I wrote this while studying in Budapest, Hungary a long time ago. Life before Skype, texting, and cell phones. It was a very gray place, indeed.
Lyrics
I am Here (aka "Smokestacks . . "
Smokestacks fill a dusty sky
And soot begins to speck my eye
- or is it that I need to cry of love and broken dreams?
My heart's been dropped many times before
And now I fear it's down once more
People like to walk a floor of feelings (it seems)
I had more colors than an artist tames
But I lost faith and I played games
To lose a picture - but keep the frame is a creature truly sad
My mind begins to twist and turn
Time and events until they burn
Right through my heart - will I ever learn
I'm really not all bad?
Chorus
And all the time I wander this city in a crowd
There is a voice beside me - and a whisper (so loud)
That "I am here . . .I am here to here you sing
of tears and fears, and joyous years
. . . and all that life can bring
Yes, I am here . . .I am here to show the way
Take you to tomorrow
Through love today . . love today.
From the best of friends the coldest cards are dealt
I fall through ice I thought would never melt
I often say/I've never felt
So low as today.
And who's to pick me up from here below?
Well, there's one friend left that I still know
When all the others are off to grow with greener grass away
Chorus
And all the time I wander this city in a crowd
There is a voice beside me - and a whisper (so loud)
That "I am here . . .I am here to here you sing
of tears and fears, and joyous years
. . . and all that life can bring
Yes, I am here . . .I am here to show the way
Take you to tomorrow
Through love today . . love today.