Next Season - Port O'Brien

You will sleep through the snow

Wake to find everyone has left for home

Hopped a plane, flew down south

Hoped to find someone there to call your own

When you arrive, I’ll stay off your mind

Until you can find the truth

The way that I talk, the pull of the dock

All of it’s brought me down

I am lonesome

But not for you

Bake your own bread

But feed me too

The hills I long for

Are in bloom

And I am lonesome

But not for you

Use your friends for all they’re worth

Cut them off, thought everyone would follow you

And now you’re left in your room

Pray to god that everyone would follow you

Out on your own, you’ll shiver in the cold

No more money to be loaned

You can see it in my eyes, I took all your lies

And waited for you to run

I am lonesome

But not for you

Bake your own bread

But feed me too

The hills I long for

Are in bloom

And I am lonesome

But not for you

I’m not where I want to be

I have given up on you

Now I’m on my way again

But I’ll stay here for the night

Killing time until the next season

I am lonesome

But not for you

Bake your own bread

But feed me too

The hills I long for

Are in bloom

And I am lonesome

But not for you