Title: Remsen St.

Artist: P J Loughran

Sitting here beside myself taking time
Replaying these moments that you remind
I’m floating three feet higher then I was a week before
I’m still sorting through these feelings so sublime

And you’ve opened my eyes
I’m not as clean as I thought I’d seem to you
And my slick tongue is tied
Strap yourself in and lets ride


Down past Remsen St.

You and I sit alone by the bay
Replaying these parts we used to play
and sometimes the philosopher can learn from the listener
so talk to me, I have nothing to say

And you’ve opened my eyes
I’m not as clean as I thought I’d seem to you
And my slick tongue is tied
Strap yourself in and lets ride


Down past Remsen St.

And here we are again, face to face
And it seems that I’m the one who's made a mess of things this time
And all these overworked apologies seem wasted


But, oh, don’t you know
That you make up the best of me
And if anything,
If anything,

if anything is love
then it is what we had

and had again...