"On Your Way Home" genre: Acoustic
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	"On Your Way Home" is infused with energy, and will get your toes tapping, your hips shimmying. Pulsing Latin rhythms are shot through with blazing finger-style guitar work and percussion. Floating on top of the stellar instrumentals is a dramatic melody, complimented by haunting backing vocals.
	CD: Tidewaters   Label: Turning Red Records Credits: Tori Sparks: vocals, acoustic guitar. Steve Taff: electric guitars. Perry Nelson: drums, percussion. Alex Zacharias: bass, cello, keyboards. Produced by Tori Sparks and Perry Nelson.
	Story Behind the Song "On Your Way Home" was written in a furious fifteen minutes. It is the feeling that comes when you know that you're in over your head, and you dive in rather than try to escape it. It is the story of a lover who was incapable of change from the perspective of one who has moved on -- but is still tormented by the past. This is Love with claws and sharp teeth. The Dylan-like lyrics suggest an oedipal twist to this partiular affair . . . but we'll let you be the judge of that. The song's strength comes from its mocking treatment of the despair and frustrated desire inherent in all relationships that come to a bitter end. Lyrics I lift the coins from your eyes to pay the toll on my roundabout way As I take me back though a yellow photograph of when we were green You're dreaming big dreams with your dick in your hand See the tar see the feathers boy nothing has changed Your clothes are different your eyes are the same And you climb barbed wire to find your way On your way home, on your way home Maybe you'll stab your muse right between her eyes trying to pin her down Yeah you changed your story you wrapped her in rags Mama won't let you out the house that way You leave your face by the back door along with your daddy's shoes boy You know she'll leave the light on for you For when you come crawling yeah On your way home, on your way home Your daddy loves you Your daddy loves you I lift the coins from your eyes to pay the toll on my roundabout way As I take me back though a yellow photograph of when dreams were free You're dreaming of me with your head in the street See the cat see the cradle boy nothing has changed Your jokes are different your mouth is the same And you climb school girls to find your way On your way home, on your way home Maybe you'll stab your muse right between her big blue eyes trying to pin her down Yeah you changed your story you wrapped her in sheets Mama won't let you out the house that way You leave your face by the back door with your daddy's great big smile boy You know she'll leave the light on for you For when you come crawling yeah On your way home, on your way home

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