I tried to fly, I missed the ground
Snapped a branch of pine, road an eagle south
I made a bond, I cast a spell
Pulled on the hilt, started raising hell
I fought and I lost every battle that I found
I was hurting, I was shaking
Tallied scars and crossed them out
Try as I might in the proudest game
I'm going back the way I came
I won't be missed, I won't be chased
There ain't room for me, someone take my place
Or that's how I thought, alone at home
Until I played the message on my phone
It was a call to arms, help us, save us now
Didn't know what I believed in, but I'm not fighting for myself
Lack of a cause made me run in shame
I'm going back the way I came
Smart-wheel skateboard back, I pinged a van
Hoped a mag-lev train to a Zeppelin pad
Down south to war, or down the drain
Fletcher in my hand, cross-hairs on my brain
Slide down my eyelids, they're as steady as my hands
I had fled from a daydream and come back with a plan
If I survive, be true my aim
I'm going back the way I came
Wrong or I'm right, we're all dust ingrained
I'm going back the way I came
I'm going back the way I came
I'm going back the way I came
I'm going back the way I came
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