Your mother’s heart
you broke
when you swore you’d never
move back home,
and you still wont,
but that don’t
stop the thought
that you could find a way
to make peace with God and Family,
that your identity is a curable disease.
You can’t
choose your roots
everytime you change your clothes.
In the end,
it’s still a dirt road
leading to a tree lined horizon
and a house upon a hill,
out where them stars burn
like it’s the end of the world.
Straight from the sky to your heart,
a fire in the dark.
It’s a life I left,
I thought I’d never want it back,
but now I can’t help but try
to make my way towards what might have been.
I’ve been gone,
but I’m returning.
I admit that I was wrong.
I just can’t say it to your face,
but be sure that in the night
I’m making moves.
And I’ll do my best
to pretend that it’s just
on the way,
but in the morning
I’ll be closer
to you.
Margo Price's latest album tackles loss, failure, and freedom over lush pop, psychedelic country, and rock arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2023