Track 3 of the album Four Lines on the Back of a Postcard · 2021
Her Voice Arrives Tomorrow Morning
“The call is across oceans and the time zones are the whole song. I kept the harp high, like a distant lantern.”
neoclassical · neoclassical · chamber ballad · 4:17
Lyrics
It's evening where I'm sitting and morning where she lives She'll ring me when the sun is up, as she always does and gives I set the phone beside me on the arm of my old chair And I practise what I'll tell her, though she'll know I wasn't there The clock moves slowly, the lamp burns low Hours between us, and I let them go Her voice arrives tomorrow morning Across the water, soft and clear A little late, without a warning And all my quiet will disappear I'll hear the kettle in her kitchen I'll hear the birds beyond her door And I'll be home for one more minute Though I'm a thousand miles from shore I've kept the house just as it was, her room beneath the stair Her coat is on the peg still, and her book is on the chair But she has made a new life where the morning comes before And I am proud and I am lonely, and I'm not asking more The clock moves slowly, the lamp burns low Hours between us, and I let them go Her voice arrives tomorrow morning Across the water, soft and clear A little late, without a warning And all my quiet will disappear I'll hear the kettle in her kitchen I'll hear the birds beyond her door And I'll be home for one more minute Though I'm a thousand miles from shore Time is a river, wide and slow We stand on banks, and we let it flow But love is a bridge that never bends It carries us home, and it never ends Her voice arrives tomorrow morning Across the water, soft and clear A little late, without a warning And all my quiet will disappear I'll hear the kettle in her kitchen I'll hear the birds beyond her door And I'll be home for one more minute Though I'm a thousand miles from shore Goodnight, my girl, and good morning too The sun is here, and the stars are, too Her voice arrives tomorrow morning And I'll be waiting, as I do