A Story in a Song - for piano if I ever get one again...

John, Let’s Roll

We were old, bar closed, the windless sky, the groan of December’s bones
She was bruised, young, strung out, confused, like fire to a fuse, ready for the Blues
We were cold, driving slow, a bloodshot roll, fool’s gold – we were old enough to know
Bored again, without a friend, but the enemy asks, a leather flask, we were born again

Pass around a flask just to pass the time – Winter’s wine
Harvest when it’s time, or it dies on the vine - Burns so fine
Up around the bend where the road never ends - Highway 9
John, let’s roll let’s roll, bless my soul

Her eyes wild, and when she smiled, we believed, she’s amused, our stories true
She was moved, by the pain in you, that vain dark muse, a ruse your wife saw through
Moonlight bled, color of lead, you, a clown, you laughed at anything that dirty blond said
You claimed to know, you paused to show, the gravity of revelation, a gift, your secret grove
The road curved, the Chevy swerved, and you observed, our gaze, in wonder, without a word

Pass around a flask just to pass the time – Winter’s wine
Harvest when it’s time, or it dies on the vine - Burns so fine
Up around the bend where the road never ends - Highway 9
John, let’s roll let’s roll, bless my soul

The Chevy sighed; you made a sign, for the girl, take hands with you, kindly guide
Sequoias rise, pierce the sky, of heaven, cathedral spires, blazing stars blind
Cold and clear, drawing near, a veiled fear, like a blade, when the trail disappeared
In your eyes, animal life, then I saw your hand, your hand, so white against the night

Pass around a flask just to pass the time – Winter’s wine
Harvest when it’s time, or it dies on the vine - Burns so fine
Up around the bend where the road never ends - Highway 9
John, let’s roll let’s roll, bless my soul


June 1, 2011