Cul de Sac

This is it ...

Van celebrating where he is, back in Ireland (despite recording this track in NYC) having travelled far (all the way to California and the Palomar mountain range and observatory), hiding away in the studio, laying down the tracks so fresh they're still wet, with absolute freedom to drift in song. You can't fail to hear how much this all means, his impassioned vocal is among the finest he has ever laid down. Open hearted and open throated, you feel it right inside. He's gone.

In the cul de sac, so smooth

I look down

Be less sure sir

And take your rest

It's been much too long 

Since we drifted in song

Lay it down wet

In this hide away

Oh I travelled far

To the nearest star

And met Palomar, mar, mar,

And we don't care just who you know 

It's who you are

And when they all go home

Down the cobblestones

You can double back (this is it)

To a cul de sac

Oh I travelled far

The nearest star

And Mount Palomar, Palomar, Palomar, Palomar

And we don't care just who you know who you know

It's who you you really are, really are

And when they all go home

Down the cobblestones

You will double back 

To a cul de sac

You know you know you will

You will double back and not very far

To a cul de sac

You, you, you will double back

To a cul de sac

You know, you know it's not very far away

No, no, it's just a cul de sac

And you know, and you know, and you know

It's not very very far away

No, it's just a cul de sac

You're not very far away, no oh

It's not very far away

It's not as far as a country mile (you got it)

It's just a cul de sac

You got it ...