Gear up the van and roll closed the doors
Key in the engine, what’s left here is yours
You weigh what’s important, it’s family and friends
Stocked enough food to last without stopping again
I’m phoned in on FaceTime still on the ground
Your phone’s on the dashboard, and the sun’s setting round you
Convinced I can feel all the bumps in the road
White lines of the street pass under-toe
The desolation shows
And the new ice age rules
What the hell’s a motorcycle doing there
Among the barstools
Tee up the browser, paste in the link
Allow access to camera, and open a drink
Could you change up your background to something less drear
Imagine your favorite bar where your cracking that beer
The desolation shows
And the new ice age rules
What the hell’s a motorcycle doing there
Among the barstools
What’s up with your life trapped in your home
Would it get too real if we mourned our new lonesome year
With your face frozen your voice carries on
Wonder if I missed a joke but the convo moves on
Sneak out the back and steal through the streets
Turn down fake-Broadway, abandoned and neat
Down past the boarded up shop windows
What’s going at the Stumbling Monk?
The desolation shows
And the new ice age rules
What the hell’s a motorcycle doing there
Among the barstools
I press my face to the window
I can’t even feign to guess
What the hell’s a motorcycle doing there
Among the barstools
Recorded live at St Buryan Church, the latest from Sarah McQuaid is a showcase for the simple power of voice & guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2021