Track 8 of the live album Live at the Village Hall, Teacups Included · 2022
Hold the Line, I'm Coming Round the Bend
“A phone call from the harbour and a bus that can't go fast enough. The band swings on this one.”
xinyao · live groove · upbeat folk-pop · 3:13
Lyrics
You rang me from the harbour and you said it's been a year I said I'm on the bus line and I'll be there, never fear The window's full of fields and one wet dog A woman sharing sweets and a morning fog Hold the line, I'm coming round the bend Hold the line, I'm coming to my friend Every mile's a verse of an old song we knew Hold the line, I'm singing right to you You laugh and I can hear the kettle behind your voice The same old laugh from college days, we never had a choice We'd sit upon the steps and trade our rhymes I still know all the words, a thousand times Hold the line, I'm coming round the bend Hold the line, I'm coming to my friend Every mile's a verse of an old song we knew Hold the line, I'm singing right to you Distance is a road and a road can be crossed Nothing that we cared for is ever truly lost Put the pot on, leave the porch light low I'll be there before the evening glow The driver slows, the brakes sigh, and I see the gate You're waving with both arms and I'm not even late The phone goes quiet, but we're face to face Two old voices in a warm embrace Hold the line, I'm coming round the bend Hold the line, I'm coming to my friend Every mile's a verse of an old song we knew Hold the line, I'm singing right to you Hold the line Here I am Hold the line