by Brian Gundersdorf
Featuring Kristen Jones on cello
I’ve played the game now
I’ve flown a glow in the dark kite
on a moonless windy night
Saw stars Baltimore has blocked out with its red polluted light
I’ve eaten dried and packaged foods
from the rest stops on the right
I've watched Boston leave my sight
I've taken 95, 93, 90, 91 and 9
Why do I get so caught up
in the search for something new
when something’s never happened it’s the hardest thing to prove
that same age old conclusion is the only one I drew
when I die I hope there’s something left to do
Suburbia
is the cradle of my life
my parents taught me right
still I picked up the guitar and rock and rolled all night
I’ve seen hillsides
of people holding lights
and signaling I’m right
and that everything I did I had some reason why
Why do I get so caught up
in the search for something new
when something’s never happened it’s the hardest thing to prove
that same age old conclusion is the only one I drew
when I die I hope there’s something left to do
When I die I hope there’s cello playing
kids obeying every saying
jesus ever gave when he was young and misbehaved
if there’s crying if there’s praying
I hope its just that cellist making
music shake their stomachs
just by doing what she’s practiced every day
I’ve played the game now
I don’t know what’s coming next
it may not be that complex
it might be my final chance to truly get some rest
its an enigmatic friend
its a puzzle to be solved
its a quart of alcohol
with an answer at the bottom I’m too sober to recall
maybe all the things I've made up
and the things I know are true
and the things I think I might know
but that I could never prove
and every atom that I’m made of
is gonna stay here when I’m through
and they’ll yell checkmate, cause they can’t see my next move
but when something’s never happened...
Why do I get so caught up
in the search for something new
when something’s never happened it’s the hardest thing to prove
that same age old conclusion is the only one I drew
when I die I hope there’s something left to do
when something’s never happened it’s the hardest thing to prove.