I should have asked you to take me for a drive.
I never had a moment alone with you.
We should have sat and cried.
There's little more to hold on to.
I hope you're feeling peaceful,
Someplace where you are loved.
The time has come and gone.
The time has come and gone.
I should have told you all
My deepest secrets.
I wonder what you'd have said
When I told you.
You would have love, I bet.
There is little left to hold on to.
I hope you're feeling wanted,
And that you're having a ball.
I hope you're where you want to be,
Or you're nowhere at all.
I should have had less
Fear of loving you.
We never had a moment
To clear the air.
I'd weep into your shoulder
Like a little child.
I hope you're feeling peaceful.
Someplace where you are loved.
The time has come and gone.
The time has come and gone.
I hope you're feeling wanted,
And that you're having a ball.
I hope you're where you want to be,
Or you're nowhere at all.
I hope you're feeling peaceful,
Someplace where you are loved.
The time has come and gone.
The time has come and gone.
I hope you're feeling wanted,
And that you're having a ball.
I hope you're where you want to be,
Or you're nowhere---
The last week has been difficult to process because of Mother's Day, and because their were three deaths of people who touched me closely, be they directly or indirectly. (Emotions can be like that)
This morning, I was thinking of my brother.
He passed about 7 years ago. I wrote these lyrics in one sitting, just now. It's how I process.
(The music I am working up for it is like 90's alt-rock. Pretty straightforward bass, guitar, drums. - I don't compose music well - It swells at the bridge until the final refrain that is interrupted...when I drop it like an unresolved feeling.)