Hanging on, is one kind of peace
Holding the rail of a long steep stair Letting go is another kind, lifting your arms and falling, falling, falling into the air, into the air, into the air, Oh, my friend I so want to skip along the tops of the clouds with you Maybe it's destiny, you know? Cloud, clouds, get it? We'll figure out a visit, sometime I'm going to talk to someone soon and get things moving in my life cause this sitting still and holding on has gone on long enough has gone on long enough, gone on Sitting Dave, Sitting Dave. Oh the days I think of - are climbing up to the roof and talking with you And maybe the wind will come, take me. Take me - there Time may not leave you where - you want to be and I've washed up on some shores that aren't my own - But the sand is warm Hanging on, is one kind of peace Holding the rail of a long steep stair Letting go is another kind, Lifting your arms and falling, falling, falling into the air, Sitting Dave, Sitting Dave. Hanging on, is one kind of peace |
Sitting Dave was started as a joke! ...Really.
Dave, (a dear old friend (see him the picture area of the "Into the Air" page)) and I had been e-mailing back and forth, referring to earlier discussions, like, visiting each other, small planes in the clouds, frustrations with certain aspects of life etc. Well, Dave offered up the first few lines of a song Idea "hanging on is one kind of peace..." all the way up to, "in to the air". and then went on to respond to my previous e-mail. He signed it, like a "Dear Abbey" letter; Sitting Dave. So I picked up the guitar and started writing, as if the whole e-mail was meant to be the lyric. Mean, thumping eighth notes and chord that were supposed to sound heavy was also going to be part of the joke. I made a crude audio and sent it back to him for laughs (when I find that original audio, I'll post it - so check back). So, all the way up to the bridge, with the exception of two or three things (when he referred to me as Tom, I changed that to my friend, things like that) it was right out of the e-mail. |