Did I, just imagine all of this?
Did I ever truly exist
In my mind or crumpled here in my fist
Did I just imagine all of this?
I never asked for much
Or held out my hand
A bus ticket to New York City made me a man
I needed more, than I ever received
To be heard and to be seen
Chorus:
Bridge: The burning red glow of a cigarette's ash
the voice wants to know
when I'll be back
I don't really know
Walking down the street keeping time with my feet
sing a little song to
take me far far away from here
Is that all there is
No final words
Just the same old far away eyes and emotions stirred
I needed more
Than she ever gave
A glance from the window and sometimes a wave
© 2000 Burt Street Music(BMI)
Words and music by Michael Veitch
14 Oriole Drive, Woodstock, NY 12498 (845)679-1108
MVEITCH@aol.com