I'm sitting slowly on a Tuesday, in the shadow of the City
Out back, behind the bar
I'm waiting for a Friend, before the poetry begins
Spring is singing and the Summer ain't far
There is rumor of tunnels and old-time connections, but,
Nobody knows for sure
We're just trying to survive the most recent election, and
Thinking about a cure
We're just trying to find a way to endure
Somehow this place has always seemed to endure
I wonder why I never come here anymore
West Bank, Darling, and, just across the River, I remember
Watching from the window of the tower as you shivered and slept
Above the stadium
Lying close with you, and, holding you tightly
Waiting, Faithful, for the big trucks to come in
And, in the middle of the nite as the world was sleeping
In the darkness, we made desperate plans
I still believe I was always at my strongest
I was always at my very best when...
(Chorus)
When it mattered most
When we was on the line
When you needed Hope
I gave you all of mine
Now, we spend our days
Under the guillotine
But, til the blade comes falling
We're gonna live like we don't see it
We're gonna find some way to beat it
We're gonna figure out how to cheat it
And, Lover, walk away
Yeah, Baby, slip away
And live another day
My Beauty, it's the only way
I wrote you nine farewells and eleven hard promises
That I never said
'Cause most of these things that I write at nite
It's kind of like you already read
Sometimes I drive around the Lakes and I think about the days
Before we ever had to think of "last"
I give it just a minute, I let myself be in it
But, I know we'll never get it back
I do it for You, You'd do it for Me, but
It's really not about all that... but, it's about all that
Now, everywhere we look there's somebody losing something
It ain't nothing like our way-back-when
When I waited for you with the radio on
And, nothing but time to spend
You always looked so pretty as we walked around the City
It was something just to hold your hand
I would leave you letters on your car at nite
Think I was always at my very best when...
(Chorus)
credits
from Ghost,
released June 14, 2022
Bob Frey - Vocals / Acoustic Guitar
Rachel Calvert - Violin
Bob Frey is a longtime devotee to the art of writing and performing songs. His unique and memorable voice immediately
engages his audience, the perfect vehicle for his wry, intelligent lyrics.
On each of these albums, Bob shows himself to be a versatile writer, his simple folk melodies forming a sound and solid base for his poetic observations and stories. He is the brother of author James Frey....more
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