Track 5 of the EP The Quiet Hands · 2014
The Road Shimmers Like a Held Breath
“A hot road, a dead radio and nothing to do but remember. The strings shimmer more than they play.”
neoclassical · neoclassical · ambient orchestral · 3:54
Lyrics
The windows are down and the radio's gone The asphalt is dancing, the horizon's withdrawn A heat haze is lifting the far hills away Like the memory of water on a very long day My father drove this road in a summer like this With his elbow out and a song he'd miss I'm bringing his watch to a town I don't know Where the people he loved had no reason to go The road shimmers like a held breath Waiting for the rain to come Every mile is a slow remembering Of who I was and where I'm from The road shimmers like a held breath And I carry on, carry on A roadside stall with a handwritten sign Cold water, one coin, and the shade is fine The woman who sells it says, you've come far I say, not as far as the light of a star There's a storm on the edge of the map I can taste it in the dust Whatever the day has been holding back It will break, as it must The road shimmers like a held breath Waiting for the rain to come Every mile is a slow remembering Of who I was and where I'm from The road shimmers like a held breath And I carry on, carry on Carry on Carry on Let the rain come