sometimes a room full of strangers
is better than a house crammed full of your friends
nobodies trying to dig, buy, steal, or cheat their way out of here
nobodies looking out to play pretend
and what’s to be, hey don't ask me for no favors
I’m pissed enough about this neighborhood I’m living in
they all try and see it through to the end but the only thing
that’s got my attention tonight, god damn it’s you
and I don't know what exactly I’ve done wrong
but my list of mistakes always growing, tonight it’s nine years long
but hell at least I aim for a little bit of honesty
there ain’t nobody else out there that loves you like me
there ain’t nobody else out there that's just like me
like ice on pavement, it burns cold then fades away
and all you've got to show is a row running down to the sewer
it was the right place at the wrong time, I hear that shit every other day
I wish we'd done what we did any other way
I wish I had the sense to look the other way
but sometimes that old courtyard full of my friends
is better than that stuck up house that you've been living in
nobody’s trying to dig me out from my philosophy
nobody’s convincing you that they can outdo me
nobody get’s in the way of you and me
it was the right place at the wrong time
start it up we’ll do it all again today
sometimes I still wonder what you'd say
and I wish we’d done what we did any other way
I wish I had the sense to ask you to stay
Edd Donovan's day job as a social worker brings a sense of empathy to his elegantly constructed political folk music. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 26, 2019