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All the songs progressed in various stages, but this was the last song that we began work on. Pete nailed the drums in a couple of takes, having never heard the song at all and, as always with me, working with very vague suggestions. And then there's the Wurlitzer. O, great electric keyboard god, bless this instrument with which you have graced us, and placed in the capable hands of Johnny C.! Damn, but I love that thing.

That's me playing my father's melodica on the solo. Who knew when he bought it years ago in his youthful jazz days it'd end up here?

Paul - vocals, guitar, melodica
Rob Gal - guitar, bass
John Cerreta - wurlitzer
Pete McDade - drums

She's headed south with debts left to pay
and just one tired line to get by
I'll never make this last stand in time
and she'll come on down
See the path she has left behind

I'm falling back a little too slow
and I'm sure she can see it's a lie
Maybe I never wanted to fight
as she comes on down
As the toll climbs
maybe I'm not at home
but I left a key for her to find
and a note
'welcome home, love'

How many years did it take just to find me?
And the face that you left me to see only serves to remind me
that each time you speak I forget what to say
But the signs line the streets of this familiar parade
and each one repeats that you get what you pay

She's laid the trap so well even I could see it
Dead sure I know that there's one way out
As the smoke rises
up above the horizon
I've learned enough to lay down
and take what comes
Welcome home, love