony.

They don't have mouths to tell each other how they feel
or eat that sweet nectar from a field, or eat at all

And I'm glad that we're not Luna Moths,
I'm glad that we say what we feel.
I liked the time that they were here,
But seven days is pretty unfair,
Seven days is pretty unfair.

I think of the moss, here a hundred years,
I think of the trees, here a hundred more,
I think of the seagrass, here before the trees,
And then you and me.

I'm glad that you are not a tree,
I'm glad we're not the oldest things.
I liked the time they were here,
But seven days is pretty unfair,
Seven days is pretty unfair.

And I walked to my workshop, they were right there.
The window, our washroom, they were right there.
Walk off with me after, we were right there.
Our parents watch over, we were right there.

I'm glad that we're not Luna Moths,
I'm glad that we say what we feel.
I liked the time that they were here,
But seven days is pretty unfair,
Seven days is pretty unfair.
Track Name: Bankrupt for Love
When we get free of this debt,
You and me, we're gonna forget the things they tried to get.
And there'll be no regret,
Not paying them back,
They'll be fine. And you and I will.

I will go bankrupt for love.
I will throw my pride under a bus.

And to my credit, I chose my kids over my creditors
And now I have no credit.
And I would bet, it only gets worse, or will it?

I will go bankrupt for love.
I will throw my pride under a bus.
I will go bankrupt for love.
I will throw my pride in a bag in the river.

I will go bankrupt for love.
I will throw my pride under a bus.
I will go bankrupt for love.
I will throw my pride in a bag in the river.

I will go bankrupt.
Track Name: I Would Burn Down Anything (Acre Empire)
I look out my acre empire, and survey the fire.
And Nero's not as bad as you believe,
Sure, he killed, but that is not unique at all for leaders.
And I kill my songs,
One last call to sing along.
And my instruments with it:
Let it go, I don't give a shit.
You put down the matches and take my hand.
Arise from the ashes and try again.
I would burn down anything if it means you would love me.
I would burn down anything if it means you would love me again.
Track Name: You('re Coming Home)
I've been waiting like a corpse flower,
or the faithful wait for Jesus
To breach the earth or piece the sky,
Praying for the moment we reach inflorescence, why?
You're coming back home.
You're coming home.

I've been waiting like a songwriter,
Tired of the metaphors,
ready to scream out loud.
I wanna shout!

You are...
You are you;
You're the best thing I can think of.
You are...
You are you.
Not a potion, not a flower,
Not the power of the ocean,
You!
You're coming home!

I've been waiting like a baby something,
finally emerging, ready to scream out loud.
I wanna shout!

You are...
You are you;
You're the best thing I can think of.
You are...
You are you.
Not a potion, not a flower,
Not the power of the ocean,
You!
You're coming home!
You're coming home.
Track Name: We're Headed Out
We're headed out.
It's our last drive out of here now.
We're headed out.

You can like it.
I will always like it.
You can like this place a lot.

I will note, it sometimes feels subtropical, yeah.
I will note interesting flora.

We're headed out.
We're headed out.
Maybe twenty miles south.
We're headed out.
At least not to Florida.

We're headed out.
We're headed out.
Maybe twenty miles south.
We're headed out.