The Distance of Time
from Far Away From Any Place Called Home by Joanna Wallfisch
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lyrics
His body moved like a restless breeze
They could hear him through the floor
His skin was hot against the cold white sheets,
He couldn’t sleep no more.
It was 4am past the witching hour,
Shadows fell against the wall
From the neon light at the all night diner,
And the rain began to fall
Far away from any place called home,
Far away from any place.
Three days south on the ocean road
He had walked a hundred miles,
In the summer heat, on the sleepless streets
He’d rest a little while.
She saw him there, just a silhouette,
He was talking to the wind,
His hair was dry, his feet were wet,
And there were diamonds on his skin,
He was far away from any place called home.
Far away from any place called home.
She crossed the street where his shadow fell,
Picked it up, gave it to him,
An ageless face on a nameless man
Who was simply walking,
Between the ground and the open sky
She asked where he was from,
In a breath he told her all he knew
In the next he was gone
Far away from any place called home….
Far away from any place called home… (repeat)
Now in the twilight hour, in her quiet room,
In her mind she spoke to him,
He could hear her voice on the open road
Like the sea was whispering.
His body moved like a restless breeze
Passing through an empty space,
He went to sleep on a city beach
With the moonlight on his face
Far away from any place.
They could hear him through the floor
His skin was hot against the cold white sheets,
He couldn’t sleep no more.
It was 4am past the witching hour,
Shadows fell against the wall
From the neon light at the all night diner,
And the rain began to fall
Far away from any place called home,
Far away from any place.
Three days south on the ocean road
He had walked a hundred miles,
In the summer heat, on the sleepless streets
He’d rest a little while.
She saw him there, just a silhouette,
He was talking to the wind,
His hair was dry, his feet were wet,
And there were diamonds on his skin,
He was far away from any place called home.
Far away from any place called home.
She crossed the street where his shadow fell,
Picked it up, gave it to him,
An ageless face on a nameless man
Who was simply walking,
Between the ground and the open sky
She asked where he was from,
In a breath he told her all he knew
In the next he was gone
Far away from any place called home….
Far away from any place called home… (repeat)
Now in the twilight hour, in her quiet room,
In her mind she spoke to him,
He could hear her voice on the open road
Like the sea was whispering.
His body moved like a restless breeze
Passing through an empty space,
He went to sleep on a city beach
With the moonlight on his face
Far away from any place.
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from Far Away From Any Place Called Home,
released April 1, 2019
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Joanna Wallfisch Los Angeles, California
“Ushering you into a magical sound world… at once boldly individual and sublimely subtle”
★★★★ Jazzwise
Magazine
“When Joanna is on stage one can do nothing but pay attention” ★★★★Downbeat
“Wallfisch combines the intimate purview of a singer-songwriter with the technical liberties of a jazz improviser” The Boston Globe
“Wallfisch creates crystalline, inquisitive music” Wall Street Journal
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Aug 2012
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