| Song | The Arrival |
| Artist | Zack Hemsey |
| Album | Empty Room |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Verse 1: | |
| He left work for a 2-week leave | |
| Overdue for some rest indeed | |
| Heading north to a place upstream | |
| Where his wife and his son now waited to receive | |
| One quiet home deep in retreat | |
| Where nobody would know where to reach | |
| It was oh so sweet | |
| But imposition of warfare would hit square and turn off delight | |
| And the shock had a force to invite | |
| Such a fear that would drive him to flight | |
| Cuz it turned out his wife wasn’t safe on this night | |
| A fear that would cause him to pause | |
| And to pull from his draw his Benelli M4 | |
| And to haul in his jeep full floor | |
| With a vengeful jaw on an end life score | |
| But before he could settle this he was bedeviled and blown | |
| By the way she’d hung up the phone | |
| Her last words now a drone | |
| They had him feeling just oh so cold | |
| We are not alone | |
| We are not alone | |
| Verse 2: | |
| And when it hits you get hit with it | |
| And when it breaks you get broke with it | |
| And when it lights you explode in it | |
| And when it goes you just loathe in it | |
| This is what you call an upheaval | |
| Something like a nightmare’s equal | |
| But he had the presence of mind | |
| To reject thought lines of heroic retrieval | |
| Cuz he heard the panic in her tone | |
| And he felt the weight of unknown | |
| He sensed their helplessness | |
| In the best defense called the local patrol | |
| And dispatch arranged for a probe | |
| Meanwhile he tried redial on the phone | |
| About 4 hours till he showed | |
| Rushed into the house to find no one was home | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Full search ensues | |
| Up and down stairs through every room | |
| A lay of the grounds brought views without vehicles or shoes | |
| He was quite confused | |
| No evidence of forced entry | |
| No signs of struggle, there’s no sign of trouble | |
| He refused to accept this | |
| He would attempt connections | |
| No, the search resumes | |
| If no footprints then he knew | |
| Entry had to be gained from the chimney’s flue | |
| From the rooftop and trees he drew | |
| A path to the woods, now he left to pursue | |
| 30 acres till the river brought it through | |
| With this much land he’d need a plane or a few | |
| Well the Feds made it two and the search party grew | |
| But nothing ever did yield any clues | |
| That was 10 years ago | |
| 10 years of no rest and nowhere to go | |
| For 10 years he prayed it a ruse | |
| 10 years of theories, no truth | |
| We are not alone |
| Verse 1: | |
| He left work for a 2week leave | |
| Overdue for some rest indeed | |
| Heading north to a place upstream | |
| Where his wife and his son now waited to receive | |
| One quiet home deep in retreat | |
| Where nobody would know where to reach | |
| It was oh so sweet | |
| But imposition of warfare would hit square and turn off delight | |
| And the shock had a force to invite | |
| Such a fear that would drive him to flight | |
| Cuz it turned out his wife wasn' t safe on this night | |
| A fear that would cause him to pause | |
| And to pull from his draw his Benelli M4 | |
| And to haul in his jeep full floor | |
| With a vengeful jaw on an end life score | |
| But before he could settle this he was bedeviled and blown | |
| By the way she' d hung up the phone | |
| Her last words now a drone | |
| They had him feeling just oh so cold | |
| We are not alone | |
| We are not alone | |
| Verse 2: | |
| And when it hits you get hit with it | |
| And when it breaks you get broke with it | |
| And when it lights you explode in it | |
| And when it goes you just loathe in it | |
| This is what you call an upheaval | |
| Something like a nightmare' s equal | |
| But he had the presence of mind | |
| To reject thought lines of heroic retrieval | |
| Cuz he heard the panic in her tone | |
| And he felt the weight of unknown | |
| He sensed their helplessness | |
| In the best defense called the local patrol | |
| And dispatch arranged for a probe | |
| Meanwhile he tried redial on the phone | |
| About 4 hours till he showed | |
| Rushed into the house to find no one was home | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Full search ensues | |
| Up and down stairs through every room | |
| A lay of the grounds brought views without vehicles or shoes | |
| He was quite confused | |
| No evidence of forced entry | |
| No signs of struggle, there' s no sign of trouble | |
| He refused to accept this | |
| He would attempt connections | |
| No, the search resumes | |
| If no footprints then he knew | |
| Entry had to be gained from the chimney' s flue | |
| From the rooftop and trees he drew | |
| A path to the woods, now he left to pursue | |
| 30 acres till the river brought it through | |
| With this much land he' d need a plane or a few | |
| Well the Feds made it two and the search party grew | |
| But nothing ever did yield any clues | |
| That was 10 years ago | |
| 10 years of no rest and nowhere to go | |
| For 10 years he prayed it a ruse | |
| 10 years of theories, no truth | |
| We are not alone |
| Verse 1: | |
| He left work for a 2week leave | |
| Overdue for some rest indeed | |
| Heading north to a place upstream | |
| Where his wife and his son now waited to receive | |
| One quiet home deep in retreat | |
| Where nobody would know where to reach | |
| It was oh so sweet | |
| But imposition of warfare would hit square and turn off delight | |
| And the shock had a force to invite | |
| Such a fear that would drive him to flight | |
| Cuz it turned out his wife wasn' t safe on this night | |
| A fear that would cause him to pause | |
| And to pull from his draw his Benelli M4 | |
| And to haul in his jeep full floor | |
| With a vengeful jaw on an end life score | |
| But before he could settle this he was bedeviled and blown | |
| By the way she' d hung up the phone | |
| Her last words now a drone | |
| They had him feeling just oh so cold | |
| We are not alone | |
| We are not alone | |
| Verse 2: | |
| And when it hits you get hit with it | |
| And when it breaks you get broke with it | |
| And when it lights you explode in it | |
| And when it goes you just loathe in it | |
| This is what you call an upheaval | |
| Something like a nightmare' s equal | |
| But he had the presence of mind | |
| To reject thought lines of heroic retrieval | |
| Cuz he heard the panic in her tone | |
| And he felt the weight of unknown | |
| He sensed their helplessness | |
| In the best defense called the local patrol | |
| And dispatch arranged for a probe | |
| Meanwhile he tried redial on the phone | |
| About 4 hours till he showed | |
| Rushed into the house to find no one was home | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Full search ensues | |
| Up and down stairs through every room | |
| A lay of the grounds brought views without vehicles or shoes | |
| He was quite confused | |
| No evidence of forced entry | |
| No signs of struggle, there' s no sign of trouble | |
| He refused to accept this | |
| He would attempt connections | |
| No, the search resumes | |
| If no footprints then he knew | |
| Entry had to be gained from the chimney' s flue | |
| From the rooftop and trees he drew | |
| A path to the woods, now he left to pursue | |
| 30 acres till the river brought it through | |
| With this much land he' d need a plane or a few | |
| Well the Feds made it two and the search party grew | |
| But nothing ever did yield any clues | |
| That was 10 years ago | |
| 10 years of no rest and nowhere to go | |
| For 10 years he prayed it a ruse | |
| 10 years of theories, no truth | |
| We are not alone |