The First State
Mountains march like ants to the south, to the sea... and great plains like plates, blank slates; I'll be free. Jet plane, can't you fly any faster now? I've left behind a part of me, but I move past her now.
Hey, I'm coming back to you.
In between the urban glow you rest your bones beneath green hills, and to your east the river flows; to its end I'll drink my fill. I'll savor you one last time, because before I know, I'll be gone again... No one knows you, no one loves you like I do, my old friend.
from From Here
released November 11, 2011
Music and Lyrics by Charlie Glick