Story Behind The Song
I was waiting outside a friend's studio late one night to pick up some recent recordings. It was the first week of January. The street was wet with rain and littered with pine needles from expired Chirstmas trees. I vowed to write something new, something
Song Description
A reflective, philosophical piano ballad with powerful organ swells throughout. The lyrics hold a mirror up to all of the annual promises people make themselves each year.
| Song Length |
4:10 |
Genre |
Pop - General, Pop - Easy Listening |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Serene, Composed |
Subject |
Change, Life |
| Similar Artists |
Neil Young, Bob Dylan |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
In the early days of January you think that you can change
Just because a new year comes, though sadly you remain
The person who you always were on a line, wanting more
That which can move the idle form is nestled in your very core
There's a stillness in your sails
It's time to turn the page on wasted days, helpless ways and years that you can't change
In the early days of January you walk a cold, wet street
No leash in hand or wedding band, just pine needles at your feet
Alone with thoughts, intent to change
Failure defined by what remains
The saxophone no longer plays in its cool and sexy ways
There's a stillness in your sails
It's time to turn the page on wasted days, helpless ways and years that you can't change