Wishing Chair: Music and Lyrics

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COPERNICUS c. 2001 Outlaw Hill Music BMI Words and music by Kiya Heartwood

Middle class,

middle south,

middle child.

I ran the fields and woods.

I was the only girl for miles.

I claim my tomboy roots with a twisted pride.

You see I am here

and I survived.

 

Brownie snapshots,

Argus slides.

The cookouts and the campouts.

Mother's hair piled high or dyed.

and there's my father.

His tie's too loud or wide.

He's got his hair slicked back,

the Raybans on,

singing a Hank Williams song.

"Hey good looking."

 

Then I see it.

My brother's there

with his helmet on his knee,

seated next to me.

We are always posed

side by side.

Don't you know

the camera never lies?

 

In every picture

Father's focused on his face.

Always on his face,

always on his face.

I am framed

to the left or right,

out of focus,

out of sight.

CHORUS:

Ooh, just out of the light .

Ooh, just out of the light.

He only sees one.

Everything revolves around the sun.

 

My brother's gone now.

He's on the other side .

Sometimes I have the guilt

of the one who didn't die.

My father spent his last years

crying for his son.

Now he's gone to join him,

left me here to carry on.

But that's okay

Yes, that's alright.

I claim my own family.

I claim my own right.

I'll be a candle in the darkness

burning just as bright,

burning just as bright.

 

CHORUS: Just inside the light.....

 

Middle class,

middle south,

middle child.