A Crooked Line EP Lyrics

A River

Words and Music by Gileah Taylor

I don’t know why

But when this comes up

I turn my face to the wind

I set my jaw

To shut my mouth

And keep my heart inside my skin

I should be happy for us

But I’m finding it hard to breathe

I want a River to wash over me

I give it up

A thousand times

I ask God to relieve

The pressure points

And to remind

That pride is clouding me

I should be thankful for this

But I’m finding it hard to sing

I want a River to wash over me

Then sings my soul to give it up

A Crooked Line

Words and Music by Gileah Taylor

A crooked line, a crooked line

A familiar walk in a crooked time

A familiar face in a crooked world

For what you know it’s worth

You give your love in a crooked song

Life is never warm enough

But you give your heart in a beat up box

If it’s not too late it’s lost

It’s a crooked line from your heart to mine

It is not what you do

It’s how you live that defines you

It is not what you say

It’s how you live in the day to day

You have always been the one

You taught me how to truly love

You gave your heart in a beat up box

Baby, love is never lost

But it is defined by the crooked line from your heart to mine

Baby, love is defined by the crooked line from your heart to mine

You’re never far from the last hurrah

So you chase it up and down the block

In a crooked line you stumble through

A crooked line from me to you

All Of Us

Words and Music by Gileah Taylor

All of us in the mirror

Your clear voice

Her young voice

My sad voice

All of us in the background

Your clear voice

Her young voice

My sad voice

This old guitar turned me on

When I needed a new song

It found me out in the hall waiting my turn

Waiting to sing for a dozen dreams

Waiting to sing for all of us

For those who have ears to hear

For all of us the call is clear

In the mirror

In the background

The last sound was the Word

All of us in the old house

Your cotton shirt

Her twirling dress

My dusty skirt

This long road calls me home

Where will we settle down?

Circle the wagons. Husband and wives

Lift up your voices, children, sing-

While your mother plucks the strings

Lift up your voices, children, sing-

Before God the judgment brings

In the mirror

In the background

In the old house

The last sound

Was a Rising

Oh, oh, Lord

Prodigal

Words and Music by Gileah Taylor

I traveled far, far from home

Simply to find that there’s nothing there’s for me

I took my daddy’s money

And spent it on what pleased me

Everyone loved me

They kissed my dancing feet

We slept the days

And nights we roamed the streets

One night we had a feast

My friends all looked to me

When the bill came

My empty wallet sighed

Just like fools we ran

They to another man

And me to the furthest edge of town

And here my memory fails

In my shame I cried

I was bone weary and tired of my life

Decided to go home and swallow all my pride

Babe, the road back home

Seemed nearly twice as long

As when I left,

But still my feet just flew

A far off I saw my dad

My heavy heart it burned

But he ran and kissed me

Oh love I don’t deserve

Dad, I’ll get to work,

I’ll prove that I can earn

Like any other man

But he just laughed and said

“Son, I thought you dead!

You don’t know my joy to have you home!”

Grief

Words and Music by Gileah Taylor

Grief will come to everyone

To everyone

Sorrow will find every man

Every man

Come on, brother, just one more hill

We can climb it

We will make it there

Come on, sister, just one more mile

I will carry you

For a little while

I will carry you for tonight

There’s a friend for the lonely road

For the woeful heart

For the broken soul

There’s a river for the road worn feet

For the blistered hands

Holding on to grief

Joy will come in the morning