“a song about when the phone stops ringing,
and all you're left with is a pen and paper.”
Notes: the last song written while still living
in DC,
and the last song written concerning a certain
individual.
Composed about three weeks before the move to
Malibu.
The title is Hawaiian.
A younger man sits and stares at the walls
He’s waiting for the melodious calls
Of the piano princess
But time has shown as he sits all alone
She’s been away so long from her phone
And it’s her he misses-deeply
Praying that she’s doing good
Willing he’s misunderstood
The younger man sits alone as he writes
He doesn’t need all his neighbors’ advice
Cause he knows they’re friendly
He’s got what’s best but he knows it’s a shame
She bested him – all he knows is his pain
At the face of her sweet memory
Dreaming of her touch at night
When he dreams to be alright
She plays her sweet
Young symphony
The man can dream no more
Another day and he stares at the roof
A pen in hand he will wait for the moon
To begin to weaken
And while the girl sleeps with comfort at
night
And dreams of things she’ll forget come the
light
The younger man is thinking
She plays her sweet
Young symphony
The man can dream no more
Another day and he stares at the roof
A pen in hand he will wait for the moon
To begin to weaken
And while the girl sleeps with comfort at
night
And dreams of things she’ll forget come the
light
The younger man is thinking
On his knees