I wrote this in my teens. Then last week I was walking and the tune came back to me, but with different lyrics. I merged the two song versions into one, and my music friend, Vito, mixed it into the rather lovely piece you can hear by pressing play.
I wrote this in my teens, but not with mostly different lyrics.
Pick up rocks on a sandy beach,
With no other eye to see.
All that mattered were my feet in the sand,
The rock in my hand and me!
Suddenly that easy way to see,
Became so hard to find,
Won't you come along and rescue me,
While there still is time.
'Cause this time around,
Yeah, this time around,
Things look different to me.
Part of my heart keeps drifting back,
To any day that isn't today.
Mind over matter but I can't keep track,
Of what it is I wanted to say.
Picking up tunes and laying them down,
With no other ear to hear.
All that mattered was the rock song part,
The tune in my heart so clear!
Suddenly that easy road of life,
Became an uphill climb,
I feel like I'm singing in a sound proof booth,
With no way to keep in time!
'Cause this time around,
Yeah, this time around,
Things look different to me.