Colin Weaver - Cold Hard Road
Every once in a while, I’ll be trying to write music, but nothing worthwhile will come out, and I’ll be disappointed and give up. But then, right after I set down the guitar, this tiny idea pops into my head, and it feels right and good but I don’t know where I am going with it. I start documenting it right away and then just keep writing and playing, and every bit of it feels good, and it all flows really easily. This only happens very occasionally, but when it does it feels so good and makes me so happy. These are the kind of moments I live for. I had one of them about an hour ago (this is why I’m still awake at nearly 9 in the morning).
winter rolls, and in comes with the snow
the girl of my dreams, and I wonder when she’ll go
it’s not a sight for sore eyes
I see the end, and I cut off all our ties
welcome the months, sure to come
in the coffeehouse, I’ll smile and we’ll be dumb
curse the months, sure to follow
when she runs away, and leaves me low and hollow
like the salesman who always grins
I hoard the air as it grows thin
fed up and giving in
to the bitter blowing wind
I’ll feel better when it’s settled
In romance, I never should have meddled
it’s a cold, hard road
it’s a cold, hard road
I’m travelin’
6 AM, and I’m still drinking coffee
I never slept, her thoughts will not get off me
whiskey breath, and smoking by the phone
I catch my breath, and realize I’m alone
but I’ll persist, I will keep on getting over
the tired trend of never being sober
pull my head out of my pillow
I am not dead, I must quit acting so crippled
like a motor that doesn’t run
I start to sputter, and then I’m done
fed up and giving in
to the bitter blowing windI’ll feel better when it’s settled
In romance, I never should have meddled
it’s a cold, hard road
it’s a cold, hard road
I’m travelin’
foot to the pedal, hand to the wheel
head out the window, head out the window
This is absolutely beautiful.
