SONGS IN (MOSTLY) ALPHABETICAL ORDER IF I WERE A BOTTLE* by Samantha Elin ©2010*First-Place Winner for Lyrics, American Songwriter Magazine, Sept./Oct. 2018 Samantha Elin — Vocals; Bob Gothar — Guitars, Dobro; Arranged by Bob Gothar; Recorded and Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, and Mastered by Matt ForgerIf I were a bottle of tequila Would you love me then Would you dance with me through the town ‘Til the moon’s untimely end If I were a bottle of red wine Would you want me every night Would you rush on home to see me In the glow of firelight Would you lie atop a hill Staring at the sky Would your fingers trace my neck As stars came sailing by If I were a silver flask of whiskey Would you keep me close to your chest Would your lips hover so near I’d always feel your warm breathIf I were a shot glass of bourbon Would you feel mellow and kind Or would you hold on so tight Afraid love would unwind Would you lie atop a hill Staring at the sky Would your fingers trace my neck As stars came sailing by If I were a bottle of tequila Would you love me then * * * * * * * AS THE NIGHT WORE ON Music by Danny Faragher; Lyrics by Samantha Elin/Danny Faragher ©2008Danny Faragher - Vocals, Piano, Harmonica; Samantha Elin - Vocals; Bob Gothar - Guitar, Bass; Don Heffington - Drums; Arranged by Danny Faragher; Recorded and Mixed by Bryan Faragher at The Blue Print Sound, Los Angeles, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger The cold wind of loneliness blew me through the door I slumped over a table, boots on a sawdust floor Smiling women came and went like many times before Then she floated in wingless and sad She thought I was an artist by the earring that I wore I thought she was an angel fallen at my door We called each other soul mates, we danced across the floor And I held her soft hand in mine But as the night wore on and the drinks wore off Our love wore down, we’d had enough Thought we were seeing what was clear and real But with the morning came the truth revealed Two broken people seeking refuge in the night High on the feeling this time they’d get it right But as we kissed and held each other until the early light My mind whispered it’s only a dream For as the night wore on and the drinks wore off Our love wore down, we’d had enough Thought we were seeing what was clear and real But with the morning came the truth revealed It was just too good to be true Too good to be true Woke up to a lazy sun yawning its hello Backs to each other, now it’s time to go Outside sweet music’s playing but inside a cold wind blows Nothing’s ever what it seems And as the night wore on and the drinks wore off Our love wore down, we’d had enough Thought we were seeing what was clear and real But with the morning came the truth revealed Thought we were seeing what was clear and real But with the morning came the truth revealed * * * * * * * CLOSED FOR RENOVATION Music by Samantha Elin/Howard Yearwood; Lyrics by Samantha Elin ©2006 Karen Tobin — Vocals; Howard Yearwood — Guitars, Mandolin, Bass; Don Heffington — Drums; Arranged by Howard Yearwood; Recorded and Mixed by Brian Soucy, Sunnyland Productions, Sherman Oaks, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger I’ve been hearing talk you’re itchin’ to ask me for my number But there’s just one thing I think you ought to know The doorway to my heart’s no longer open Boarded up, drive the nails in slow You can pick me all the flowers by the river Send me letters long and true I’ll still hang a sign across my heart Paint the words in tears of blue This heart is closed for renovation Shut down for repair Tearing down the memories that settled there Closed for renovation Shut down for repair When I was young, love came so fast and easy Like a rush of whiskey to the head But long ago a drifter slowed my restless heart Winter came, he left my heart for deadYou can bring me a silver locket with your picture Buy me a dress soft and new I'll still hang a sign across my heart Paint the words in tears of blue This heart is closed for renovation Shut down for repair Tearing down the memories that settled there Closed for renovation Shut down for repair I’ve been hearing talk you’re itchin to ask me for my number But there’s just one thing I think you ought to know * * * * * * * CORPORATIONS DON'T OWN US ANYMORE by Samantha Elin ©2011 Samantha Elin - Vocals; Bob Gothar - Vocals, Guitar, Mandolin, Tambourine; Recorded and Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA Corporations don’t own us anymore Corporations don’t own us anymore They don’t own us anymore The gates are open, hear us roar Corporations don’t own us anymore