Another "rough draft" of a song here, this one entitled "Finding Grace." Need to work out a chorus, or at least some sort of repeatable refrain, which I'll think about this weekend. Meanwhile, the verses are pretty far along.
The other two songs I've posted here have been getting worked on too; a friend took the lyrics and worked out chords and melodies for them. We actually even (very amateurishly) recorded them, so that I could hear his ideas for the songs, and think about them, and make adjustments to lyrics, etc.. When we work out what we really want for each of them, we'll do a better job with the recordings. It's all quite fun, and challenging, and... well, we're just living out a classic musician's fantasy, I suppose. Good stuff.
Anyway, here's the new one:
Finding Grace
Middle of night at an Ohio truck stop
Just spent my last dollar on coffee and smokes
Fluorescent lights buzz above in the ceiling
On us tired and threadbare traveling folks
Paid one-way bus fare, bound for the seacoast
Not sure where I'm going or where this might end
Just know that I'm headed straight for the city
Lose my old self there -- start over again
Grace she is waiting, out there where the sunrise
First lights up the buildings all tall brick and steel
Wrapped in her robe by a small kitchen window
Drowsy and tousled, her dreams just concealed
Sun glints on the blue harbor water in morning
Markets burst open to the barking of men
Feet pounding concrete, all quick and determined
Trains rumble deep, through her heart and her veins
I am awake now, the wind blowing briskly
Here in the park looking out at the bridge
Grace she is out there, I know that I'll find her
In everything 'round me her tender image
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