They say that you came in from the cold
just as the world was sold
And trying to walk the streets you'd known
you found that the last of life was gone
And now that we've finally lost this frame
there'll be no chance to start again
But calm we can be as we lie down
for knowing the end was all around
So turn your back on things you might have said before
No one's here to hear your call
Millions of moments left to dust
And all of them in trust
To a life we might think of just as one
Witnessed by one abiding sun
"Wait! by the door that I built for you
I'll be gone just a week or two,
perhaps a few
If we could be silent for one day
it might help with the things we say
I'm sorry hey"
And now that the burning leaves do fall
you come home to be alone
And when those leaves have blown away
it might be we'll start another day
So fell your fear - let it crash around your ears
And hark back to those times we loved
Just for a moment, please give me back
those times we loved
Pretty much the first recording Ned ever made, playing guitar on the debut album from Tim Pledger's wonderful and long running free-jazz project. Ned Collette
The Los Angeles-based indie rock artist's first full-length album is inspired by songwriters like Glen Campbell and George Harrison. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2020