Misty-eyed from Rêverie by Silas Goodman

Early morning music
Why am I nostalgic?
Up all night on caffein
Wonder where my minds been
Half-read books and post-its
Dusty shelves and closets
I swear that I’m alive
I’m present here, sometimes

Late nights and cocktails
Clipped wings of angels
Dreamy-eyed but no sleep
Promises I won’t keep
Messages and missed calls
Ruffled sheets and mothballs
Wh’t has become of our lives
Out of storage, sometimes

I’m waiting in a station on my own
Should I board this train, I don’t know
Take me to a land that’s far away from home

*Life hurts
Broken promises, broken bones, burning bridges
Life hurts
Call me foolish, call me vain
But I’ll find a reason

Crumpled bills and deadlines
Bullshit scores and smiles
Hidden fees and fines
Like puppetiers pull strings
Useless friends and contacts
Messages and contracts
Obsession with the mainstream
Plagued by mediocrity
To swallow such hypocrisy
In exchange for your dreams

I’m waiting in a station on my own
Should I board this train, I don’t know
Take me to a land that’s far away from home*

Bones crack like eggshells
Lungs burn in ashtrays
Human hearts are so frail
We gamble minutes and days
Empty shop windows
Shaky homes and windows
Rainy eyes like wet skies
Look upon a sea of lies*

I’m misty-eyed

January-March 2015

• Acoustic
• folk
• jazz
• singer-songwriter
• soundtrack
• Montreal