All the colors fading into grey
Pull a string and push it all away
Right beside the Bible on the bed
A blister where you kissed her on the forehead
Tell me, how am I supposed to find The City
I remember I could see the marquee
But all the other streets were foggy
Now, how am I supposed to find The City
Sinking like the tide into the sand
Under what I think I understand
Echoes empty shell under the sun
I wonder was it thunder or a shot-gun
Bob, this is awesome. I impressed that you just cranked this out in your room, it all fits together so nicely. My girlfriend said it sounded like a signed band, and some of the best music she’s heard in a while. Keep it up, my friend.
Thanks Sean. I appreciate the feedback (and your girlfriend’s as well). My wife has been out of town for several weeks, which gives me both an aching heart (good fuel for the creative process) and free rein to make noise in the apartment till the wee hours.