Six hours ago you said good-bye at the airport
Now there’s nobody waiting when she steps off the plane
She picks up her bag, gets a bus at the corner
Rides another three hours through the cold autumn rain
Chorus
Some things don’t change, some things don’t ever end
You say you’re through, then you go back again
You give up all the ground that you’ve won
For this dull ache that you can count on
She’s gone to the one who speaks in tongues like the angels
Who’ll make her believe in the mysterious divine
Who’ll turn out to be another sleight-of-hand shyster
She falls for the same tricks every time
Chorus
She never expects it, but it’s what always happens
Kindness turns cruel, devotion turns mean
And soon she will call you, all damaged and broken
With excuses for why things were not as they seemed
Chorus
You’re not the first of her fast friends drunk on her misery
Not the last one left shaking, strung out on her pain
You’re not the only one swearing when she calls you won’t answer
You’re just one more backslider caught out in the rain
Hiss Golden Messenger transforms from a solo songwriter to a full-band on a record benefiting Durham Public Schools. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2020
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