Let Falling Stars . . .

words & music © by Geoff Bartley 1997
Published by Joshua Omar's Music BMI
All Rights Reserved

Everything's gone that happened yesterday
I barely recall the young and simple things we did
Maybe I've lost more of my memory
Or maybe there's too much useless noise inside my head

I wish I knew more of what's called the common touch
I fall into bed and fight off hot and angry tears
Watching the boy I once was surely disappearing
Rememb'ring you in my arms our bodies joined like hemispheres

But I will leave this all behind
Give my possessions to the people in the square
To follow the railroads and the rivers
Let falling stars get tangled in my hair... tangled in my hair

And as a one-eyed man becomes a king
Wand'ring into the land where blind men lead the blind
Wouldn't I take your hand and sit down at the loom again
To gather up all the threads that bind your life to mine?

And I will leave this all behind
Give my possessions to the people in the square
To follow the railroads and the rivers
Let falling stars get tangled in my hair... tangled in my hair

And at the end we stand with open hands
Maybe this tattooed man's the only living trace
Of the paradise I found beneath your cotton dresses
And of daring to live our lives with the same wild grace!

But I will leave this all behind
Give my possessions to the people in the square
To follow the railroads and the rivers
Let falling stars get tangled in my hair... tangled in my hair

One Kind Word

track 12

Mike Rivard; upright bass & fretless electric bass guitar
Billy Novick; transverse wooden flute & pennywhistle
Seth Connelly; piano, lap steel
Jennifer Kimball & John Gorka; backing vocals
Geoff; vocal, high-string 1971 Martin D-35 in Dropped D tuning, no capo, key of G