Lyrics Next Season - Port O'Brien

Next Season

You will sleep through the snow
Wake to find everyone has left for home
Hopped a plane, flew down south
Hoped to find someone there to call your own
When you arrive, I’ll stay off your mind
Until you can find the truth
The way that I talk, the pull of the dock
All of it’s brought me down
I am lonesome
But not for you
Bake your own bread
But feed me too
The hills I long for
Are in bloom
And I am lonesome
But not for you
Use your friends for all they’re worth
Cut them off, thought everyone would follow you
And now you’re left in your room
Pray to god that everyone would follow you
Out on your own, you’ll shiver in the cold
No more money to be loaned
You can see it in my eyes, I took all your lies
And waited for you to run
I am lonesome
But not for you
Bake your own bread
But feed me too
The hills I long for
Are in bloom
And I am lonesome
But not for you
I’m not where I want to be
I have given up on you
Now I’m on my way again
But I’ll stay here for the night
Killing time until the next season
I am lonesome
But not for you
Bake your own bread
But feed me too
The hills I long for
Are in bloom
And I am lonesome
But not for you