Here’s an old song of mine written in the mid/late 70s, but never recorded. I figured I would finally get this one tracked. I asked my friend Joliz to provide some backup and she provided a beautiful Joan Baez-esque vocal.

These brownstone girls they’re one of a kind
They give you their numbers but hold back their time
You can disappear in the stories they find
When they stare you down well don’t loose your mind
What a way to break on through in Mapleton

The summer days heat up the Brooklyn nights
But the streets are cold when the love’s not right
They’ll dance with you under dim street lights
When the morning breaks they fall out of sight
What a way to get so lost in Prospect Park

They’ll take you down to the Gowanus side
Where the water’s dark and the secrets hide
They’ll whisper so sweet in a summer stride
But when autumn comes they will slip and slide
What a way to lose yourself on Fourth Avenue
What a way to say goodbye to brownstone girls

Brownstone Girls (with Joliz)

The sequel to "Whisper Over Berlin"...

Midnight flies over Brandenburg
10 hours on a redeye plane
Flood the runway lights
In the Berlin rain

Found a jacket second hand shop
The leather cracked against the grain
Just a hint of gin
Feel the Berlin rain

C’mon play me, play me, play me, those old folk songs
You can take me, take me, shake me, take me along

The bars are empty and Cohen’s gone
Her voice still hangs on that old refrain
In the key of A
Hear the Berlin rain

C’mon play me, play me, play me, those old folk songs
You can take me, take me, shake me, take me along

The autumn wind is blowing cold
Left JFK for an eastbound train
Her sound comes down
Like the Berlin rain

The sound comes down
In the Berlin rain
Her sound comes down
In the Berlin rain

Berlin Rain (with Joliz)

This track is from 2018...

All the graves are in the backyard
And people move on there’s no doubt
Now I see the changing of the guard
Separate pathways a different route

No need to wave flags in the air
The stars won’t see them anyway
I sometimes just look up and stare
Still the same sky different day

And it's full speed into the light years
Shift through all the tired dreams
There’s a new moon on the mountain
If I can fly this old machine

Take a bus to New York City 
And see your face in every mile
This old Trailways is a pity
It can run but it can’t fly

And it's full speed into the light years
Shift through all the tired dreams
There’s a new moon on the mountain
If I can fly this old machine

Light Years

In a weathered worn bus stop
Cast beneath the street lamps sheen
Flipping through every word and page
Of an old movie magazine

Oh the world was turning slow
You always loved the summer scene
We took a gamble on each other
Like Tuesday Weld and Steve McQueen

Well the neon spit and sputtered
As you lit your cigarette
I watched your face in the shadows
A vision I could not forget

And the night just slipped away
In the noise on 4th and Green
We were lost in the twilight
Like Tuesday Weld and Steve McQueen

So the years fly like the wind
Shifting high and shifting low
Now we drink to the heroes
Leather boots and picture shows

Was I cool and debonair
Were you something to be seen
In those black and white moments
Like Tuesday Weld and Steve McQueen  
Like Tuesday Weld and Steve McQueen

Tuesday Weld & Steve McQueen (with Joliz)

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hbZBiyRlfA

Fading away
Our town
It’s just fading away
Our town

Running from this April day
Brush in tow to paint the gray
Going dark with nothing to say, hmm
On the flat side of the night
I see darkness you see light
This homegirl is taking flight

Fading away
Our town
It’s just fading away
Our town

Your old plaid suitcase in hand
No destination no plan
It’s not hard to understand, hmm
Can’t give in fall hard and grieve
I’ll rollup my denim sleeves
Give you the miles that you need

Fading away
Our town
It’s just fading away
Our town

Homegirl fading away
Our town
It’s just fading away
Our town

Fading away
Our town
It’s just fading away
Our town

Homegirl fading away
Our town
It’s just fading away

HOMEGIRL (with Joliz)

I’ve got some Dylan
Some Velvet Underground
“Chelsea Girls”
On this mixtape I found
Ribbon on a reel 
My life in sound
Yeah ribbon on a reel
My life in sound

I’ve got some Bowie
From the old “Low” days
The thin white lines
And the foggy haze
The songs get played
Then fade away
Yeah the songs get played
Then fade away

I’ve got some Patti
Singing “Dream Of Life”
She’s howling out dreams
Into the deep dark night
It feels so alive
So it’s alright
Yeah it feels so alive
So it’s alright

