Jeff Litman - Maine - Studio Version
- 13 years ago
http://www.jefflitmanmusic.com Maine: studio version from Jeff Litman's 2009 release, Postscript.
In a lazy old new england town
I found myself back in my former life.
But the summer’s heat was not so sweet,
the pilgrims’ hats were not so black and white.
And when the winds of change had blown,
I found myself without a home at night.
All those crazy aspirations,
had to cut their respiration off and die.
No, you can’t go home
when everything’s been blown.
So I’ll just scratch the epitaph,
It’s all gonna be ok.
And I’ll leave that silly pipe dream up in Maine.
Well, I came with nothing else to do,
to keep myself from drifting back to you.
But I know it’s useless to pretend,
to rend my garments just to see it through.
So I guess I’ll just jump off the tracks,
and then there ain’t no turning back to do.
All this ceaseless circling to the past,
this carousel has faded out of use.
And no you can’t go home
when everything’s been blown.
So I’ll just scratch the epitaph,
It’s all gonna be ok.
And, I’ll leave that silly pipe dream up in Maine.
How long, how long
must I hold on?
when it feels so wrong,
gonna take this weight off now and I’ll be gone.
Now some will say, back up in Maine
that I wasn’t cut out for chopping wood.
But, I got no spite, they might be right
I wouldn’t change things even if I could.
Well, the time has passed for looking back,
the paint is dry, there’s nothing I can change.
So I’ll stake my lot on what is not,
the future that is all mine to arrange.
No, you can’t go home
when everything’s been blown.
So I’ll just scratch the epitaph,
It’s all gonna be ok.
And, I’ll leave that silly pipe dream up in Maine.
Jeff Litman: vocals, gutiars, piano, organ
Kelly Jones: vocals
Andy Thompson: drums, violin, mandolin, background vocals
Eric Struve: bass
Written by Jef f Litman
©2008 Born Enormous Music (BMI)
All Rights Reserved.
In a lazy old new england town
I found myself back in my former life.
But the summer’s heat was not so sweet,
the pilgrims’ hats were not so black and white.
And when the winds of change had blown,
I found myself without a home at night.
All those crazy aspirations,
had to cut their respiration off and die.
No, you can’t go home
when everything’s been blown.
So I’ll just scratch the epitaph,
It’s all gonna be ok.
And I’ll leave that silly pipe dream up in Maine.
Well, I came with nothing else to do,
to keep myself from drifting back to you.
But I know it’s useless to pretend,
to rend my garments just to see it through.
So I guess I’ll just jump off the tracks,
and then there ain’t no turning back to do.
All this ceaseless circling to the past,
this carousel has faded out of use.
And no you can’t go home
when everything’s been blown.
So I’ll just scratch the epitaph,
It’s all gonna be ok.
And, I’ll leave that silly pipe dream up in Maine.
How long, how long
must I hold on?
when it feels so wrong,
gonna take this weight off now and I’ll be gone.
Now some will say, back up in Maine
that I wasn’t cut out for chopping wood.
But, I got no spite, they might be right
I wouldn’t change things even if I could.
Well, the time has passed for looking back,
the paint is dry, there’s nothing I can change.
So I’ll stake my lot on what is not,
the future that is all mine to arrange.
No, you can’t go home
when everything’s been blown.
So I’ll just scratch the epitaph,
It’s all gonna be ok.
And, I’ll leave that silly pipe dream up in Maine.
Jeff Litman: vocals, gutiars, piano, organ
Kelly Jones: vocals
Andy Thompson: drums, violin, mandolin, background vocals
Eric Struve: bass
Written by Jef f Litman
©2008 Born Enormous Music (BMI)
All Rights Reserved.