Carry Me Home

by Lizzy Easley

Genre: Folk/Acoustic

Lyrics

Little girl
In her satin black dress
Sitting down
Waiting for the world
To pass her by
But it just slows down
She looks around
She’s got nowhere to go

We like to laugh together
But we all cry alone
Life is a delicate feather
That’s waiting to be blown
So I’ll let the wind
Carry me home

She turns to me
With a hand on her face
I see it there
The sadness in her eyes
Yet it springs
From her self-destruction
I look away
From my own reflection

We like to laugh together
But we all cry alone
Life is a delicate feather
That’s waiting to be blown
So I’ll let the wind
Carry me home

I don’t know where I’m going
So I’ll just sit back
And I’ll let the wind
Carry me home