For Long from Seeds by Hannah Siglin

I was caught in the middle of calling it off
I had a ticket, a suitcase, and plans to be gone
When I heard a sound
The crickets were singing a song
You won’t be here long
No, nothing’s for long

I was caught in the middle of calling it wrong
I had a list with my reasons, the pros and the cons
When I heard my momma
Soothing my doubts through the phone
I’m waiting at home
No, nothing’s for long

Time knows no waiting
I won’t be mistaken
By living vicariously
Time takes no prisoners
A game with no winners
It’s up to the dreamer and me

I was caught in the middle of calling it off
I had sufficient suspicion I wouldn’t belong
When I heard a promise
Sure as the chills up my arm
You won’t be here long
No, nothing’s for long

• Americana
• Folk
• alternative folk
• neo-folk
• singer-songwriter
• Spokane