I’ve got some Leonard
On this old Walk Man
He comes up after Joni
“So Long Marianne”
Such a heartbreak
Guess he wasn’t her man
Yeah such a heartbreak
Guess he wasn’t her man

Cause that’s my life 
This mixtape I found
Yeah that’s my life 
My replay life in sound
Cause that’s my life 
This mixtape I found
Yeah that’s my life 
My replay life in sound

MIXTAPE (with Joliz)

The Jersey streets are alive tonight
And the bridge is flooded with rain
The city’s coming through the windshield
And the wind howls like a train 

Headlights bounce off the gutters
And the girls on the boulevard
A siren closes the distance
And cuts off all the cars

The Red Bank rain hits me
Like a hammer from the sky
But the radio pulls me close 
Lays me out for another night 

The streets lay down so quietly
Like a promise left for dead
And the station’s fading fast
As the hours tick ahead

The screen door’s blowing open
And the headlights disappear
The DJ says the songs are coming
Like some turntable Paul Revere

The Red Bank rain hits me
Like a hammer from the sky
But the radio pulls me close
Lays me out for another night

Yeah, the Red Bank rain hits me
Like a hammer from the sky
But the radio pulls me close
Lays me out for another night

Red Bank In The Rain (with Joliz)

This is our latest song...

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gayGD05Z5ss

Shadows danced on my night stand 
Fell asleep in nowhere land 
Showed up on Thursday night 
But I lost that gig to a tribute band 

Took the train down to the east side
Wore my shades just to hide my eyes
Those brownstone girls swirled in my head
And I drifted off and took the ride

And it’s one more night 
One more night 
One more night on Ludlow Street 
And it’s one more night 
One more night 
One more night on Ludlow Street 

Ran into Jane somewhere in between
She sells oils and wears too much green
She said, “rock's a scam and jazz is dead”
And then she kissed my cheek and split the scene

And it’s one more night 
One more night 
One more night on Ludlow Street
You play it straight 
You lose the beat
One more night on Ludlow Street

And it’s one more night 
One more night 
One more night on Ludlow Street

Ludlow Street (with Joliz)

Darcy lit a Newport with a gas station match
Leanin' on Joey’s Civic, the paint all scratched
With a trunk full of tools and 8-track dreams
She said, “They say Bushwick’s changing, but it’s still the same to me”

Joey had a scar from the Navy days
Said he used to fix turbines out in San Diego Bay
Now he’s doin’ drywall for a friend in the Heights
Said, “Baby, we’ll be alright, just gotta make it through another night”

In the empty lot behind Ed’s Food Store
With a streetlight buzzin’ like a holy war
They shared a cola and a cigarette
Talkin’ 'bout the days they haven’t lived yet
Skyline rising in the rearview light
Lookin’ for a way out on a one-way night

She had a spiral notebook full of names
Some ol’ boyfriends and schemes that never came
But Joey only read the poems she wrote in bed
About motels by the ocean and the words she never said

At her cousin’s place off Dekalb Avenue
Took turns in the shower, shared the one good bath towel
She worked part-time at the thrift on Flushing
Stole snacks for Joey when the hunger came rushing

In the empty lot behind Ed’s Food Store
With a streetlight buzzin’ like a holy war
They shared a cola and a cigarette
Talkin’ 'bout the days they haven’t lived yet
Skyline rising in the rearview light
Lookin’ for a way out on a one-way night

Some nights they’d dance to the car stereo
Some nights they’d fight about nothin' at all
She’d cry in the front seat, he’d punch the dashboard
But they never stopped showing up when the other one called

That winter hit hard and the heat got cut
But they wrapped up in blankets and called it enough
She said, “This ain’t pretty, but it’s better than gone”
He said, “Darcy, you and me, we’ve been holdin’ on this long”

In the empty lot behind Ed’s Food Store
With a streetlight buzzin’ like a holy war
They shared a cola and a cigarette
Talkin’ 'bout the days they haven’t lived yet
Skyline rising in the rearview light
Lookin’ for a way out on a one-way night

Brooklyn Love Song (with Joliz)

Just some rain and noise
Outside my morning window
Strangers passing through
On the way to some rendezvous

I’m thinking of you today
Like I do when I’m breathing
You were flying through the night
Before I knew you were leaving

I should have jumped up on my horse
Run the roads from coast to coast
The California dream was just a dream
And those motorcycle cowboys
Know exactly what I mean

Ran into your brother
He was packing up a U-Haul
Said you called from Sedona
After rolling out of St. Paul

