My (very rough) cover of this epic song by Billie Eilish

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No Time To Die || Cover by Maggie Mendenhall

When I was sixteen, my family left everything we owned behind, packed up tents and essentials on an open trailer, and drove West.

We were seeking a healthy place for my mother to live, because she has an extreme sensitivity to mold, to the point where even the invisible spores make her ill. So, we went west where it was drier. We flitted around the west, living in tents, trying to find a suitable home, and when we had exhausted looking in an area, we'd move on.

This song describes when we first left and drove to Denver Colorado. We were still new to camping and quickly discovered that there were many unanticipated difficulties. All of the campgrounds in the area were full because they were "first come first serve", so our first couple of nights were spent in the backyard of one of my mom's Facebook friends that we had never met. Despite the difficulties we already faced, at this point we still had a lot of hope for better things. "Tents are just our temporary home" was fully believed by all of us. Little did we know that we would spend the next years almost entirely STILL in tents. But at that point, there was still "hope out here".

This song is very much a **ROUGH DRAFT**! It was recorded on my phone, and the spoken parts especially are very experimental. But I would really love to complete it and the entire album someday, to use music to tell the story of the two-year journey that played a major role in shaping who I am today.

L Y R I C S
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Long roads, far from home
hopeless and alone,
sunlight-- moon bright;
driving deep into the night.

Mile high, city in the sky,
there's no place for our heads to lie,
backyard-- sky of stars;
where will we go tomorrow?

(Spoken)
The campgrounds are full.
People actually go outside here apparently...
Oh well, we'll get a campsite tomorrow.

Pack up, mountains roam,
blue skies-- winding roads;
campsite, hold on tight!
it's windy way up high.

(Spoken)
Make sure you don't forget to put the rainfly on--
we learned that the hard way!

(Chorus)
There is hope out here,
home is out here,
we'll be happy out here.

(Spoken)
Well, washing dishes takes ALL day,
and you can say goodbye to clean clothes-- EVER.
But I wouldn't take back
a single day.

Hopeful for better things;
health, joy, and a home--
we won't always roam,
tents are just a temporary home.

(Chorus)
There is hope out here
home is out here
we'll be happy out here.
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