I've grown tired of my friends,
always redirecting plans.
I'll be at your place by ten,
I'll be out of work by then.
Maybe another day,
you see my girlfriend's been away,
I don't feel inspired right now,
save the songwriting for
when we're all a bit rested.
I feel sorry for my friends.
You know, they lead demanding lives.
It must be such hard work,
to return missed calls
and shoulder some ambition.
I probably shouldn't talk.
But, it's safe to say that,
I've really been trying.
I thought you should know,
there isn't a day where I don't think about you.
In our younger years, this couldn't happen.
Why do people let this happen?
I'm content with growing old.
I am set to place the past behind me.
No longer am I sold,
to the habits that controlled me in my youth.
I have made a list of plans,
and I fully intend on going through with them.
1. I'm going to wake up on time and start out fresh.
2. Buy new clothes and look my best.
3. I'm going to wear good shoes and change my socks.
4. I'm going to watch the road and be cautious of my steps.
5. I'm going to practice hard.
6. Eat real well.
7. I won't complain.
8. I'll appreciate my parents.
9. I'm going to stand up straight and take my time.
10. I'm going to see the world as God created.
11. I won't look for love or depend on it.
12. I'll let life take its chosen course.
I know I can't predict the end, so I will have to settle for a beginning.
You were my brother when I was without one,
you lived across the fence.
We spoke secrets, juvie romantics, funny what kid's say.
And when I moved out, I found a neighbor,
I could share my family with.
Although you're still here, we talk very seldom,
and I'm probably to blame.
Since fifth grade I could wake up
on my best friends open bed.
We'd spend hours, just talking,
on his backyard trampoline.
Then came high school, you were the first girl,
I could speak to on the phone.
We listened to Beatles, and I really liked you,
you were the closest thing I knew.
There was this new kid, I really looked up to,
you know I envied your pursuits.
You lived in Florida, but stayed here with us,
and you kind of grew on me.
There was another who had things together,
she learned a lot from life.
And she taught me to be careful,
and to never lose my sight.
And through an art class I discovered an abstract,
an all around great girl.
You were my first love, and I won't forget that,
so thank-you for two years.
I was a senior, when we re-united,
and you introduced your band.
We made music, yeah, we were committed,
in more ways than one.
Then in college, you made me smile,
and you told me how it is
You had a big heart, and you left it with me,
and I am in your debt.
The point that I'm making is everyone changes.
Some get left behind.
If you're even listening, just know that I love you,
no matter where we go.
credits
from More Than Skies,
released March 24, 2015
Adam James - Vox, Guitar, Bass, Piano, Mandolin, Percussion.
Dylan Ebrahimian - Violin
Jiliane Russo - Cello
Philip Corso - Drums
Recorded by Adam James.
Mixed by Bradley Francis Cordaro.
Mastered by Dan Coutant.
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