I know the winter cuts deep
And the sun suits your skin
But miles don’t mean forgiveness
When it all comes back again

I should have jumped up on my horse
Run the roads from coast to coast
The California dream was just a dream
And those motorcycle cowboys
Know exactly what I mean

I should have jumped up on my horse
Run the roads from coast to coast
The California dream was just a dream
And those motorcycle cowboys
Know exactly what I mean
And those motorcycle cowboys
Know exactly what I mean

Motorcycle Cowboys (with Joliz)

On a rainy corner of Bleecker and somewhere
A guy’s selling bootlegs of the musical “Hair”
He’s got a Dead Kennedys t-shirt full of stains
And a head full of smoke and graffiti brains
Some preacher’s got a cape and a bluetooth mic
Says “the end is near” well maybe tonight

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la

Now Maria from the Village used to take ballet and tea
Now she’s pouring drinks down on Avenue D
She says she’s going to Paris and Spain someday
But her passport’s expired and her hair’s gone gray
She says “life’s a curse when you’ve got too much soul”
Then she laughs at herself and plays some rock and roll

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

There’s Frankie with a limp by the laundromat light
Lost a toe and his luck in a Bushwick fight
Tells me stories about a dancer he once knew
With a husky voice and a switch-up crew
Now he fixes bikes and belts out Springsteen tunes
Says “the world’s lost rhythm but I keep the groove”

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

Newsstand headlines scream of fire and floods
But the bodega cat doesn’t hold a grudge
The cops crack wise on a midnight beat
While the rappers trade lines on Delancey Street
I passed by your old place it’s a weed shop now
But I swear I saw you in the crowd somehow

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la 

Steam rises up through an old metal grate
Like the city’s exhaling all of its grief and weight
A kid tags a mural with a trembling hand
Says “my father got ghosted in Afghanistan”
But an old folkie down on Canal and West
Strums “New Morning” in a brown tweed vest

And the world rolls on
And the world rolls on
La, la, la, la, la, la

World Rolls On (with Joliz)

I was dreamin’ of a city
Where the buildings live forever         
Some brick and steel painting        
Like a shadow and an echo
            
Middle of October   
Sky gettin’ colder          
Wind hittin’ harder         
Like it’s tryin’ to tell ya somethin’
            
The streetlights sputter sermons
mm-hmm          
And it kinda makes me nervous
uh-huh

Well some folks speak a language         
The city don’t wanna learn        
Written in the alleys
And the barrels that still burn

Drill gang on the corner         
Spittin’ like a drummer           
But the bullets still fly          
Just chasin’ down the summer
        
I was dreamin’ of that city       
Dreamin’ of that sorrow         
Clock says it’s October           
But it’s already tomorrow

Dreamin' Of A City

It was winter on the Bowery
Where the snow turned grey
And the streetlights look tired
Everybody’s chasing something
You were up against the door
Smoking that last cigarette
Like it was the only thing
Worth paying attention to
And I thought
Maybe I could be the next one
So I moved over to listen
Yeah just to listen

Inside Blondie was playing
Debbie’s voice cut the static
Telling every lost soul in the room
“You don’t have to stay stuck here forever”
You grabbed my hand and said
“She’s gonna be big someday”
I believed you
But I didn’t say a word
Sometimes silence
Feels safer than talking
I could feel your heartbeat
With every song

Blondie played 
And the city shook 
We were strangers
Pages in a book
Nothing promised
Nothing made
On the night 
Blondie played

I never caught your name
Saw you once months later
Laughing with somebody else
At a bus stop near Astor Place
And I thought
Yeah that’s the way this city loves you
Quick and hard
And then it moves on without apology

Blondie played 
And the city shook 
We were strangers
Pages in a book
Nothing promised
Nothing made
On the night 
Blondie played

Blondie Played (with Joliz)

I was somewhere in Virginia
With the Catskills on my mind
All the mountains are connected
Like the days we left behind

I was walking in Savannah
Where the river meets the pines
You were painting by the window
Sketching out the crossing lines

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

I was drifting down to Asheville
With the blue hills bending low
You were dancing through my memory
Like a firefly in early snow

Now I'm waking up in Berkley
With the jasmine in the air
Every coast just keeps on curving
But I still find you everywhere

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

I’ll be with you in the morning sometime
When the birds all wake too soon
But tonight I asked the stars to draw a line
And let the night lean into you

Night Lines (with Joliz)

