From the recording String Theory

This song commemorates my time living on a gorgeous piece of land just outside of Eugene. One of my best friends, who owned the land, died unexpectedly while we lived next door to his family. This event brought the whole community together to support his family, and got me thinking about the rare value of feeling at home.

Lyrics

I wanna live where
The land can kill ya
You know that I’ll die
If I don’t get there soon
Give my regards
There’s nothing left here
Forward my mail
To Beanie Pathoon

Willamette dammit
You rolling river
Drown all my sorrows
I’ll borrow a comb
Give my regards
To one who’s left here
Tell all the boys that
I’m coming back home

There’s a house on the hill
And a dog in the meadow
And the chickens got
Loose in the garden again
And the fires burn hotter
As the autumn gets colder
And there ain’t enough water
Despite all the rain

I wanna live
Where the land can kill ya
You know that I’ll die
If I don’t get there soon
Give my regards
There’s nothing left here
Forward my mail
To Beanie Pathoon

Yeah Give my regards
There’s nothing left here
And tell all the boys I’m comin
I’m comin back home