Once upon a time, I wrote songs, and so I’ve decided to share some of the lyrics here as I enjoy picking up my guitar after many moons apart.
Soon I won't be here and you won't have to hear my whinin'. I'll be those sour tears you no longer find the need for cryin'. You can call out my name I will be out of range. Demand that I'm there. I could be anywhere. Soon I won't be 'round beginning you to think about me. Soon I'm leaving town You'll have to learn to drown with out me. You can call out my name, I will be out of range. Demand that I'm there. I could be anywhere. Soon I'll disappear. With all this heartache left inside me. Soon they'll be no fear, my dear. You won't have to find a place to hide me. You can call out my name, I will be out of range. Demand that I'm there. I could be anywhere. You have lingered here. I'm washing you out. This is not your home. I am not your doubt. What's it all about?
©1999 | K. Hartless
Man, playing and singing simultaneously is tough. I hadn’t picked up the guitar in a long time when I recorded this, and there’s several major mess-ups, but this gives you an idea of what I wanted the song to sound like, so please be kind.
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