eflections

(Spring 1988)
Words and Music by Mike Hering
Vocals arranged by Howard Scott.

Waking up ever so slowly,
Mid-afternoon sun shining brightly.
Draggin’ my brain, reach for a cigarette.
Life seeps to my eyes, not fully aware yet.
Flowers in full bloom, wind blowin’ lightly;
I wish I could dry up and blow away.

Chorus
The wind would pick me up and cradle me
To far away places, far from friend and family.
As one with nature, experience reality:
It’s calmness, moderation and fury.

Rain falling, spotting the earth.
Clouds surrounding, encircling its girth.
Washing the pavement, colors give birth
To an endless void of shades and hues:
Green, orange, red and blues.
I wish I could dry up and blow away.

Chorus

Solo

Sun sets, burning like an ember.
Headlights glow in artificial splendor.
Porch lights flicker on, then speed by the side.
The speedometer crawls toward sixty-five.
Twelve o’clock, many give in to sleep, surrender.
Wish I could dry up and blow away.

Chorus (and fade)

Notes: Mike wrote this one while sitting in a booth at Libby's Restaurant while bugging Rose for more coffee and waving me down as I came through the door. He hummed. I sang. We rejoiced. We recorded. Many times. "God, that song never ended."

Copyright 2002, Kick Me Hard