Days before graduation from college in 2005, I wrote this song for a friend of mine. At the age of 22, it was perhaps the only time in my life that I could belt a B in chest voice without making people run away.
When I think through the song, I imagine an Agbadza drum circle with guitars interspersed. One of the performers is singing, and other players sing along from time to time.
I must have played this song once a month for 20+ years. It has a sort of youthful energy and quizzical lyrics that I could not reproduce even a few years later.
The Suno rendition above gets the singing style right. It truncated some of the longer drum passages without a singer, but gives a sense of the feel. My dream is to find a drum circle with a few guitarists and put this together for real.
Lyrics
I said my goodbyes While an antiphonal chorus resounded before us And you, bluer than blue, hadn't the courage to tell me the right thing to do Tired of my cool and callous need Sara come home Sara come home Tired of letting others bleed Sara come home Sara come home I'm not gonna lie You were a fool to believe me a fool to deceive me And you, truer than truer Had the pretention to mention that we were not through Tired of going it alone Sara come home Sara come home Tired of living through my phone Sara come home Sara come home I packaged this song up in styrofoam peanuts and sent it to you in the mail Don't cut down the forest to see through the trees, you will not prevail The past will keep paving its trail Words haven't been heard After the last thing we said the whole world's been a blur Tired of sticking to the score Sara come home Sara come home Tired of always wanting more Sara come home Sara come home Oh Sara come home