Traveller - The Weather Station

I felt just like a traveler as I went walking up my street

Every building so familiar but it’s like I never seen em

There’s the same rows of houses, row on row

I felt just like a stranger as I set my key in the door, and lingered

Standing there on the porch

Little flecks on the brick, where the paint did not stick, I never could paint

in the lines

I felt just like a tourist, seeing it all for the first time

Like a guest

Unsure of what I might find

I set down my boots where he would hang up his suits and I brushed the snow

from my coat, to the skin I was soaked

I felt just like a traveller, my eyes open wide

Like a stranger, uncertain and shy

Everybody’s so well meaning, everybody’s been so kind

Called to see if I been eating, wondered when to come by

You should have called somebody before it ever came to this

You should have called somebody

I wish… I wish you’d called me