Shut the door. Leave the others to the wolves. Feed your flock.
Light a candle for the weaker ones we've lost.
You're good stock-will is gold, and you're strong enough I know,
But reports show you haven't turned a profit,
So we'll have to let you go.
And it feels like coming home.
Motorcar, familiar road.
Drive me far from here.
It feels like coming home.
Don't you let me slip into the dark again,
Starlight guide me home instead.
We don't speak, is Grandma B still proud of me?
Dammit, God, I would love to have a word.
I'm your weakest sheep. Light a candle for me.
And it feels like coming home-
On unfamiliar roads in my same old motorcar.
released November 29, 2016
"motocar" written and recorded by Elder Light.
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Jeff Leber at the noise room.
Many thanks to Jarrett Pryzgoda for his guidance/being a top notch individual.
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