Jerry Falzone: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

The morning sun is shinning bright I’ve been sleeping for awhile
If I could open up my eyes I’d see a thousand miles
But nothing’s ever quite so clear as what’s been left behind
The distant days that seem so dear have nearly left me blind, left me blind

Nothing ever mattered like this guitar in my hand
Or all those wasted midnights when I tried to make my stand
Riding trains or flying planes, driving in my car
Only took me farther from the place, the place where you are, where you are

No matter what I try to do
Nothing else compares to you
Baby I am Coming Home, Home To You

The afternoon is burning like a blowtorch through my mind
But the anger from last evening has started to subside
I could have a drink or two and maybe I’d unwind
But my vision’s far to clear for that and you are far to kind, far to kind

I can almost feel the rolling of the scenery out back
The porter he is calling for another change of track
Someone right behind me’s blowing smoke rings from his mouth
Me I’m waiting patiently, I’m waiting to get out and get to you, Home To You

No matter what I try to do
Nothing else compares to you
Baby I am Coming Home, Home To You

The evening sun is dying red with Memphis to my right
The land where Elvis taught us all too clearly see the light
Sometimes I swear I feel all his music in my veins
But tonight I’m only all shook up with you inside my brain, in my brain, in my brain

No matter what I try to do
Nothing else compares to you
Baby I am Coming Home, Home To You