Song | The Arrival |
Artist | Zack Hemsey |
Album | Empty Room |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Verse 1: | |
He left work for a 2-week leave | |
Overdue for some rest indeed | |
Heading north to a place upstream | |
Where his wife and his son now waited to receive | |
One quiet home deep in retreat | |
Where nobody would know where to reach | |
It was oh so sweet | |
But imposition of warfare would hit square and turn off delight | |
And the shock had a force to invite | |
Such a fear that would drive him to flight | |
Cuz it turned out his wife wasn’t safe on this night | |
A fear that would cause him to pause | |
And to pull from his draw his Benelli M4 | |
And to haul in his jeep full floor | |
With a vengeful jaw on an end life score | |
But before he could settle this he was bedeviled and blown | |
By the way she’d hung up the phone | |
Her last words now a drone | |
They had him feeling just oh so cold | |
We are not alone | |
We are not alone | |
Verse 2: | |
And when it hits you get hit with it | |
And when it breaks you get broke with it | |
And when it lights you explode in it | |
And when it goes you just loathe in it | |
This is what you call an upheaval | |
Something like a nightmare’s equal | |
But he had the presence of mind | |
To reject thought lines of heroic retrieval | |
Cuz he heard the panic in her tone | |
And he felt the weight of unknown | |
He sensed their helplessness | |
In the best defense called the local patrol | |
And dispatch arranged for a probe | |
Meanwhile he tried redial on the phone | |
About 4 hours till he showed | |
Rushed into the house to find no one was home | |
Verse 3: | |
Full search ensues | |
Up and down stairs through every room | |
A lay of the grounds brought views without vehicles or shoes | |
He was quite confused | |
No evidence of forced entry | |
No signs of struggle, there’s no sign of trouble | |
He refused to accept this | |
He would attempt connections | |
No, the search resumes | |
If no footprints then he knew | |
Entry had to be gained from the chimney’s flue | |
From the rooftop and trees he drew | |
A path to the woods, now he left to pursue | |
30 acres till the river brought it through | |
With this much land he’d need a plane or a few | |
Well the Feds made it two and the search party grew | |
But nothing ever did yield any clues | |
That was 10 years ago | |
10 years of no rest and nowhere to go | |
For 10 years he prayed it a ruse | |
10 years of theories, no truth | |
We are not alone |
Verse 1: | |
He left work for a 2week leave | |
Overdue for some rest indeed | |
Heading north to a place upstream | |
Where his wife and his son now waited to receive | |
One quiet home deep in retreat | |
Where nobody would know where to reach | |
It was oh so sweet | |
But imposition of warfare would hit square and turn off delight | |
And the shock had a force to invite | |
Such a fear that would drive him to flight | |
Cuz it turned out his wife wasn' t safe on this night | |
A fear that would cause him to pause | |
And to pull from his draw his Benelli M4 | |
And to haul in his jeep full floor | |
With a vengeful jaw on an end life score | |
But before he could settle this he was bedeviled and blown | |
By the way she' d hung up the phone | |
Her last words now a drone | |
They had him feeling just oh so cold | |
We are not alone | |
We are not alone | |
Verse 2: | |
And when it hits you get hit with it | |
And when it breaks you get broke with it | |
And when it lights you explode in it | |
And when it goes you just loathe in it | |
This is what you call an upheaval | |
Something like a nightmare' s equal | |
But he had the presence of mind | |
To reject thought lines of heroic retrieval | |
Cuz he heard the panic in her tone | |
And he felt the weight of unknown | |
He sensed their helplessness | |
In the best defense called the local patrol | |
And dispatch arranged for a probe | |
Meanwhile he tried redial on the phone | |
About 4 hours till he showed | |
Rushed into the house to find no one was home | |
Verse 3: | |
Full search ensues | |
Up and down stairs through every room | |
A lay of the grounds brought views without vehicles or shoes | |
He was quite confused | |
No evidence of forced entry | |
No signs of struggle, there' s no sign of trouble | |
He refused to accept this | |
He would attempt connections | |
No, the search resumes | |
If no footprints then he knew | |
Entry had to be gained from the chimney' s flue | |
From the rooftop and trees he drew | |
A path to the woods, now he left to pursue | |
30 acres till the river brought it through | |
With this much land he' d need a plane or a few | |
Well the Feds made it two and the search party grew | |
But nothing ever did yield any clues | |
That was 10 years ago | |
10 years of no rest and nowhere to go | |
For 10 years he prayed it a ruse | |
10 years of theories, no truth | |
We are not alone |
Verse 1: | |
He left work for a 2week leave | |
Overdue for some rest indeed | |
Heading north to a place upstream | |
Where his wife and his son now waited to receive | |
One quiet home deep in retreat | |
Where nobody would know where to reach | |
It was oh so sweet | |
But imposition of warfare would hit square and turn off delight | |
And the shock had a force to invite | |
Such a fear that would drive him to flight | |
Cuz it turned out his wife wasn' t safe on this night | |
A fear that would cause him to pause | |
And to pull from his draw his Benelli M4 | |
And to haul in his jeep full floor | |
With a vengeful jaw on an end life score | |
But before he could settle this he was bedeviled and blown | |
By the way she' d hung up the phone | |
Her last words now a drone | |
They had him feeling just oh so cold | |
We are not alone | |
We are not alone | |
Verse 2: | |
And when it hits you get hit with it | |
And when it breaks you get broke with it | |
And when it lights you explode in it | |
And when it goes you just loathe in it | |
This is what you call an upheaval | |
Something like a nightmare' s equal | |
But he had the presence of mind | |
To reject thought lines of heroic retrieval | |
Cuz he heard the panic in her tone | |
And he felt the weight of unknown | |
He sensed their helplessness | |
In the best defense called the local patrol | |
And dispatch arranged for a probe | |
Meanwhile he tried redial on the phone | |
About 4 hours till he showed | |
Rushed into the house to find no one was home | |
Verse 3: | |
Full search ensues | |
Up and down stairs through every room | |
A lay of the grounds brought views without vehicles or shoes | |
He was quite confused | |
No evidence of forced entry | |
No signs of struggle, there' s no sign of trouble | |
He refused to accept this | |
He would attempt connections | |
No, the search resumes | |
If no footprints then he knew | |
Entry had to be gained from the chimney' s flue | |
From the rooftop and trees he drew | |
A path to the woods, now he left to pursue | |
30 acres till the river brought it through | |
With this much land he' d need a plane or a few | |
Well the Feds made it two and the search party grew | |
But nothing ever did yield any clues | |
That was 10 years ago | |
10 years of no rest and nowhere to go | |
For 10 years he prayed it a ruse | |
10 years of theories, no truth | |
We are not alone |