Wrong Number (Carly)

from Fourth Strike Song Jam 2021 by Fourth Strike Records

Wrong Number by Carly House Phone (phonehouse.bandcamp.com) additional vocals by Henry, Max, Raph, MQ, Alian, Kate, Jace, Louisa, Ras, Klaude, Neil, Sci-Fi, and Amadis.

Contributors

    i saw a psychic
    and she told me
    you were coming home soon
    
    and i believed her
    cause i cannot stand
    another faithless
    day down by the river
    while i wait and wait for you
    
    i saw your mother
    and god help me
    but i bit down on my tongue
    
    even hopes a bitter drink
    and i dont know what you’d think
    of where i get hope from and
    and you got that from your childhood home
    
    don’t you ask me
    where the rolling river goes
    cause i dont know
    and i do not want to know
    
    saw a numerologist
    and asked him to read
    seconds of my life
    
    asked where god would find me
    why faith never dignifies me
    and how far as im aware of time
    im seconds off im never quite aligned
    
    i saw him frown
    i saw him pray for me without the nerve
    to speak the words
    
    and i went right back to the river
    and i tried to bathe it off
    and i tried to be a baptist
    but im still just seconds off
    
    don’t you ask me
    where the rolling river goes
    cause i dont know
    and i do not want to know
    
    so i saw the undertaker
    fingers with all rings
    of many stones and gold
    
    tried to turn my pockets out
    sent pennies falling graceless
    to the ground i saw it cross her then
    it wouldnt be enough to bring you home
    
    and im a saint now
    im the patron of all
    beatup dawn commutes
    
    and i think faith’s for those with healthy homesteads
    rosarys and rings of gold when
    youve got nothing left
    there is no food of faith just
    pennies in your hand
    
    don’t you ask me
    where the rolling river goes
    cause i dont know
    and i do not want to know
    
    i go back to the river
    and i dont think it means
    anything at all
    
    ive been witherd bone-deep
    i keep heckling your ghost see
    i give everything ive left and let it sink
    and now theres nothing but to drink
    
    deep from my open palms
    and pray in time that summer calls me down
    
    and i let it revive me
    let the river crucify me
    i let everybody in and i let
    everybody see me as i am
    
    and i will see your loving face again
    i will see your loving face again
    mercy, i gave you all that i had left
    i will raise you from the river bed
    
    don’t you ask me
    where the rolling river goes
    cause i dont know
    and i do not want to know