From the recording WOODEN MUSIC
nostalgia, despair and hope all mixed up together
Mia says it's a bit jazzy for me
and she would know
but I'm ok with that....
Lyrics
four in the morning, no sign of dawn
the darkness is as cold as sin
I look around to find the moon but she's already gone
I must've stayed up too late again
but the night time is the right time
that's when the dreams come out
chase themselves around in my head
sleeping seems like giving up, and I'm a little worried
that these dreams will not fly back again
turn another corner just to see what's going on
find myself alone in the wind
searching for a way home searching for a low road
downhill and around the bend
blinds are rattling, it's a breezy rhythm
nightbirds are making the rhyme
I'm burning the oil I'm shaking the shackles
bangin' away on the ties that bind
time is movin' strangely
and I never know what day it is
or exactly what I'm doing here
black water tidal flow....easy come , easy go
so easy to drown in these saltwater tears
but babe I'm on the upside now
the history of this place burns my senses
salvation for a moment in some music I don't recognise
along the wharf the tourists swirl and laugh
but all I see are ghosts
and the mountain looming over the town
I dream of the plains and the sunlight and the hot north wind
and the beaches when they were empty
and we walked carefree where we wanted
and the music was wild and free
now I don't know which way is up
and I can't find my broken cup
but I am stepping lightly on my way
don't know where I go from here
but I feel strangely light and disconnected
like I'm floating
so baby maybe
I'm on the upside now