Homebird
Foy Vance Lyrics

The orange was the size of a watermelon to me
My memories of childhood are vivid and distorted by the passage of time, exaggerating the size of fruit and other details.

Well at least that is my memory
I recognize that my memory may not be accurate, but it's the only way I can recall my childhood experiences.

Sunshine made my bare feet burn upon the road
As a child, I was carefree and unburdened, enjoying the simple pleasures of walking barefoot in the sun even if it caused some discomfort.

Far away we'd roam
My family and I would travel together to places far from home, exploring new sights and sounds, and creating cherished memories.

I'd be howlin' out a song in the back seat
In the car, I would sing and make noise without a care in the world, enjoying the freedom of childhood and being surrounded by loved ones.

The boys would laugh and tease about my black feet
My siblings and friends would poke fun at my dirty feet from walking barefoot or playing outside, but it was all in good fun and added to the memories we shared.

They'd tell stories that would warm my soul
During our travels, my companions would share stories that touched my heart and made me feel connected to them and the world around me.

Motorbikes and chrome
As a child, I was fascinated by the roaring engines and shiny surfaces of motorcycles, which represented adventure and freedom to me.

Jimmy could not wait to get home
Amidst all the excitement and adventure, my brother Jimmy looked forward to the comfort and familiarity of home, as it provided him solace and a sense of belonging.

Homebird sing
This phrase serves as an invocation to the spirit of home and belonging, setting the tone for the rest of the song.

Fly me high on an angel's wing
The singer seeks to be elevated and transported by the power of music and the memory of home, carried aloft on the wings of a spiritual messenger.

Leave out nothing tell me everything
The artist desires a complete and honest revelation of what home means to them and how it shapes their memories and identity, holding nothing back.

Everywhere we went just looked the same to me
Despite the many places we visited, they all felt the same and lacked distinction in my young mind, as all I cared about was being with my family and having fun.

The skies were blue and the grass was green
The natural world around me was beautiful and wondrous, and I took it for granted at the time, only appreciating it in retrospect.

I wonder how different I might see them now
As I look back on my childhood, I wonder how my perspective has changed and how I would view the world and my memories if I were to experience them anew as an adult.

Yet I see them somehow
Although my memories may be fuzzy and inaccurate, I still hold them dear and can conjure them up in my mind's eye, recalling the warmth and joy of those times.

Through the fallen memories when that angel baby sings
Amidst the fragmented and imperfect nature of my memories, there are moments of clarity and beauty, evoked by the music and singing of a spiritual being.

Oh the little magic that his solo brings
The power of music and storytelling can exert a magical influence on us, stirring our souls and transporting us to another place and time.

Making up songs and words and singin from the soul
The act of creating music and telling stories is an integral part of the human experience, channeling the deep emotions that reside within us and expressing them in creative ways.

Oh the stories told
Our memories and experiences are shaped by the stories we tell ourselves and others, imbuing them with meaning and significance.

None but him and Jimmy could know
Certain memories and experiences are shared only by a select few, and bind us together in unique ways, creating bonds that transcend time and distance.