Quick summary: This is a song I wrote in 2010 as I sat in a rocking chair nervously waiting for the first phone call from my biological parents. The song is about the confusion surrounding identity that results from one’s (my) contemplation about adoption. The first section is the emotional roller-coaster and the second is the relief in the finding that what it has truly always been… I am now blessed with he gift of having two positive familiar realities. Of course things are complicated and then the journey becomes one of accepting things as they have turned out to be. The narrator switches often…
Come to carry us home
The youngest in me cries to the voice I cannot find
Somber in the distance synchronistically with tears
Finds newness in old voices
And time becomes the same
We have both grown old… I don’t know you
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Suggestions from a source say that things are going well
Well I’m so happy and deeply confused just the same
We sit in rocking chairs and let the moment sing
Of a time of less separetness when we were just one thing
And my tears well up oh I try to cry as my mouth distorts to laugh
And I’m sitting in a hurricane of emotions that I have
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Perhaps you’ll call… and we can say hello
I’ll ask you some questions that you may not know
If this is something name it then for I’ve looked for roots so long
I don’t know where to begin and I don’t know what to hold on to
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Love… … it’s an unseen everything
And when I see your similar face
My philosophies start to change
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I’m I a you more definite?
Are connections available to see?
I have lost myself to metaphysical
That I long to be concrete
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(long silence before shift in music)
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Young one can’t you see that you’re old enough
You have traveled the universe alone
Now they’re coming to call on you home
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Seed… you know not what you are
Are you born of the acorn tree?
And could I convince you differently?
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Oh lost… lost sure but you’re not alone
Have you forgotten that ancient trees dropped seeds in the sea
For the tides and the breeze come to carry – come to carry us home
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Where I found love
Where I found me
And a green eyed girl holding our baby
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Oh now is the time of the beginning tale
Where we say where you came from
And tell you truths that you knew all along
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Like poet
Like simple
Compassion
Like pure
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Oh I’m now the captain
Come to carry us home….
Yeah I am the captain
Come to carry us home