Alone, Idly Yours

from by Ryan Doyle

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lyrics

I’ve been feeling lonely
Having found out that my house was never haunted
When I get home from work
Nothing’s ever fixed
Nothing’s stolen

It’s okay if you’re not true to me
We learned to dance at night
When the clubs let out and the sun comes up
You deserve to be alright

Alone, idly yours
An anagram for my baby twice removed
I’ve been crying in the base exchange
Can’t find the strength to go back to my room

Farthest from the alter
Farthest from the sea
I dreamed that I met Jesus and he was lonelier than me
We were figuring out the chords to “Will Your Anchor Hold”

Come and take me in your blues
Brush up against the places we were born into
I don’t mind

We can talk as if we’re adults
We can talk as if we’re strangers
And walk me home with blood on my shoes

And think of all the new ways
Our bodies will move when we are famous
I once followed him to one part of the city to another

My heart can break for someone else
Just as it breaks for you
A city with no influence and no purpose
All’s misconstrued

So alone, idly yours
An anagram for my baby, for my bride
I know how far the tide comes up
I’ve seen it with much more than just my eyes

For the rebels and their albatross
I’ve nothing left to give
A season spent in infantry
I’ve changed my mind, I wanna live

Been plugging up the holes with steel wool, babe

Come and take me in your blues
Brush up against the places we were born into
I don’t mind

We can talk as if we’re adults
We can talk as if we’re strangers
And walk me home with blood on my shoes

credits

from Last of the War Novels, released July 20, 2014

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