Story Behind The Song

A song in which the speaker learns of the terrible and cruel twists of fate that plagued the life of an ex-lover in the years after their tryst.

Song Description

Acoustic guitar and scratchy male voclas tell the story of months of insomnia and feelings of dark desperation that grip a man after he learns of the cruel fate of an ex-lover. Fond rememberances of shared moments are mixed with bleak images of the spea

Lyrics

it's four o'clock and i can't sleep
i'm dressing in the dark no appointment to keep
the moon is new the sky is dark
i drift down the stairs cross into the park
dear cindy i've seen some sights
the milkyway and the northern lights
and i've seen the good things people do
and some awful things yeah, i've done them too
it's been a long time since we drove
down to florida
to that fisherman's cove
where we danced on the beach and played guitar
i bought you cigarettes you drove my car
down south through the cicadian hum
out of the mountains where we both came from
i can't take back these years and months
some great trees of memory
some blackened stumps
and i will walk until sunrise tonight
and think of all things i've almost done right
once upon a time you were one
you were on

a couple weeks a lot on my mind
a lot of useless things i can't leave behind
when the nights are long i hear the wind
a whispered chorus the draft lets in
tonight it sang about you
can't say i was surprised i can't say it was new
when the sun finally breaks through these clouds
i will bless the day
i will sing outloud
if the rising breeze shows me the way
this veil will be lifted someday
no i'm not asking for much
just a moment in time that these bastards can't touch
here where the rainbows arch gray
here where the winter cold stalks its prey
i am planning my escape
and i'm trying to write something not cheap and fake
so let this night bleed releif
in the morning may you wake and forget your greif
dear cindy it too shall pass
yes everything here shall pass