We’re not gonna sit around and wait for things to change Not gonna sit around and wait for things to change We’re not gonna wait around for change We’re gonna rattle the banker’s cage Not gonna sit around and wait for things to change Cuz 99 percent can’t be wrong Ninety-nine percent of us can’t be wrong We can’t all be wrong So don’t tell us to move along Ninety-nine percent can’t be wrong Gonna stay out here as long as we should We’re gonna stay out here as long as we should Gonna stay as long as we should Until Wall Street makes good We’re gonna stay out here as long as we should Uniforms won’t scare us away Uniforms won’t scare us away They won’t scare us away We’ll be back the next day Uniforms won’t scare us away Left, right, center, we’re here as one Left, right, center, we’re all here as one Left, right, center, we’re here as one The oligarchy is over and done Left, right, center, we’re all here as one Cuz rich men’s money don’t ever trickle down Rich men’s money don’t ever trickle down The money don’t trickle down In an economy built by clowns Rich men’s money don’t ever trickle down Corporations own most everything Corporations, they own most everything They own most everything Newspapers, government and TV Corporations own most everything But corporations don’t own us anymore Corporations don’t own us anymore They don’t own us anymore The gates are open, hear us roar Corporations don’t own us anymore No, corporations don’t own us anymore * * * * * * * CUT THE WIRE by Samantha Elin © 2012 Samantha Elin - Vocals; Bob Gothar - Guitars, Bass, Drums; Danny Faragher - Trumpet; Arranged by Bob Gothar; Recorded by Samantha Elin at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, with thanks to Gary Griffin, and Mixed and Mastered by Matt Forger You catch a plane back East To your home that’s not your home The next seat is empty You stretch out all alone Touch down on winter ground Single file out the door Your shoes feel too tight Your head’s a grinding sore No one’s waiting for you Like a hundred times before You wish things were different Different somehow You look up a woman You left behind so long ago To come out West to star In your own imagined show But the stars, they’ve all faded And the music has slowed She gave up a life of children And married someone old She watches him at night And prays for his last breath You wish it had been different Different somehow In California a lady lives Beside a muddy lake She keeps butterflies under glass For boredom’s sake She’s pinned your yellow stripes And squashed your soul and heart You’re only for display Trapping’s her fine art You struggle to move But it’s really of no use If only things were different Different somehow You wonder if it’s too late for you If the light’s gone dim You know, things could be different Different somehow Calling, calling, calling, calling, calling She keeps calling, calling, calling, calling, calling Hang up the line, hang up the line Hang up the line, cut the wire * * * * * * * DREAM OF A BETTER DAY Music by Hirth Martinez; Lyrics by Samantha Elin ©2009 Hirth Martinez - Vocals, Guitars; Recorded at Hirth's Castle by Samantha Elin; Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger Forty years Ed worked, punching in, clocking out, Barely caught the last train heading home He’d lean his tired head against the icy window Trying hard to forget he was alone His cheap blue tie left a deepening crease around his neck In his old wool suit, he could hardly breathe But he imagined a day they’d send him off With a gold watch and a cuff link for his sleeve Well, he could dream Silvie rose with the moon, she dressed by silver lightIn a hairnet and a pair of comfortable shoes A midnight train and a bus or two drove her to that place Where the machinery hums the nowhere blues Her kids were always telling her, “Your time has come and gone, Mama, you know what we mean” But she imagined a day a man would sense her grace And she’d finally find the love she’d never seen Well, she could dream  Dream of a better day Somehow another way Of a destiny so kind Fortune may collapse and fall As sudden as a summer squall But love, love will always shine A cold November morning, sky a chalky grey Like any other weekday Ed was sure He huddled at his corner desk, his boss showed him the door It was just about all Ed could endure He trudged back to the station, thinking to himself: The times, they’re getting quite lean But he imagined a day their cries would be heard And he’d no longer have to struggle upstream Well, he could dream The machines sputtered to a halt with the breaking light Silvie rushed to catch the 8:05 