Drops on the window proclaim
Another lachrymose day;
Eons since sun shone warmly on my face.
Another long night on the train
Passing towns long ago broken by change.
Memories behind me like abandoned stations, never to be used again.
Hours consumed in thoughtless stagnation, staring at the rain.
I watch my empty reflection
Wet with tears (or is it rain?)
Heading for the ocean once again.
If I get to my destination
Will the sun begin to shine
And take all these teardrops to the sky?
Will I find hope there, or desperation? Should I get off the train?
Should I stay dry here or stand in the deluge made clean by the rain?
Copyright 2006, 2015 Damian DeMarco
Dusted one off from our first album. Decided to give it the studio treatment in homage to the first time I laid it recorded it to a Fostex 4-track cassette machine. It makes me feel good to know I am much better at the process. Main concern here is the vocals. I have not added any effects. Keep them dry or add some reverb? All feedback is appreciated.