Andy Creighton

Andy Creighton

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Pop - Rock | Los Angeles, California, United States
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Member Since: 2004
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Song Description

Regret for not having spent enough time with Dad before he left.

Lyrics

I believe in walking straight ahead in time
over dead white orchids you laid out to line
a path to love and ending fallen at your feet
with deep regrets for dead attempts
to give you what you need.

And it seems I've taken to talkin' to myself
the next best thing.
It used to be all right, there was always still time.

You were always there to give out
more than what you had.
And I was always here to take from far away I can
control the love in phone calls,
always very brief.
We haven't really much to say,
we haven't talked in weeks.

And it seems I've taken to talkin' to myself
the next best thing.
It used to be all right, there was always still time.

Another fine example just arrived.
You gave your over-time.
I am not surprised.

There must be some recessive gene
that dominates inside of me my selfish is
as selfish gets, and selfish takes what selfish takes.

And it seems I've taken to talkin' to myself
the next best thing.
It used to be all right, there was always still time.
So I am coming home it's different now
We'll walk in frozen fields for hours and I won't complain
We can drive forever farther North and talk about
how beautiful the night can be
Where the air is so clean.

Song Length
3:24
Genres
Pop - Rock, Folk - Rock
Tempo / Feel
Medium (111 - 130)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Moods
Poignant, Moving

Subject Matter
Regret, Frustration

Similar Artists
Toad The Wet Sprocket, Crowded House
Language
English
Era
2000 and later

Lyric Credits Eddie Moffett
Music Credits Eddie Moffett, Andy Creighton, Aditya Rao, Randy Guss
Producer Credits Eddie Moffett, Andy Creighton, Aditya Rao, Randy Guss
Performance Credits Eddie Moffett, Andy Creighton, Aditya Rao, Randy Guss