Mission Hill from Wares by Wares

Meet me where
you know me best-
sidewalks stained
with cigarette spit,
the saints were here,
this ground is blessed-
it's good to be back home.

It's been so long
I've been away,
all my life
it's been the same:
I look to where I stand
and say
'where else can we go?'

I know you know the feeling well
we're all sometimes
forced to pretend
so keen to stay
on promised land
until the day we die.

I know you know
how bad it was
to leave you there,
it said as much
in your letter-
but that's all over now.

Now,
what's the first thing
you can think to do?

Close your eyes.
What's the first thing?
Tell me the truth.

Thoughts will wander
far and wide,
I wonder
would you be surprised
that after all I still recall
those faded little scars?

Rendevous,
sweet secret thrills,
sunset,
climbing,
force of will,
nights so high
on Mission Hill,
staring at the stars-

You fell so far
you couldn't hear
my voice as I cried out,

the rocks tore up your arm
sweet gravity,
it beat you down.

So now I'm dying just to be here
friend of mine,
it's good to see you
still alive, biding time,
getting by
like I remember.
(x2)

How long (x2)
until we forget, (x2)
forget about it?
(x3)

• Experimental
• Rock
• indie
• indie rock
• noise rock
• power pop
• sunshine rock
• Edmonton