There’s no light on a firecracker-less night
Longing for the fourth of July
Back when we all were alive
Spread there in fields of families and good cheer
Blankets full of hope and cold beer
Looking up for a while
Every morning I arise and see your faces in the mirror looking back but it’s not quite enough
But later I can take a walk and see the traces of your touch when the sun has disappeared
I’m not asking why, early goodbyes have left their darkness on me
Your eternal light, fills up the sky,
kind of reminds me of the 4th of July
So far, pain has been the symbol of fate
It’s softer than the whisper of rain
Somehow it screams in my ears
I wish I could hear the firecrackers in bang
Children laughing, sparklers in hand
They’ve forgotten their tears
So come back, save the firecracker-less night,
Take me to a hill where we’ll lie
And watch the man made stars
credits
from In The Meantime,
released April 1, 2005
Tim Blane- Guitar, Vocals
Stewart Myers- Bass
Jim Collins- Drums
Daniel Clarke- Keys
Rex Richardson- Trumpet
Chris Keup- Producer
Stewart Myers- Engineer and Mixer
Fred Kevorkian- Mastering