Blank Pages, FDR Label, 2019.
Into The Ether
You are the tightest string that ties this all together.
Now I’ve become unraveled and completely frazzled without you.
You are the gravity that pulls my feet to the ground.
But now I’m floating in space and reaching for that place where I find you.
When every single piece of me explodes into the ether,
You’ve got the things to pull me back together.
You are the sticky glue that makes our story’s binding.
But now the pages torn out contain the verses all about my dreams of you.
When every single piece of me explodes into the ether,
You’ve got the things to pull me back together.
Let it Flow
It’s all aligned and perfectly designed
to achieve the exact results you get.
But one minor change, or anything rearranged
leads to something that hasn’t happened yet.
Not a single detail has been set.
So let it happen. Let it flow.
Let this take you wherever it wants to go.
Where time slows, inspiration grows
So let it flow right through you and into me.
Let it pick you up and float you down that stream.
Let it flow like a river to the sea.
Let it show me something that I couldn’t see.
Let it flow into me.
My thoughts are confined and painted in the lines
just the way the way I intended them to be.
When everything you know is lined up in a row,
there’s something off to the side you didn’t see.
Nothing in this life is guaranteed.
So let it happen. Let it flow.
Let this take you wherever it wants to go.
Where passion flows, inspiration grows.
So let it flow right through you and into me.
Let it pick you up and float you down that stream.
Let it flow like a river to the sea.
Let it show me something that I couldn’t see.
Let it flow into me.
Snapshots
An image of us is burned in my mind.
I’ve retouched it a thousand times.
Under streetlights l make out your face.
And in darkness, I go back to that place.
For all the times I’ve imagined that scene,
I don’t know if it was real or if it was a dream.
Do you remember? Have you been there, too?
Can you see me how I see you in these snapshots of my life?
The picture is faded but the feelings are clear.
I’m off in the distance but I see you right here.
Behind closed eyes I keep finding myself back in that place where I see you.
Can you see me in those snapshots of your life?
I wonder if they resemble mine.
Do I come into view?
I’ve imagined that I was there, too.
If one day you imagine that scene, would you look for me? I’m looking for you.
Would you remember? Could you go there, too?
Can you see me how I see you in these snapshots of your life?
The picture is faded but the feelings are clear.
I’m off in the distance but I see you right here.
Behind closed eyes I keep finding myself back in that place where I see you.
Can you see me in those snapshots of your life?
I’ve come back to that place where i see you.
Can you see me in these snapshots of your life?
The picture is faded but the feelings are clear.
I’m off in the distance but I see you right here.
Behind closed eyes I keep finding myself back in that place where I see you.
Can you see me in those snapshots of your life?
Welcome to the Unknown
Are we ourselves? Something’s slightly askew.
I’ve walked for miles with that stone in my shoe.
Is it better to know or have no knowledge of this?
Is ignorance really bliss?
Now I get it, we’ve been disarranged.
Again I’ve wandered into someplace strange.
It’s a familiar feeling. Welcome to the unknown.
No I’ve never been here, but it feels like home.
Are we writing directions to what happens next
or hiding clues beneath the text?
The new normal: uncertainty followed by doubt.
Time has a way of working things out.
Don’t rush into it. It could be right or wrong.
Let’s wait a minute to see what else comes along.
It’s a familiar feeling, welcome to the unknown.
No I’ve never been here, but it feels like home.
It’s just the same, everything’s changed.
Now it’s not the same, nothing has changed.
Now I get it, we’ve been disarranged.
Again I’ve wandered into someplace strange.
It’s a familiar feeling. Welcome to the unknown.
No I’ve never been here, but it feels like home.
It’s just the same, everything’s changed.
Now it’s not the same, nothing has changed.
All songs by Gregory C. Potter, Jr. Copyright 2019.