The Suitcase from Skipping Stone by Ange Boxall

The Suitcase

We’ve had some good times
Had some crazy times, too
Talking and laughing
Are the best things that we do

I lent you my ears
And we sang a sweet tune
But I cannot carry
Your suitcase for you

Pack up your bag
Stay strong and be true
The path you are on
Is not built for us two

Go on, look ahead
With a map that we drew
But I cannot carry
Your suitcase for you

INSTRUMENTAL

There’s sadness in my heart
Yet a weight off the mind
The suitcase is heavy
Filled with games of every kind

Some inspire, some intrigue,
Some are misconstrued
And I cannot carry
Your suitcase for you

For I have my own
That sits in the corner
Quietly waiting
To sometimes spill over

A reminder to myself
What has made me strong
And now I’ve stopped running
I want to walk on, and walk free
Without having to carry
That suitcase with me

INSTRUMENTAL

See, it’ not just fair-weather
Only day, only night
It’s the darkness of trouble
When I need the light

So, I’ll hand you a torch
If you need help getting through
But I cannot carry
Your suitcase for you

• Americana
• Country
• Folk Rock Country
• Tasmanian
• alt-country
• country pop
• folk pop
• folk rock
• folk rock pop
• folk-pop
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• Australia