Trying to get the nerve to call an old flame. Who ain't been there before?
Crazy One-Man Freak Show
I have been writing songs for thirty years and have some real clunkers to my credit. What you will find here are the least objectionable of the lot.
I have been told I have a voice with the appeal of a room full of alarm clocks on a Monday Morning. I have a classic face for radio.
I had slowed down for a while before I ran across the Just Plain Networking songwriter's forum and got recharged by the super people there. Join us if you will at www.justplainfolks.org
I play to entertain me. If you find anything here of any interest, enjoy and welcome. If not, please send my address to someone you don't like.
Thanks and have a safe and harmonic life, Mike
Story behind the song
I had a business meeting in Atlanta and decided to call an old friend I hadn't seen in years. I made the call and ended up collaborating with her on a few songs, but it took a while to decide whether I wanted to open up an old relationship.
Lyrics
SHERATON ATLANTA
© 2005 Mike Amason
V1
I’m in the Sheraton Atlanta, sitting, staring at the phone.
If I call will she remember, or will she even know I’m gone?
Ten years seem like a long time when it’s ten years yet to go.
It’s been that long since I’ve seen her, but it doesn’t seem so long ago.
Ch1
I push the buttons without thinking, I hang up before it rings
It was so easy then to start, so why should it be so hard
To start over now again?
V2
She had always been a lady, to the good life born and bred.
I grew up a poor man’s burden with barely room to lay my head.
Even now I can’t explain it, why she thought I hung the moon.
We were star crossed kids and younger, and no one ever told love what to do.
Ch2
It’s ringing now, what if she answers? Can I still say the things I planned?
It was so easy then as lovers, so why should it be so hard
To start over now as friends?
V3
There’s nothing on a hotel ceiling to remind you where you are
Every day’s another airport, every night’s another bar
It’s just the way I’ve earned my living, the endless highway’s been my home
I’ve heard that love can move a mountain, can it ever stop a rolling stone?
Ch3
She picked it up, it’s now or never, I feel a trembling in my hand.
Lord, please give me words to start, please don’t let it be so hard
To start over now again
