Isabel, September 2007

To my wee sister. Guess what her name is.

I left home a few years ago
And didn't look back, and didn't look back
A brave little girl running off on her own
And I didn't look back, didn't look back
I never guessed all the things I could miss
On this journey that took me so far
Where I once was uncertain, I've lifted the curtain
To face all my truths with my trusty guitar

And oh, Isabel, with your sunbleached hair
You say I don't care
But oh, Isabel, what words can express
What the heart cannot say

Nobody told me how hard it would be
When you lose all your friends and the people you love
Nobody warned me how much I would lose
In my focused pursuit, my focused pursuit
I never guessed all the things I could miss
On this journey that took me so far
Where I once was uncertain, I've lifted the curtain
To face all my truths with my trusty guitar

And oh, Isabel, with your sunbleached hair
You say I don't care
But oh, Isabel, what words can express
What the heart cannot say

Our childhood bunkbed seems so long ago
And the days of our secrets are past
Your tears on the phone as you mourn my new home
Are stronger than you know

And oh, Isabel, with your sunbleached hair
You say I don't care
But oh, Isabel, what words can express
What the heart cannot say

It's a long way home
It's a long way home
It's a long way home

I'll meet you there someday