I don't think I've posted this one yet. Another folk song, I enjoy constructive criticism, just be honest, you know what to do... The Harbor Watch Inn Kick up dust in the road with the dirt in the cracks Where the pavement below us corrodes A distant smell of smoke in the air Marks the dawn of the winter I know I haven't been here as long as you have But I've seen how impressions can shift When the shingles hang down and the vines scale the walls In the house that I grew up in You used to sit on that front porch for hours Just watching the ocean change tides You'd curse when your glass was knocked over and drained I still smile at the stain of red wine Though it's been ten long years since you took that way out And three since I've been to that place I can still see you bloodshot with a smirk No blurred time line could wipe out that face Broken bottles and cigarette butts Paint the ground from the shore to the pier I've still got scars on my feet from those nights Walking barefoot from home to out there Where the fog sits all morning on broken down cars And the people trade glances to prove That they've got their own places or speak their own language That they've got a better excuse This smokey room slurred the words that you used Took the wind out of lungs fit to breathe I can't waste time sorting fiction from truth For these fucked up ideals that you preach I close my eyes, take illusions in stride Cut my losses and try to escape But these engines won't turn when there's no fuel to burn We're all stalled in the lanes that we made
You know, I'm surprised no one's commented on this. I think it's beautiful. I sat here and was singing it to myself (or at least singing it the way I heard it in my head when I was reading it). It's really well done.
That is actually awesome. It's really well written I think And I agree with Will about singing it to myself