Story Behind The Song
It's Gerry Rafferty's 'Baker Street' meets 'The wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald' on a burning oil rig
Song Description
This was recorded as a publishing demo, but I kind of like the sound we got.
Song Length |
4:00 |
Genre |
Pop - General, Country - Alternative |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Lyrics
Now that you're home
And the music?s playing,
It?s a celebration.
And people saying,
Glory be to the father.
Now that you?re home.
And it's been a year now,
Since you made your vows.
You put your hand out,
With blessings had from her father.
And made her a home.
So what do you tell her,
?bout the endless days making offshore pay?
Stay until the work is done,
Wishing you were home and the end would come
Here's a newborn child.
They say he has your eyes.
And it's way past time,
He laid eyes on his father,
Now that you're home.
And what do you tell him
?bout the nights you spend
In the north sea wind?
Saving everything you earn.
Tell?em what you saw when the whole rig burned.
* * *
Remember to tell her all the words you saved,
For this first embrace.
Tell it to her face to face.
Promise her, swear you'll never leave again.
?. Now that you?re gone ?.
©2005 W.H. Corley