Track 8 of the album The Kitchen Radio Knows All the Words · 2022
Arrivals, Gate Door Sliding Open
“The board flips and your flight is landed, but not through. I hold my breath with the strings.”
art song · art song · cinematic ballad · 4:18
Lyrics
The board flips over, one more name Your flight is landed, still not through I hold a paper sign I made With nothing written, only you The doors slide open, close again A stranger's suitcase, someone's son I count the footsteps in the hall And every one is not the one My heart is practising your face Before it's even in this place Slide open, slide open, let the morning through Let the long night's distance walk back into view I have waited in the lamplight, I have waited in the hum Slide open, slide open, love, and let my traveller come A tired child asleep on a shoulder A bouquet wilting in a hand A woman laughing into a phone We all are waiting, understand My heart is practising your face Before it's even in this place Slide open, slide open, let the morning through Let the long night's distance walk back into view I have waited in the lamplight, I have waited in the hum Slide open, slide open, love, and let my traveller come And there, between the strangers A coat I know, a walk I know The whole wide hall goes quiet And the sign falls soft and slow Slide open, slide open, you are walking into view Every mile that parted us is folded into two No more waiting in the lamplight, no more waiting in the hum Slide open, slide open, love, my traveller has come My traveller has come