to Norah Jones, "The Long Way Home"

There’s someone talking to me in the background, but I’m only trying to move. Trying to follow some lights and street lights and head lights. There may not be a light on when I get there, but lord I’m sorry I always take the long way home

It’s not that I am hesitant, or disillusioned. The handful of rain propels me, carries me back your way. I love you sweet baby but I will always take the long way home.

Although you may be miles away, shifting and twisting in your own reality and I am shifting in mine. I love you darling if I could, I’d take the short way home.

Seems like the money has left, a long time ago, but I remember so many instances of carrying on no matter. Whichever, however, I don’t care whatever, I will spend the time and money, I will follow you through the long way home.

See us scream like an angel, a demon, something seeking attention. It is natural and I find it all the time. I care and I love, we move and we fly, shift and fall through the long way home.


And for a picture a little skewed....