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Saturday morning and I'm at the Y
The cold chlorine water is stinging my eyes
The kids keep on splashing and jumping right in
But I don’t know why I gotta learn how to swim
The teacher is telling me to dunk my head down
By three Mississippis I’m afraid I might drown
But I’m holding, holding my breath
’m holding, holding my breath
I slip my mask on outside the Big Y
Hoping that no one will be here tonight
Until you go in you don't know what's in store
Is it epidemic horror, through the automatic door?
I find the bread aisle and start to roll down
I see a brazenly barefaced man and turn back around
Now here comes another and my mouth’s running dry
I pick my speed up and as I rush by
I’m holding, holding my breath
I’m holding, holding my breath
Sit at my window and stare at the grey
Spring fades to winter and night wears to day
Holding my breath, all I do is wait
Inhale and stretch, 4-7-8
I’m out of my depth and half scared to death
I’m praying for change, but I won’t hold my breath
It's New Year's Eve and the kids are asleep
Our world is quiet, the snow piling deep
There'll be no confetti, no parties this time
Still champagne for two, and we'll sing Auld Lang Syne
And maybe I know nothing changes at all
When we hang a new calendar up on the wall
And yet, in the dark, a little hope can be found
And my heart's beating faster as the clock's ticking down
I’m holding, holding my breath
I’m holding, holding my breath
Sit at my window and stare at the grey
Spring fades to winter and night wears to day
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I Believed In You
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It used to be you and me
Now it's nothing at all
Now I see, now I see, now I see it
All the memories, memories
Now they're nothing at all
Now I see, now I see, now I see it
And I believed, I believed in you
I believed in you
Thinking back on you, my friend
It was always us against the world again
You pulled me through all of the pain
You showed me I was more than my shame
My head is spinning round and round
Now through the fog you won't be found
I'm sorry for it all
It used to be you and me
Now it's nothing at all
Now I see, now I see, now I see it
All the memories, memories
Now they're nothing at all
Now I see, now I see, now I see it
And I believed, I believed in you
I believed in you
Maybe I am better now
But somehow I've been feeling so small
Through it all you always cared
So what if you were never really there?
Cause even if you were pretend
I swear you were my only friend
Please don't let it end
It used to be you and me
Now it's nothing at all
Now I see, now I see, now I see it
All the memories, memories
Now they're nothing at all
Now I see, now I see, now I see it
And I believed, I believed in you
I believed in you
Red pill, white pill, green pill, blue
If I skip one, will I see you?
Red pill, white pill, green pill, blue
If I skip one...
Will I believe in you?
Will I believe in you?
I STILL BELIEVE IN YOU
It used to be you and me
Now it's nothing at all
Now I see, now I see, now I see it
All the memories, memories
Now they're nothing at all
I STILL BELIEVE IN YOU
Now I see, now I see, now I see it
And I believed, I believed in you
I believed in you
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Phil Henry Rutland, Vermont
Singer-songwriter Phil Henry exudes the skill of a craftsman and the authenticity of an artist. “…vivid lyrical imagery that captures the imagination.” (Seven Days, VT)
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