A song carved out of a peice of prose by Ted Bryson, edited and supplemented with music by Dai Crowther.
Could Have Been V1 The hotel was old and fading, cracked paint and shuttered windows The light outside was failing, the walls were washed in shadows The front desk greet was chilly the floors were worn and dirty The hermit at the counter, handed me the key to thirty Chorus And I stepped into a history Of people with no ministry Only broken dreams and mysteries of what… could have been V2 The stories in these walls Tell about the thieves of lives Stolen scenes of memories full of emptiness and lies I drifted off to sleep and dreamt About others just like me Rendezvousing in this tenement And I knew what I would see Chorus As I stepped into the history Of people with no ministry Only broken dreams and mysteries of what… could have been Bridge I don't suppose I'll ever know their names Their faces are the strangers that I see But I know their shallow joys, their deepest shames Reflected, in the mystery of me Chorus When I stepped into the history Of people with no ministry Only broken dreams and mysteries of what… could have been Tag Sleep, dream, of what could have been Sleep, dream, of what could have been ©Ted Bryson & Dai Crowther 2008
