The Call
By coyote
A Song I wrote about life on the road, and my brother.1. I realize I never got that far. I'm living in this empty back street bar. Oh the music and the madness, and the songs reflect the sadness, of a burnt out soul still chasing down a star.2. Once, long ago, I knew I heard the call. I was proud and I was going to show them all. So I hit the road for freedom, but the songs, they didn't need 'em, and I'd worked too hard to let 'em see me crawl.Chor. So I settled for the winter in a place too far from home, and I tried to write some new songs everyday. At night I entertained them, for a few short hours I claimed them, and again, I thought I found the way.3. Back on the road, I'm heading for the sky. This time I'll make it happen if I try. But the work of playin' stages, and the days turn into ages, and too quickly now, the years begin to fly.4. This life is built on heartbreak and it's cruel. You spill your life out on the sheet, rejection is the rule. For much too long I waited, and the offers quickly faded, Now I know just how it feels to be the fool.Chor. So I've settled for a lifetime in a place that I call home, and I play each night, just like I did before. 'cause the music is the madness, and the songs reflect the sadness, and the reason doesn't matter anymore. Written April 13th, 1996 © on Aug 29 2001 09:35 AM PST 0 • 10
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"A Song I wrote about life on the road, and my brother.1. I realize I never got that far. I'm living in this empty back street bar. Oh the music and the madness, and the songs reflect the sadness, of a burnt out soul still chasing down a star.2. Once, long ago, I knew I heard the call. I was proud and I was going to show them all. So I hit the road for freedom, but the songs, they didn't need 'em, and I'd worked too hard to let 'em see me crawl.Chor. So I settled for the winter in a place too far from home, and I tried to write some new songs everyday. At night I entertained them, for a few short hours I claimed them, and again, I thought I found the way.3. Back on the road, I'm heading for the sky. This time I'll make it happen if I try. But the work of playin' stages, and the days turn into ages, and too quickly now, the years begin to fly.4. This life is built on heartbreak and it's cruel. You spill your life out on the sheet, rejection is the rule. For much too long I waited, and the offers quickly faded, Now I know just how it feels to be the fool.Chor. So I've settled for a lifetime in a place that I call home, and I play each night, just like I did before. 'cause the music is the madness, and the songs reflect the sadness, and the reason doesn't matter anymore...."