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtS2fcXpk9o

She’s got a soft heart
But is Berlin tough
She was 7 years old
When the wall opened up

Her mother lit candles
For the ones who fled
Her brother played Bowie
On an old cassette

Oh, the city remembers
The last border patrols
Checkpoints and seasons
The last days of the wall

She turned 21
In the east side bars
With the ghosts of poets
And their old guitars

These days she’s a writer
And she carries the sound
Of that early November
When the wall came down

Oh, the city remembers
The last border patrols
Checkpoints and seasons
The last days of the wall

Oh, the city remembers
The last border patrols
Checkpoints and seasons
The last days of the wall

Last Days Of The Wall (with Joliz)

I watched the sun go under
From the window of the train
City lights like scattered pearls
Through a fog of silver rain
Your voice on my shoulder
Soft as summer wine
I’m chasing down the distance
And the pictures in my mind
East of Indianapolis
On this twilight line

We dreamed of California
But never left the ground
I’m counting old postcards
From a life that’s coming around
There’s a rhythm in the window
Like the slow turn of time
And a ghost beside my shoulder
That I can’t leave behind
West of Illinois
On this twilight line

The dawn will find another town
And someone else’s sky
But I still see your shadow
Every time I close my eyes
And maybe love’s just distance
Measured over time
Between what was and what remains
On Hollywood and Vine
Going eastbound tonight
On this twilight line
Going eastbound tonight
On this twilight line

Twilight Line

I was down like a pilot in a war 
Wreckage, wreckage 
Then she broke my freefall 

I fell fast no warning around me
Wreckage, wreckage
Then she walked me away

I woke in a city without a name
Sirens shot the darkness with sound

She said her name was Mercy so I knew
Wreckage, wreckage
Then she flickered and swayed

I was down like a pilot in a war
Wreckage, wreckage
Then she broke my freefall
Then she broke my freefall

Wreckage (with Joliz)

We walked tonight to the Guggenheim Museum
Her hair was blowing like it found its freedom
The city shimmered a restless backdrop
We talked of dreams we had and dreams we’d lost

She touched the glass where the paintings hung
Said, “Look how they capture the light, so young”
I saw a reflection that I couldn’t hold
A moment gone as the wind turned cold

Caught in the glow of a fleeting view
City lights blurred like dreams we outgrew
We’re drifting through moments we can’t reclaim
Like strangers with stories no need for names

Through the spiral halls we drifted slow
Each step we took felt like letting go
She whispered stories I’d never known
Of places she'd seen and the nights alone

Outside the doors the world was wide
Yellow cabs and the Hudson tide
She laughed like a child at the rush of it all
I watched her dance through the city's sprawl

She talked of staying of leaving too
The streets below us were painted blue
With echoes of footsteps and songs unsung
In that fleeting light we were both still young

Caught in the glow of a fleeting view
City lights blurred like dreams we outgrew
We’re drifting through moments we can’t reclaim
Like strangers with stories no need for names

1071 5th Avenue

There’s a payphone on the corner 
That rings from time to time 
I’m watching taxis scatter 
Through the neon and the grime 
Chelsea with her phantoms 
And the ghosts that linger there 
New York City is my air 

I’ve seen lovers in the doorways 
I’ve heard prophets on the wire 
I've watched the lamplights stutter 
Like a broken gospel choir 
The Hudson keeps on rolling
But it’s not going anywhere 
New York City is my air 

Now the winter’s on my shoulder 
I hear sirens in my sleep 
There’s a girl who looks like Joni 
In a bar on Houston Street 
She sang about forgiveness 
And it caught me unaware 
She said New York City is my air 

There’s a pawnshop on Canal Street 
An old Martin under glass 
I thought about the future 
And I thought about the past 
Every thought I tried to follow 
Left a song in the square 
New York City is my air 
New York City is my air

New York City Is My Air (with Joliz)

There’s a thin frost on Alexanderplatz 
Where we once hid from the rain 
I walked past the Dschungel last night    
Under a lavender sky
You’d have laughed at the sight of me 
In this long gray overcoat 
Counting marks and memories 
Till my breath became a ghost

Down along Karl-Marx-Allee
The cafés are half-alive
I lingered over bitter coffee
Just to feel the time go by
There’s a girl with a clarinet
Playing “Silent Night” off-key
And I think of the way you’d tune your strings
Before you played for me

I crossed the Oberbaumbrücke
As the snow began to fall
The lights along the water
Felt like a slow winter waltz
I left a note at KaDeWe 
Where the lights fall soft and blue
It just said “I almost stayed”
But I knew this too would pass

Now the trains run through midnight
Like an old and faithful friend
And I’m trying not to miss you
But it’s the season I guess
It feels like an afterthought
Like a letter never sent
So I pull up my collar
And let another season in
Christmas in Berlin

Christmas In Berlin (with Joliz)

Here’s our version of John Denver’s 1975 classic, “I’m Sorry”.

