You may remember that last week's song was sung through the "hot knives and broken glass" of a cold with which I had found myself suddenly afflicted. I had hoped for a quick turnaround on that particular ailment, but apparently that was never the virus' intention. I'm still fighting off the dregs, and as such I only allowed myself one vocal take this week. Actually, I recorded the whole song in one take, with only one microphone. Said microphone happened to be the one on my phone, because I was far too weak to turn on a computer.
Though this entry is perhaps earnestly off-key due to illness and haste, it has a sweetness and tenderness that cannot be feigned. To set out to find a home with your love means to arrive at home wherever you wind up. I think that's what I meant to say here.
lyrics
It's lighting the way out
It's lighting the way out
It's lighting the way out
And soon we'll see
Soon we'll see what's out there
You're lighting the way home
You're lighting the way home
You're lighting the way home
And this I've known
I've always known that you'd be there