15th January 2012
Crunching guitar, aching growl of a voice that echoes ever so subtly, tones of jazz and the hint of humour - taken aback… I remember smiling, knowing, If any hand-to-heart would be so sweet and make me laugh, it’s you
I’ll blink at 117 plays, and ride my bike down the street and remember all the lovely people I used to meet, when I wore graphic tees and faded blue jeans and I remember a time when you might have been there too -
I was young, I was ten, for all I knew you could have been the one I met first but later, oh later, years later -
time’s worth it you know, sometimes we’ll always be destined to know. I’ll be there next time you play and next time you sing I’ll remember the words, a bell will ring. And there’ll be that time I met you first. I’m just one, you’re ever the angel.
Your voice takes me away, beyond the country and the old white dresses I wore, the creeks that flowed and the days I wish I lived elsewhere.