From the recording A Songwriter's Odyssey
Written by Trinelise Væring
Produced by John Raham and Trinelise Væring
Trinelise Væring - acoustic guitar, vocals
Scott Smith - pedal steel, electric guitar
Chris Gestrin - Hammond organ
Darren Parris - electric bass
John Raham - drums
Lyrics
The Call
You’re drifting away
Slowly but slowly letting go
You can’t hold it together
You’re at the end of your tether
I know
And here I am writing a song
It’s taken me days, I’m still not done
I can’t seem to get it together
We’re on the phone more than ever
Although
I’m dreading your calls
They only remind me how small
You are all skin and bone
Sitting alone in that chair
That I should be there
When we go for a ride you and I
These days we don’t drive by the old house
Living there is a new young family
Different children climbing the old birch tree
We drive up the coast, park the car
Keeping the conversation light
Watching the sunset together
I think, this this the last time ever?
I’m dreading the call
Some young nurse recounting your fall
You’d been all alone
Reached for the phone
Fell from your chair
And I wasn’t there
And now that you’re on your way
Slowly but slowly letting go
I’m at the end of my tether
I just can’t hold it together
And I’m missing you calls
The sound of your voice
How you always loved me to bits
Me and the kids
We’re finally here
We’re finally here
