• Written By: Rick Mitarotonda

well it's the same old
thoughts on the counter
that stay cold after an hour
the power of bottles and cans
when do the answers arrive?
the lanterns glow is blinding
while the banters roar is thriving
with the same old confrontation
it seems we might be alive...
a free man
makes his way to the wet land
where the music rings in the
warm air that dances around him
will he go home alone?
they're all there
for a night of jiving in the hot air
but there's no hiding when
all that rhythm ceases to live
who turned out the lights?

I came down
with the dawn in low
set all my holding
to the morning glow
( - it's alright )
burn it down slower now
it's a new life creeping out
oh and I feel it all in my hands
in a rising sun
it's alright
don't sweat my friend
we all feel it alone
now and then
that crawling
only steals on you
don't let a heavy one
hold back
the dawn in you
burn it down slower now
it's a new light creeping out
oh and I feel it all in our hands
in a rising sun