Heirloom Songtext
von Nathan Evans Fox

Phone in my pocket
Bills on my mind
Eyes to the ground
Looking for signs
And I work for rich men
Biding our time
′Til jubilee comes

Where I come from's just a song that I sing
A good patch of earth
Sold off cheap
Fugitive minds
Wanting relief
From an unbroken chain
Of secondhand misery
Lord, if there′s forgiveness
I'll need convincing
There's any for me


A daughter in toes
Bittered and staring at road
There′s plenty to show her
′Bout all that narrowly
Can grow if you're doing your work
In your roots and your dirt
She′s sure welcome to reap
All that I sowed first
After all of these years
I hope there's a taste of its sweetness

Phone in my pocket
Bills on my mind
Eyes to the ground
Looking for signs
And I work for rich men
Biding our time
′Til jubilee comes

Family's sure family
And friends are sure friends
Life′s sure the place
Where death seems to live
And I'm sure content
Skin to skin
To show you the whole of it


The fires on the ridges
The floods on the plains
What's it mean to be born
To the end of most things?
To love something tender
And the fears it brings

This phone′s in my pocket
For whoever′s got the time
I'm waiting for news
And I′m looking for signs
While we work for rich men
Biding our time
'Til jubilee comes