Lunch - Stella Donnelly

Cracking my neck in the consulate line

While a homesick American flag’s hanging by in the fluorescent light

Up close I see how they stitched on the stars and stripes

If I were honest and if you were brave

You’d ask me your question and stay for the answer

I like the way that you tell all your tales

Would it kill you to listen?

And I get homesick before I go away

I get homesick before I go away, away

Green origami, needles and grapes

You cry like an army, you drive like P-plates

There is much to be said for the way that you brake

When a red light’s in front of you

You ask me to give you my world and a day

We’ll do this together we’ve got years to waste

You’ve got plots and persuasions and time to explain

But I’ve only got time for lunch

And I get homesick before I go away

I get homesick before I go away

Before I go away

Before I go away