Rebekah Pulley

Lyrics

NEXT OF KIN
(music and lyrics by Rebekah Pulley)

A half moon lit a southern sky over some small town
Where you knew you didn't want to die
It lit your heart up like a wildfire
Rekindled some long lost friend you once knew as desire
Long into the night it raged
Like a poet filling every page
Maybe tonight

You'll write a letter to your next of kin
To tell them you won't be coming home again
Or you could call them on a telephone
And tell them tonight they'll be laying there alone
And it may be cold out there where they lie
But when the sun rises they'll know why

There you are beneath the brightest star
Like a child with his hand inside a candy jar
You said, here's one for you and three for me
And I'm sorry if this isn't what you thought it would be
But we've all got our destiny
And we've all got someplace we'd rather be
But maybe tonight

You'll write a letter to your next of kin
To tell them you won't be coming home again
Or you could call them on a telephone
And tell them tonight they'll be laying there alone
And it may be cold out there where they lie
But when the sun rises they'll know why

Maybe tonight

You'll write a letter to your next of kin
To tell them you won't be coming home again
Or you could put some change in a telephone
And tell them tonight they'll be laying there alone

Or we could wait around for you in a crowded room
For the second coming of a cosmic boom
Or we could walk out of that room into the street
And meet the pavement with soles of our feet

And it may be cold out there where they lie
But when the sun rises we'll know why

We'll know why