The Right Way Home - Kirsty McGee

pockets are empty, birds on the wire

skies are all tangled with blueberry clouds

wisps of sadness all over the moon

and i’m finding the right way home…

i’ve got one foot in heaven, one foot in hell crows in the steeple and they’re

ringing that bell

going to cover you up with a blackberry moon

cos i’m finding the right way home…

i can see butterflies and they’re caught in your eyes

like a dream when there’s no to dream it

and i’m strung out tonight on this dizzy moonlight

like a word when there’s no one to mean it

night’s a liquor and the flavour’s so fine

starlight flickers like lilac wine

fireflies flip like a million moons

and i’m finding the right way home

the stars cannot fall cos they’re too big to catch

(but my heart’s only small… leave the door on the latch…)

gonna find you a sleep by the light of the moon i’m finding the right way home.

fling out the dead wood, cling onto the good

time’s gonna stop you (you knew it would)

i’m gonna sing to you sideways — rattle the moon

cos i’m finding the right way home