Nouveau Western
A highly unimportant day
Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over Manhattan
In a downtown far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a crowd
The city was slow and tired
The Wall Street boys wearing their ties around their neck
like boxer's towels after a fight
Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
Looked at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it
Who's that, what's that, what do you mean
I'll never know where I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that, gimme your name
3rd of June, end of game<
Vessel
Some days you feel like giving up
Staring into the empty cup
Loneliness is no reward for losing
Another promise broken
And one more useless token
So many ways to lose as there is for choosing.
Falling and speechless, alone and then
Laughing at secrets of hope again.
Love comes for some like a fool's gold
Some keep searching for something shining to have and to hold
Mining for TRUE GOLD
Trying to find TRUE GOLD
Truth and lies fall into the heart
The two are hard to tell apart
Something true is all you're thinking of
Sometimes it seems like too much to ask
Such an ill-forsaken task
That's just trying to find someone to love
Falling and speechless, alone and then
Laughing at secrets of hope again.
Love comes for some like a fool's gold
Some keep searching for something shining to have and to hold
Mining for TRUE GOLD
Trying to find TRUE GOLD
French horn - Jeff de Rosa