Jonatha Brooke Time
[I was at a songwriting retreat when it hit me. Hospice had entered the picture
I thought I'd be so prepared for the end - there'd been so many other rescues. But I was not ready
This song came out, fully finished. Kitchen table. Midnight. Malibu.]
I don't know your name
And I can't see your face
But I know, but I know you're coming
I can hear you whisper
And I can hear you call
And I know, and I know you're coming
I'm not ready anymore
I thought I was but there's the door
I'm not ready like before
So give me just a little more time
Please don't come today
Tomorrow's not good either
'Cause I know, it'll mean forever
I'm not ready anymore
I thought I was but there's the door
I'm not ready like before
So give me just a little more time
Please don't come today
Tomorrow's not good either
