Lyrics

I met you on a Sunday in your morning gown
You were downtown, roaming around
Hours and hours trying to sweeten the sound
Of a lifetime passing you by

Did the kids hit tilt on pinball machine
Did you dreams go splintering to the great unseen
Did the people you relied on
kinda let you down?

Are you more or less curating your own pain?
Standing alone crying in the pouring rain
Nowhere to run to when the sun goes down
Curtains drawn, where you lay your hat in your hometown

Did your castles wash away in the rising tide?
Did your hide and seek turn to run and hide?
Did they call you on the phone or
They leave you home alone?

I don’t mean to upset the balance of power
You’re standing alone in a summer shower
Washing away the pain of a
Lifetime gone awry

Did your sunset story turn to morning glory?
Did your heroes fall, were they hear at all
Can you hear them call?
Can you hear the sweet sound of the
Turning of the tide

Can you hear the sweet sound of the turning tide
That sweet blues music fill a hole inside
Like a country breeze blowin through your very soul
Spirit dancer shakin all your bones

Did your plans go skipping
Where the hippies are tripping?
Memory lane or a trail of pain?
The road’s the same, the gains remain if you try.

I hold you in my soul on a summer flight
The ashtray says you’ve been up all night
Tear stained pages in your notebook
All have dried