Called you from the side of the freeway
Snapped you a broken prairie unnamed
Scrambled off the trailway, I strained
On the rocks that pulled right loose from the rain
There are two things most frightening in small towns
Being lost and alone with your thoughts
Or being actually lost
I may be actually lost
And I’m torn between awestruck and frightened
Desperate to see you again
Or else the air is getting thin
Actually the air is getting thin
I will wait for your signal to come, and then
I’ll hear your voice again, I’ll hear your voice again
Inertia brought me out here, or allure
I’m a rapid city slowpoke on tour
And it’s safe to say I took the long road
Through grizzly-town, canyons, and roar
But you know I’m already yours
I’m no wanderer, I’m yours
I will wait for your signal to come, and then
I’ll hear your voice again, I’ll hear your voice again
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