Thursday, April 2, 2009

They Write the Songs

So I've done this a couple times now. I get a song stuck in my head, for instance, the one that is there right now "Asking for Flowers" by Kathleen Edwards, and then the tune is there no matter how much I try to make up my own. So when I go to write a new song, I can get the lyrics fine, but they're to the tune of that one song I can't seem to get out of my head. And no matter what tune I try to come up with, the copied one always sounds better. Makes sense really, I mean, that song is the one that got recorded and sold at Starbucks. Ha! Well, here's my words anyways.


The weaving traffic on the highway
looks like a circus act
And the lights up in the distance
are the things keeping me on track

Driving towards an answer
I've needed for quite a while
now I can't stop this feeling
that I'm going out in style

You've made me feel like this too long
and I won't go home til it's done
The road is burned behind me now

Well, this final goodbye
is the ending to a reckless day
Won't be driving your road
Mr. Half Hour Away

The southbound lanes are wider
leading me away from you
And I won't count the miles
of road because we are through

I can see the sunshine
burning the clouds in the sky
All the signs are pointing to
my road, my journey, my life


Now all I need is my own tune - sweet. Coming right up.

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