folk n blues n country rock or country rock n folk n blues or ...
exploring the multiverses sound by sound and word by word
Story behind the song
story behind the song: sometimes the eyes have it, sometimes the voice, sometimes you just look at her and there's no other choice, porch sitting, a little guinness and thinking (or maybe fantasizing) what else does one do on a sultry summer evening while watching the world go by ...
Lyrics
The dawn was slowly waking to another gorgeous day
sitting here, thinking now the whys of yesterday
once there was some meaning, someone like forty two
now i write and greet the dawn, as i dream of you
The youth that was so wisely spent on sampling those delights
the perception of the wisest men, samplings of real life
the sun peeks out as if to say what's done is what was done
memories and fantasies, kaleidoscopes of fun
That one is always on my mind that's not difficult to say
sitting here, thinking rhymes and different words that play
upon some faded papyrus or typed my screen
how beautiful you are and what that still might mean
That truth that quite eludes me while another day gets drowned
the deflections of what hurts me most when you are not around
the morning sun begins to burn its way into my heart
like my love for you, embers that still spark
The sun is slowly settling into the mists of this gone day,
sitting here just thinking of time and different ways
once upon or way back when, the storied oft been told,
thoughts of you, forgotten loves, while forever growing old
The moon is slowly rising but from here I cannot see,
the reflections of those far flung rays the sun has left to be,
the street lamps have all come on to greet the coming night,
while i wait, and sigh and dream of you tonight