It's cold here in the city
It always seems that way
And I've been thinking about you almost everyday
Thinking about the good times
Thinking about the rain
Thinking about how bad it feels alone again

I'm sorry for the way things are in China
I'm sorry things ain't what they used to be
But more than anything else
I'm sorry for myself
Cause you're not here with me

Our friends all ask about you
I say you're doing fine
And I expect to hear from you almost anytime
But they all know I'm crying
I can't sleep at night
They all know I'm dying down deep inside

I'm sorry for all the lies I told you
I'm sorry for the things I didn't say
But more than anything else
I'm sorry for myself
I can't believe you went away

I'm sorry if I took some things for granted
I'm sorry for the chains I put on you
But more than anything else
I'm sorry for myself
For living without you

I'm Sorry (Cover with Joliz)

She was a lofi girl
Had an old guitar
Liked Elliott Smith
And Hedy Lamarr
She’d stay up late
And tune down low
Write lots of songs
She’d never show

She was a lofi girl
Fading in the sound
All dreams and feelings
And feet on the ground
She was a lofi girl
And I knew her that way
A ghost in the chorus
That just floats away

And I’d sit quiet
Just to hear her play
Every broken chord
Was a better day
She sang, “Don’t try to fix me,
I’m just passing through”
Then looked at me hard
Like I already knew

She was a lofi girl
Fading in the sound
All dreams and feelings
And feet on the ground
She was a lofi girl
And I knew her that way
A ghost in the chorus
That just floats away

The future’s just noise
Spin the record again
Give a finger to the silence
When the music ends

She was a lofi girl
Fading in the sound
All dreams and feelings
And feet on the ground
She was a lofi girl
And I knew her that way
A ghost in the chorus
That just floats away
She was a lofi girl

Ballad Of A LoFi Girl (with Joliz)

Autumn and the skies are turning
The cemetery is getting dark
And no I don’t want to walk 
Through the fields today 
There’s a haze on the briars 
And dew on the burrs 
Down in Gettysburg 

The fence posts lean like they’re tired
A crow lifts without a sound
A chill that won’t explain itself
Settling into my coat
And the ground is holding 
Everything it’s learned
Down in Gettysburg

Trace my breath in the cold air
Watch it disappear too soon
There’s a pull in the dirt and the stones
Like it knows why I’m here
And it don’t say anything
About what it’s heard
Down in Gettysburg

GETTYSBURG

You put on sunglasses inside 
No explanation
Just how you were made
We sat on the floor
Because it didn’t suggest staying
You talked about leaving 
Like it was background noise
I waited for my name
It didn’t come up

You left a book on the table
Your handwriting arguing with itself
The radio was on
Not loud enough to matter
You stood up while I was still talking
Like someone else had already started
I watched you go
From the same place I stayed

Now I see sunglasses
On people standing still
Waiting for permission to cross
I don’t project
I don’t invent
I just remember
How easy it was for you
To not be there
And how easy it was
For me to be there

Sunglasses (with Joliz)

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pw9qozBpnqo

I’m a vigilante for peace
There’s a war on every corner
It’s hard to know what it means
When everyone’s a soldier

I’m trying to love the living
In a language torn and raw
Every heart is drawing borders
Every kiss declares a war

I remember steady ground
I remember softer lines
This is somebody’s America
But right now it ain’t mine

I’m a letter left unopened
On a table set for none
Every promise sounds like thunder
When it’s spoken by a gun

I’m a choir with no steeple
Singing low so we survive
Every streetlight holds a vigil
For the ways we stay alive

I remember steady ground
I remember softer lines
This is somebody’s America
But right now it ain’t mine

I remember steady ground
I remember softer lines
This is somebody’s America
But right now it ain’t mine

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pw9qozBpnqo

Somebody's America

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7CByL38bDw

White Zombie rattling bones from the edge of night
Patti Smith praying sideways hanging on the mic
Every chord was a dare every night was a year
Making poetry bleed falling out of your ears

