I left without warning
No gas in my tank
And nothing to wake me up
And no one to thank
And a long list of laundry that I never aired
And never will
The landscape around me
The folds of my bed
I'm sick about yesterday
Come down with dread
And my new denim jacket I use as a shield
I bought for money
Would somebody take me home?
Somebody take me home?
Oh now somebody take me home?
I'm strung out and hungry
Just riding my bike
And wondering what I should do with my life
That portal of questions
Sets me on an existential spin
Cause I have the anger
And I have the hard work
And I put in the time
I tore up the turf
But where rubber meets the road
I only know how the dogs bite the tires
Now somebody take me home!
Somebody take me home
Oh somebody take me home
Somebody take me home.
Feeding the plants
Touching your hand
I made you dinner with my paycheck from Summer
I love you so
Would I get ahead of myself?
Now somebody take me home!
Somebody take me home
Oh somebody take me home
Oh now somebody take me home
This sweet, mournful “loose concept” album from folk artist Ian McCuen tracks a journey across the bleak landscape of American life. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2022