When I Call Your Name

Written while living in the Breslin Hotel at Tin Pan Alley, on MLKing Day
Appears on the album "It's All True"
©2000 There's Been A Publishing, ASCAP

There once was a man;
Lonely and gray.
And people conceded that his worth had seen it's day.
His workroom was filled
With marble and stone
He lived by the ocean in a light house all alone.

When I call your name I don't get the answer that I'm hoping for.
When I call your name, why do I expect you to walk through that door?
What I say out loud while walking on 28th Street in the rain.
It's a better world but I feel the same.

Deep in the woods;
Sharing our minds
I tell you mad stories and you turn the into rhymes.
And when we return
You play the machine.
I watch your reflection in the blackened TV screen.

(chorus)

The candles were cheep;
A holliday set.
They drip on the sea shells from the year when we first met.
I watch them tear up.
There's nothing to do.
Everything's halted until I hear from you.

(chorus)

The old man looked up.
The croud had arrived.
He climbed to his tower what would be the final time.
With torches they came
And broke the door down.
The old man was dead there but no sculpture could be found.