From the recording Words in the Wind


Words in the Wind

Home is made of hope and mortar
Steadfast so it seems
Tears fall down like bitter rain
And pain erodes those dreams

Promises echo like words in the wind
Sounding so hollow
Telling me let go, start over again
Maybe tomorrow

Once upon a time I held you
How was I to know
Just when I thought our time had come
You’d be the one who would go

Thought I heard the words for ever
As in for all time
Failed to realize the lips
That spoke those words were mine

© Richard Eppedio and C.R. Keyser-Posner/Smokesongs Ltd.