Here’s an exercise in forced creativity. Recorded the music before I wrote the lyrics, which I haven’t done in years. Again, experimenting with a new program and trying to figure things out.
Too Late Gone
I don’t wanna kiss you yet
I think I’d rather stay like this
And get along with you
At least til the winter time
When it’s too damn cold to go outside
I could listen to you just to pass the time
But it’s too late gone
I like your laugh I like your hair
Even the glasses you sometimes wear
When you just can’t see
It’s all perfection to me
I don’t know what else to say
I could listen to you for days
But it’s too late gone
