I saw the lions from the mast of modest vessel. I felt the evening like a mask you couldn’t wrestle. And here come the heroes with their flags to lead the people. Here lie the cattle in the grass beneath the steeple.
What a feeling when I lose it all-- my head reeling, a slave to the call
Gone with the Lukka over near the Seething Straits. Gone, I was wary, for the seer did tell me to wait. But prophecies I doubt because I live to break the lines. All of my memories are my soul, and they are my smile.
from From Here
released November 11, 2011
Music and lyrics by Charlie Glick