Here When Gone

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Performances (58)

I am a woman haunted by hands even though I'm alone 
Traces of Palm across my skin 
An invisible map of where you've been 
It's dry road to Idaho a thirsty tongue across the land 
And soil so dry it could swallow an entire man 
Took the first road out of town hoping you were just skin deep 
But I feel you like some sort of phantom limb 
Beside me when I sleep

Cause you are here when gone 
You are here when gone 
You are here when gone 
You are here when gone

I watch another grey day unfold its dusty wings 
Sometimes I wish I were more like rocks and stones and things 
Sometimes I wish my heart were not like flowers at all 
That way I would not get butterflies when you call

Your absence undermines the landscape 
Incomplete without your body like a pillar holding up the sky 
My body thirsty for your touch 
There's no use wondering why

Cause you are here when gone 
You're here when gone 
You are here when gone 
Here when gone

And some birds abandon the nest 
Cause the instinct is too strong to fly 
Sometimes I feel like abandoning 
My guitar and my books and I'm afraid that I know why 
I'm afraid that I know why

Cause you are here when gone 
You're here when gone 
You are here when gone 
You're here when gone 
You are here 
You are here 
You are here 
You are here when gone

Oh, your kiss lingers on my lips 
It lingers

Here When Gone
Written byJewel
AlbumsPicking Up the Pieces, 2015
Length4:44

Flower of Life
“This song was never completed until a couple years ago. I was never happy with it. And even then I wasn’t sure until I got in the studio and figured out this dramatically improved arrangement. Thanks to the chemistry between these musicians and I, this song has finally found its place. The poetry and lyric is very unique to my style of writing. I don't recall hearing anything quite like it before, as it transitions from a sort of haunting groove to a shuffle swing.” Picking Up the Pieces Press Release

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