Hi all,
This is only the second time I have ever attempted lyrics, so any and all advice is appreciated. I feel this should be on guitar, maybe with some quiet acc in the background. Haven't decided if chorus should move up, and an instrumental break of some kind is needed. The story of a lost soul:
Waiting for Life to Begin.
A man sits alone, not moving at all,
Trying to stop the clock on the wall
His eyes are covered by a fifty-year haze
Some from the bottle, and some from the days.
He's holding a picture from when he was clay,
To be molded by time, to be set on his way
A frightened young boy, his eyes to the sky
Looks out at himself as if to ask 'Why'?
(Chorus)
He hoped for a chance all the way to amend
He searched for a guide, he searched for a friend
But his body got older,
His dreams all got colder
He's still waiting for life to begin
He opens another, to chase off the years,
The ghost of his marriage, the salt of his tears
His dreams in the wind, his hands letting go
One sunset too many, when "yes" became "no"
(Chorus)
A man sits alone, not moving at all,
Trying to stop the clock on the wall.....
@2004 C. Harding
This is only the second time I have ever attempted lyrics, so any and all advice is appreciated. I feel this should be on guitar, maybe with some quiet acc in the background. Haven't decided if chorus should move up, and an instrumental break of some kind is needed. The story of a lost soul:
Waiting for Life to Begin.
A man sits alone, not moving at all,
Trying to stop the clock on the wall
His eyes are covered by a fifty-year haze
Some from the bottle, and some from the days.
He's holding a picture from when he was clay,
To be molded by time, to be set on his way
A frightened young boy, his eyes to the sky
Looks out at himself as if to ask 'Why'?
(Chorus)
He hoped for a chance all the way to amend
He searched for a guide, he searched for a friend
But his body got older,
His dreams all got colder
He's still waiting for life to begin
He opens another, to chase off the years,
The ghost of his marriage, the salt of his tears
His dreams in the wind, his hands letting go
One sunset too many, when "yes" became "no"
(Chorus)
A man sits alone, not moving at all,
Trying to stop the clock on the wall.....
@2004 C. Harding