I'm all but frozen in the train lights
Pinned down in a rising tide
Stacks of bills and unsent letters
Box me in on every side
I'm holding out my hand
But no one takes my hand
While all the things I need just pass me by.
Pick up a shipment of new equipment
I need a car to take me there
I can get it, just give me credit
Pull that money from thin air
Another paycheck in the shitter
Another two weeks down the drain
Another debt of friendship paid in full
Another phone bill paid in vain
Three years and I'm not sure
Just what I bought this for
The only interest I don't draw is yours.
Now this girl is finished with me
That girl thinks I'm insane
Now this girl hates the very thought of me
And all the girls at work think I'm a pain
And my friends sit waiting for the other shoe to drop
And my parents are still waiting for the first shoe to drop
And my brother went away to some university
Now he's got sixty brothers and none of them is me
So assign my number, rip me open
And scar a bar code across my heart
As we march information in tight formation
We're the devil's army, we're the devil's art
If hope is all I have
Just gas me where I stand
Thank God we live in interesting times
It doesn't hear me, it doesn't pay for me
It doesn't hold me or kiss me warm
And though it's always there when I need it there
In the end, it's just a song.
credits
from Song Foundry 3-Pack #014,
released April 15, 2022
Produced by Jed Davis
Music and lyrics by Jed Davis, published by Eschatonality/ASCAP
Jed Davis: vocals, piano
Al von Schaaf: guitar
Mike Keaney: bass
Anton Fig: drums
Travis Sullivan: alto sax
Sean Nowell: tenor sax
Jeff Hermanson: trumpet
Recorded live at the Bitter End, New York, NY
Mixed by Eric Jarvis
Mastered by Chris Hanzsek