very much early "Eagles" style this song, up-tempo Southern California C&W. A story song that shows how the magic of love can make wishes come true, though we ourselves, remain ignorant that they have done so.
Victor Compton, Songwriter:Artist
Conquering Sun Music Company, France
I am a songwriter, rather than a band. I am looking for groups or individuals to record my material.
Story behind the song
Thinking about a hippie, waitress girl I broke up with when I married. The last I heard, she had moved to the desert. I imagined her in Arizona somewhere, working in a gas station/restaurant in the middle of nowhere, and that she was perhaps thinking of me, the writer (in the book sense) probably living and writing in Paris, since mutual friends would have told her I had moved to France. I imagined us both thinking of each other at exactly the same moment, and this causing something magical to occur. Perhaps it did. Who knows? If you want to know more about her, listen to "Viva from Venice" farther down the list.
Lyrics
Our Lonely Way Away (copyright 1987 by Victor Compton)
There's a little cafe on a minor highway in the desert,
and she works there half of the night and most of the day.
When she has a moment, she watches the road through the window,
And there is something in her eyes, her heart won't say.
It's so long ago now that it seems like a dream more than memory;
That wonderful summer spent by the sea in L. A.
She wonders if he ever wonders how she lives without him,
And she drops a tear, that no one can hear, on her tray.
Chorus: Sometimes when the thing we want is too easy,
It's just too hard to know which card to play.
And, so we turn our backs and we hide our hands
And we cry when no one understands.....
And, then we go our lonely way away.
On the rue St. Denis, he watches the street from his table.
The girls on parade are plying their trade in the rain.
And, in between drinks, he sighs and he thinks of a woman.
Then, when it's time he scribbles a line of his pain.
He's just that crazy American, writing the worlds greastest story,
Wantin' to leave but knowin' he'll probably stay.
And he wishes an afternoon's rain to a girl in the desert;
Knowin' a wish is worth nothing when it's time to pay.
Chorus:
She is thinking how quick it can cloud up and storm in the desert.
It could almost be April in Paris just watchin' it rain.
And she longs for the man, and wishes some sunshine to warm him,
and the clouds part in Paris, and his street is sunny again.
Chorus:
