Day after Thanksgiving
and you're trembling in your childhood bed
grass pokes through snow outside
your heart is cracking,
are you bleeding to death?
Helpless, why can't I do more than throw
another plaid blanket
ov'er your shaking, bare shoulder?
You never saw this coming, no, but
whoever can?
We think we are immune
see ourselves above
the faults that fall to others, oh
your love is strong
but it's crumbling now, you're crying
good-bye
it looks like we're not immune
And we're using up the world's oil
and we got no ready plans
we drive to work, toss plastic bags
and grow and cook our food with petroleum
the fat we burn at the gym each week
could one day soon be our saving grace
but who doesn't grow up thinking that
our lives will never really change?
But we are not immune
a twig on evolution's tree
the pumps may dry, as food grows scarce
and oceans rise, as wars reign fierce
we could end as we began
struggling to survive
no, we are not immune
But it's a snowy, sleepy morning
and we're together, safe inside
we strum guitars, a walk in the woods
eat leftover pies, the air tastes good
and I know it sounds crazy,
but I think some day
that the good in us all will be revealed
and we needn't tremble, when we see
we're not immune
We know we're not immune
yes, we'll die someday
the future can't be guaranteed
there will be times
when we'll be in need
but fear's no way to be living
so let's hope with open eyes
and give thanks for today
credits
from What I'm From,
released January 9, 2010
Recorded and mixed by Matt Gordon
Written and performed by Rachel Byron-Law
The Icelandic songwriter packs her stunning debut with sweeping melodies delivered via intimate, folky arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2023