Now that I'm home from the war
I'm a changed man from before
You ask me a riddle and you tell me a rhyme
and you wonder at the distance behind my smile
There are ghost limbs hanging
they are swollen and aching
they are sounding the siren, they are calling for mercy
but nobody is watching, nobody is listening
no one can hear your calls
Now that I'm home from the war
I don't clasp my hands together no more
You talk of the order, and your faith in a plan
and all the good that will come if you believe that it can
But I don't ask God for nothing
and I am haunted by the dimming
and I am haunted by the suffering in the eyes of the dying
but nobody is watching, nobody is listening
no one can hear your calls
And I once was like you
always looking for signs
in the shapes of the water, in the colors of the sky
But now I am sure we are here all alone
there is cold air above us and there is cold ground below
And there is no blessing
there is no protecting
there is no white light shining down from above
and nobody is watching, not a soul is listening
no one can hear your calls
Now that I'm home from the war
I'm a changed man from before
The lyrics are so direct and clever, beautiful singing and guitar playing with tasty rhythms and decorations on top. So much heart, while being executed really well. Favourite song is Hours. Robert Dickson
The Alabama duo's fifth album exults in dusty Americana, showcasing rich vocal harmonies alongside blissful folk instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024