Sun, why don’t you shine down my alley?
I’ve watched your light
pass me right by.
From 2:12 to 5:00,
from 8th Street to 9th,
Sun, why don’t you shine down my alley?
There’s a neon sign in the shape of Texas,
where surely you’ve been burning up the range,
but I’m stuck in Illinois,
outside a bar hunting coins,
with a forecast that’s full of nothing but rain.
Sun, why don’t you come down and blind me?
I’ve watched your light
pass me too many times.
There’s ice in July,
my frostbitten insides
Sun, why don’t you come down and shine?
From my empty beer box bed,
I cross my heart and bow my head,
Tomorrow, Lord,
Please send that Sun down my alley.
Margo Price's latest album tackles loss, failure, and freedom over lush pop, psychedelic country, and rock arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2023