Jason Michael Carroll - Hurry Home

The longest journey a man will take is the eighteen inches between his head and his heart.

A woman, too.

Country Music has a song for that. A lot of songs for that. If you peel away the pickup trucks and fishing and cans of Skoal, you find music for grown-ups.

Loss is something that everyone experiences. Sometimes - if you're lucky - what's lost is found. Who was lost is found.

Jason Michael Carroll is one of a new generation of Country singer-songwriters - like Chris Young - who describe the journey of loss, and maybe redemption. For those tired of a steady diet of Rock 'n' Roll rebellion, it's about what happens after the rebellion, when you realize the cost of foolish pride.




Hurry Home (Songwriters: Zane Williams)

He's been sitting by the phone since she left
But it's time for work and he just can't be late
So he grabs his old guitar and he plays a couple bars on the machine
And then he softly sings

It doesn't matter what you've done I still love you
It doesn't matter where you've been you can still come home
And honey if it's you we've got a lot of making up to do
And I can't hug you on the phone, so hurry home

Well, the message light was blinking when he got back
It was an old friend calling 'cause he just heard the news
He said man, I hope you find her
If I see her I'll remind her that her dad is worried and want her to know

It doesn't matter what you've done I still love you
It doesn't matter where you've been you can still come home
And honey if it's you we've got a lot of making up to do
And I can't hug you on the phone so hurry home

Well, the days dragged by without a word from her
And it looked like she might not be coming back
People said man, don't you think it's time to take that old message off
He said no, you never know when she might call

She was just outside a bar in New York City
Her so-called friends had left her all alone
She was scared he wouldn't want her
But she dialed up that old number and let it ring
And then she heard him sing

It doesn't matter what you've done I still love you
It doesn't matter where you've been you can still come home
And honey if it's you we've got a lot of making up to do
And I can't hug you on the phone so hurry home

He walked in just in time to hear her say
Dad, I'm on my way

UPDATE 17 October 2009 22:47: Misspelling corrected. It was Skoal, not Copenhagen, at least when I was a young buck. Thanks to Doubletrouble for pointing it out.