May As Well Be An Ocean Between
written by: Jak Locke
written by: Jak Locke
version 1:
from Already Fading On Some Horizon (February 5th 2003) (2:43)
Ridin down a lonesome rail with my new set of eyes
Talkin to myself about the treasure I let die
For she can't hear a thing I say and now I'm good as gone away
Waitin for the moon to rise and kissin off the past
I'm talkin to the walls about the love I thought would last
But she can't hear a thing I say and now I'm good as gone away
Writin songs of solitude in moody empty rooms
Repetitions fill my ears as echo voices croon
But she can't read a thing I write, silent as the sunrise light
Thinkin loud and actin proud about a hope gone bad
Leanin on a baseless prayer that I'll keep what I had
For she won't hear a thing I say and I can't change nothing anyway
Talkin to myself about the treasure I let die
For she can't hear a thing I say and now I'm good as gone away
Waitin for the moon to rise and kissin off the past
I'm talkin to the walls about the love I thought would last
But she can't hear a thing I say and now I'm good as gone away
Writin songs of solitude in moody empty rooms
Repetitions fill my ears as echo voices croon
But she can't read a thing I write, silent as the sunrise light
Thinkin loud and actin proud about a hope gone bad
Leanin on a baseless prayer that I'll keep what I had
For she won't hear a thing I say and I can't change nothing anyway
version 2:
from 365 Eulogies (March 26th 2012) (2:06)
Riding down a lonesome rail with my new set of eyes
Talking to myself about the treasure I let die
For she won't hear a thing I say and now I'm good as gone away
Writing songs of solitude in moody empty rooms
Repetitions fill my ears as echo voices croon
But she won't read a thing I write, silent as the sunrise light
Waiting for the moon to rise and kissing off the past
I'm talking to the walls about the love I thought would last
But she won't hear a thing I say and now I'm good as gone away
Talking to myself about the treasure I let die
For she won't hear a thing I say and now I'm good as gone away
Writing songs of solitude in moody empty rooms
Repetitions fill my ears as echo voices croon
But she won't read a thing I write, silent as the sunrise light
Waiting for the moon to rise and kissing off the past
I'm talking to the walls about the love I thought would last
But she won't hear a thing I say and now I'm good as gone away
earliest live performance: October 17th 2002