I love the minimalistic intro on this tune, with Tonya Batt's vocals dropping in effortlessly. As it slowly builds, the elements layer and tease, leading up to harmonies and finally a lush release toward the end.
"Baby won't you come on home to me," she croons, asking a question of time and space. Her plea is to another musician on tour, dealing with the simple reality of how travel affects relationships. "I hate waking up without him, by my side," she states.
For lonely mornings and late nights without a lover, Batts knows how to connect with that sad spot in the soul and offer a moment of comfort, for now.