So, I’ve been writing songs for a little while now, but they haven’t been very good.
This is probably one of my favorite ones that I’ve written, at least in terms of me still liking it after its finished.
View from a Sidewalk
Sitting here while people passing
on like ghosts in subway stations
moving on, not knowing that they’re dead.
I read the words of hopeless prophets
written on the subway walls,
can’t help but think we’re coming to an end.
These spirits passing, never looking,
never smiling, all afraid
think that I’m the voices in their head,
Looking crazy, looking mean
got nothing left but my own dreams
I wish that I could only find a friend.
Why don’t you look me in the eyes,
acknowledge my existence,
but you just keep your distance., I can see
you’re feeling kindof bad,
but you’d never lend a hand,
I see it in your eyes that you blame me.
I once had a love so pure, thatÂ
all I’d ever need was her, andÂ
I could see she loved me just the same.
Then one day to satan’s glee
disease took her away from me
and I gave up playing this whole game
Why don’t you look me in the eyes,
acknowledge my existence,
but you just keep your distance., I can see
you’re feeling kindof bad,
but you’d never lend a hand,
I see it in your eyes that you blame me.
< Iwant to add a bridge here>
So I’ll just sit here tired and lonely
keeping with this song, my only
friend and comfort left in all the world
I hope that you can hear my prayer
and maybe you might even care,
but after so much time, these dreams grow old.
As I sit here on my own,
living life unloved, unknown,
and fearing that my song will go unheard.
I hope that you can open up and
see my face and show some love
that I could know that I’m not wasting words.
