Hey there silent man
Its still dark as you get out of bed
The floor creaks with your steps through my room
The air reeks of last nights perfume
Go ahead and slip back on your clothes
Ill just lay here pretending not to know
But I can feel your leaving me
Down the stairs and your ships off to sea
Im alone
Wasn't that the point of you coming over
No one's home
Cept for this conscience on my shoulder
Saying I was wrong
For making that mistake again
After so long,
I let you back in
Every time that you walk out that door
I always find myself wanting more
Deep down I know you've got nothing left to give
And Im left laying here, now that ain't no way to live
Im alone
Wasn't that the point of you coming over
No one's home
Cept for this conscience on my shoulder
Saying I was wrong
For making that mistake again
After so long,
I let you back in
Hey there silent man
Its still dark as you get out of bed
The floor creaks with your steps through my room
The air reeks of last nights perfume
This album speaks to the continuum of African diasporic culture that is central to the vibrant canon of Americana folk music. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 29, 2020
Durham, NC singer-songwriter Skylar Gudasz makes intimate Americana delivered with dry wit and stunningly precise vocal acumen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020