A New Song

This song came to me in a songwriting group, led by Peter Mulvey. For me, the man is a catalyst. He hummed the melody and played a bouncy accompaniment and I heard the word careful. The rest of the lyrics are below. You can hear a recording here


You’re about to get an earful  
Or even get a mouthful  
And wouldn’t that suck?  

You’re not  
The only story at the bus stop  
The only one who needs a day off  
You’re the loud one on the phone  

I know  
I’m the one who’s got the headphones  
With the monologue of my own  
But it’s the one that I chose  

I’m not  
Trying to keep you within earshot  
So I’m applying earblock  
To hear myself think  

Take me  
Where I can think clearly  
And maybe  
I won’t mind my mind  

This city  
Where everybody sits near me  
And I’m learning how to sit beside myself  

Tell me  
Who’s the tallest in your family  
Who’s carrying a baby  
Who’s carrying grief  
Me, I was an ocean in my past life  
I don’t know why I look away  
When people wave