A windy hill, a strip of beach,
forty people with their separate griefs,
a man that I don’t know to make a speech
You were young, and you were brave,
which doesn’t keep a person very safe.
Your sister scattered you into the waves
And you would’ve loved the bar that we went to after the wake--
All of us nursing the nagging conviction there’d been some mistake,
I didn’t know you too well
I was just there for all I could handle,
carrying all of the loss I could bear,
flowers and candles
The bus ride home, well, that was strange
And I was drunk enough to wish for rain
Someone to notice that a thing had changed
I made it back, I went to bed
And now I’m talking to you here instead
The words keep rattling around my head
The last time I saw you, me buying groceries, you in your car
It’s not that I miss you, it’s that I can’t believe that youve gone far
I just keep seeing you there
shaking the salt out of your sandals,
walking away from the beach where we left you
flowers and candles
Durham, NC singer-songwriter Skylar Gudasz makes intimate Americana delivered with dry wit and stunningly precise vocal acumen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020