Track 2 of the EP Radio Low, Dishes Drying · 2018
Nine Hours Ahead
by Wren Hallett
“I wrote this for a friend who moved to the other side of the world. I held the phone with both hands for every call, and it's in the song.”
singer-songwriter · bedroom folk · long-distance ballad · 3:23
Lyrics
It's morning there and midnight here I'm holding the phone with both my hands Your voice is crackling through the wire Like rain on a tin roof, somewhere far You tell me what the sky looks like I tell you what the kettle said We talk about nothing, everything Till the time is nearly gone I'm nine hours behind and I'm right beside you When your voice comes in through the dark Every mile is a thread I'm winding Back to the place you are Nine hours ahead, nine hours ahead Save me a little of the day I set an alarm for half past four Just to catch you before you leave You laugh and say that I'm ridiculous I'd be ridiculous for free There's a day on the calendar circled in pencil Not so far now, not so far I'll step off the train with my coat half-buttoned And you'll know me by my smile I'm nine hours behind and I'm right beside you When your voice comes in through the dark Every mile is a thread I'm winding Back to the place you are Nine hours ahead, nine hours ahead Save me a little of the day Goodnight, good morning, whichever it is Say it again, say it slow Goodnight, good morning, I'll hold on to this Until I'm home