Wide were his eyes when we did open the foyer door. I was alive then, breathing, hoping and reaching towards some strange new anomaly both heaven-sent and hell-bent: that I should live to see this day. The sun’s going down, your grandson is on his way, and I know you’ll be happier soon. Light in her eyes when she first noticed the ocean view. Love in her arms and broken glass down the avenue. You travelled from distant lands and brought along the weather, it lately has been better. It seems that wherever you sing the Levanter whistles in tune. I was awake and I heard you leaving. I was hoping you were on your way home. Do you think you’ll ever return? You’ve bricks in your bag and tar on your heels, but don’t carry your mother’s doubt. The further we go, the smaller the world gets, we realize we’ve always been home.
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020