This one came out of a pre-coffee pensive moment. I write a lot of songs about impatience, youth, and lately the passing of time. I think this is the first time I’ve written about all three in one song.
It’s also been way too long since I did a piano/vocal song… no drums, no loops, no “Ebel Tabernacle Choir” as Pepper Coyote put it.
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Lyrics:
When will it be my time to shine? Surpass the bounds of my design. My fruit is rotting on the vine, All that will last is earth and twine.When will it be my time? When will it be my time? When will it be my time to shine?(Bridge)When will it be my time to heal? These phantom limbs that I can feel. No heart, no fire, no sex appeal, No fate except what I can steal.When will it be my time? When will it be my time? When will it be my time to heal?(Bridge)When will it be my time to rest? To reap the sweat that I invest?When will it be my time? When will it be my time? When will it be my time to rest?
