Sandra Mccracken Ticket Home
A record store, a familiar place
There are people all around
I'm alone here with the noise in my head
As it mingles with the stereo sound
And there's something in the melody
Of a song that I can barely hear
And it resonates, your place in me
Someplace deeper than the tears
But I have got my ticket home
This will be your last song
And there's something rising from my bones
And it calls me out of here
This regret feels like wild horses...
Rushing over me three times a day
Just when I think, I can reconcile it
I'm down again without anything to say
I dreamt I saw your face tonight
It's funny the wars we choose to fight
Like knowing something is not right
Or knowing when it is...
My love awaits at the garden gate
At the garden gate
Where the air is warm and sweet
And the flames can't turn
Where the fire has burned
So here is where I'm free.