So thank you broken saints and midnight kids
For the noise and the nerve and the hunger we hid
Raise a dirty glass to the stage and the crown
The Shepherds of the Bowery where lost things get found

Hilly Kristal behind the bar counting sins and change
Every band had a number every night was strange
Ramones like a subway train straight through your chest
Blondie flashing silver in a thrift store dress

So thank you broken saints and midnight kids
For the noise and the nerve and the hunger we hid
Raise a dirty glass to the stage and the crown
The Shepherds of the Bowery where lost things get found

The All Night Newsboys sticking like candy and glue
Joan Jett cutting hearts clean in black leather boots
Talking Heads making art out of panic and sweat
The Shirts got tight with the things we forget

So thank you broken saints and midnight kids
For the noise and the nerve and the hunger we hid
Raise a dirty glass to the stage and the crown
The Shepherds of the Bowery where lost things get found 

They said it was over
They said it was done
But cities don’t lie
They just change who they let in

Shepherds Of The Bowery (with Joliz)

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0JPxWIfVTE

It’s almost like a lifeline
A hidden bridge in the sky
It’s visible when I fade from day
And it stays all of the night

Everybody’s rushing
And if they only knew
I’m just trying not to
Drift too far from you

I caught the silver hour
Falling through the blinds
The city whispers a lullaby
To quiet down my mind

Everybody’s rushing
And if they only knew
I’m just trying not to
Drift too far from you

The dawn comes soft and golden
Like forgiveness in disguise
I still trace your constellation
Across the morning sky

Everybody’s rushing
And if they only knew
I’m just trying not to
Drift too far from you
I’m just trying not to
Drift too far from you
I’m just trying not to
Drift too far from you

Drift Too Far (with Joliz)

This is our version of David Snyder's great song, Eduardo's Bodega.

Copyright © 2025 by David Snyder, ASCAP/Day of Faith Records

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KcBX1QCBCyo

Eduardo's Bodega
The lights are out
No more cigarette packs
What's that all about
No more Nico in Chelsea
Or the ghost of Lou Reed
Eduardo's Bodega
Used to have what I need

Now I look in the dumpster
I look on the street
No more butts in my pocket
So I look at my feet
Could go to the east side
Take the uptown train
Maybe jump a few turnstiles
Not stay in the rain

Maybe take Jane Street
But I don't know why
Go over to Carmine
With the mafia guys
Just don't go down Bank Street
At this time of night
It's too dark on Barrow
Since they shut out the lights

Eduardo's Bodega
I'm saying goodbye
But I can't find a taxi
Yeah I can't catch a ride
Can't call an Uber
Cause I'm blacklisted now
Stuck here on Gay Street
Guess I can't leave town

And Eduardo's Bodega
Man they're tearing it down
One more line in my song now
Guess I'll see you around
One more line in my song now
Guess I'll see you around

Eduardo's Bodega (Cover with Joliz)

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQJQTDvQHfs

I walk the long road
A lonely footfall
Every time I meant to run
I fell 
Or I crawled

A whisper in the dawn
A shadow or a fawn
Every time I meant to stay
I left 
I recall

This road is never free
It’s costing you and me
This road is never free
It’s costing you and me

The room is barely lit
Your breath against my wrist
Every time I meant to speak
I waited
I missed

The night won’t say my name
The air feels much the same
Every time I swore I’d kneel
I stood
Ashamed

This road is never free
It’s costing you and me
This road is never free
It’s costing you and me

This road is never free
It’s costing you and me
This road is never free
It’s costing you and me

Journey (with Joliz)

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLRvmXtw9qo

Oh pretty girl
What did I do to earn your trust
I never meant to make you cry
What can I do when daylight comes

And you shiver and sway
Like a fighter about to fall
Almost feels like you read my thoughts
But you barely know me at all

’Cause I’m weary of everything
Everything that devotion brings
Open hands the kind of love
You can’t return the same
Late goodbyes in half-lit rooms
Voices fading ringing phones
And worst of all
I can’t watch you walk away

Oh you are not to blame
Wild love’s got a will of its own
You can’t stop it once it moves
You can’t save it if it won’t

’Cause I’m weary of everything
Everything that devotion brings
Open hands the kind of love
You can’t return the same
Late goodbyes in half-lit rooms
Voices fading ringing phones
And worst of all
I can’t watch you walk away
And worst of all
I can’t watch you walk away

Robert S. Dean

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