From the recording ALL COME HOME

Lyrics

PASSENGER / © 2010 Steve Cowan
From the All Come Home CD

I think of you in August on a Sunday afternoon
Or walking in the sand beneath an orange Mallorca moon
So much I can’t believe that you would have to go away from me so soon

I followed you in springtime to the gates of San Miguel
And met you in the plaza at the tolling of the bell
The souls of saints were stirring while the demons had another tale to tell

I was a soldier who fought a different war
Looking for something upon a distant shore

You took the ride I offered and you shouted at the sky
You warned me not to love you, and you taught me how to lie
We set our separate boundaries as we waited for the setting sun to die

I was a soldier who fought a different war
Looking for something upon a distant shore
Nobody knows what the future has in store
I never knew what I was fighting for

A man without a purpose and a girl without a name
A road without direction that we travel just the same
To find the good within us we must choose to play a final waiting game

You pan the dull horizon and you think about your fate
A passenger to nowhere with a feeling that you’re late
How easy it would be to leave it all behind to keep a certain date