An old song that felt like now.
Recorded with a band for the first time this week.
Sittin down with my friend
Strumming those same three chords
Don’t it make no words sound like so much more
There’s just nothing new to say when everything is
Falling apartIdle words float on by
There’s too many times I can’t begin to say
I’m on the verge of something big it just blows away
Into idle wordsIdeas cloud my head
I can’t sort through
Here comes one more song written about you
‘cause every time I turn around these chords
They turn into…Idle words floating by they bring me down down down
There’s too many times I can’t begin to say
I’m on the verge of something big it just blows away
Into idle words
November 1989, August 2009
Westy and Jerry Reflector