Erin Ash Sullivan - Baltimore

Baltimore

She says that Baltimore water tastes sweetest
She should know, with all the journeys she’s had
Well the taps in New York poured it spicy and dark
But the atmosphere wasn’t half bad
In San Francisco it shimmered like sunlight
And in Boston it froze into glass
With an unnerving knack of reflecting her back
With a question too loaded to ask

Who’ll hold my hand
Who’s going to guard the door
Who’s going to know my name
If I go back to Baltimore

She’s thinks that taking it slow might be smartest
And she should know, with all the lives that she’s lived
For the souls that are hard she’ll just wear down their guard
And hope they forget and forgive
Cause it’s the loved ones that take it the hardest
When the actors stop reading their lines
When there’s a twist in the plot whether they like it or not
All along they’ve been seeing the signs

Who’ll hold my hand
Who’s going to guard the door
Who’s going to know my name
When I go back to Baltimore

No words can prepare her
No map show her which way to go
She’s got to go against the current
Trust the steel in her arms and row

She says tomorrow the road will be smoother
She should know, with all the heartaches she’s borne
When that door slams at last she’ll put paid to the past
And move forward renewed and reborn

Who’ll hold my hand
Who’s going to guard the door
Who’s going to know my name
When I go back to Baltimore