Her leg lightly brushed Ed’s outward knee As he watched her float down the aisle Time had gently carved rivulets across her face A calmness lay around her he could feel They imagined a day they’d drive away Clutching each other close, one hand on the wheel Well, they could dream Dream of a better day Somehow another way Of a destiny so kind Fortune may collapse and fall As sudden as a summer squall But love, love will always shine Love will always shine* * * * * * * FOREVER HERE (KISS ME) by Samantha Elin ©2015 Samantha Elin-Vocals; Bob Gothar-Ukelele, Bass, Vocals; Dan McNamara-Xylophone; Arranged by Bob Gothar; Recorded and Mixed by Dan McNamara at The Jingle Factory, Sherman Oaks, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger Sitting on a fence just wasting time I don't know what you got in mind But I don't care We could sit forever here Sharing two apples after dark The sun comes up and work will start But I don't care We could share forever here Kiss me, slide over and kiss me Kiss me one-two-three Put your hand upon my knee Canoeing down a river in a boat for two The catch is bad and the fish are through But I don't care We could canoe forever here  Kiss me, boy how you kiss me Kiss me, une deux trois Votre main sur mon genou We're sitting on a fence just wasting time I know what you got in mind But I don't care We could sit forever here No I, no I don't care We could love forever here Forever here.................Kiss me (whispered) * * * * * * * GHOST by Samantha Elin/Brad Swanson ©2010 Nicole Gordon — Vocals; Brad Swanson — Keyboards, Strings Programming; Arranged by Brad Swanson; Recorded and Mixed by Brad Swanson at SwanSound Music, Woodland Hills, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger You take another sip from your coffee cup Turn another page but you never look up I’m starting to wonder if I’m still alive Cuz I can’t seem to reach across this divide Am I a ghost in my own house I can’t recall the last time you noticed me at all Is there an us left to be saved Two troubled souls trapped in a maze And if the bed were bare of sheets where I once laid Would you care that I was gone or let my memory fade? Am I ghost in my own houseCuz I can't recallThe last time you noticed me at allCan you hear me Can you see me Don’t let me disappear Am I a ghost in my own house Cuz I can’t recall The last time you noticed me at all Floating through walls was never enough You didn’t even notice I’d fallen out of love * * * * * * * GOLD-DIGGIN' MAN by Samantha Elin ©2007, 2011 John Cowsill - Vocals; Bob Gothar - Guitars, Mandolin, Banjo, Bass, Tambourine; Dan McNamara - Drums; Arranged by Bob Gothar; Recorded and Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, and by Dan McNamara at The Jingle Factory, Sherman Oaks, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger The early light cut through a torn curtain Lit his wife’s hair a fiery gold He left her side to see if the kids were still dreaming He shivered hard in the brazen cold Slipped down to the basement, and he pulled out a shovel Splinters tore through his calloused hands Then he snuck out back to finish what his great-granddaddy started He was a silver-seekin’, gold-diggin’ man He worked until his arms ached and the sweat flew off his shoulders Threw down his shovel to catch one breath His kids didn’t understand him and his wife turned a blind eye The neighbors, they shrugged and turned their heads But his will knew no boundaries and his faith was like floodwater That swells deeper as it hits the dam And the dirt piled all around him as he dug his life away He was a silver-seekin’, gold-diggin’ man He’d dig a hole to China, at least New Mexico He’d give his soul for riches far below His future shimmered bright, gold dust between his toes The metal rods that shook, they told him so His great-granddaddy rode West in 1848 Empty pockets, big dreams all he had Miners cried “Eureka,” greed grew strong and fast His best friend shot him in the back The days rambled on and the sun sank soft and low Everett Dunn felt closer to the prize But his fate would soon appear in the guise of uniforms Wild dreams the laws often despise The men carried folders with papers signed and stamped Citing Mr. Dunn with misuse of his land Backyards are for mowing, not mining they told him The silver-seekin', gold-diggin' man On a quiet Sunday morning Everett died a broken soul The preacher begged mercy for the damned Now the dousing rods lie rusted in a tangle of weeds Above the silver-seekin’, gold-diggin’ man The silver-seekin', gold-diggin' man* * * * * * * HEARTACHE DIET by Samantha Elin/Danny Faragher/Diane Marie Ault ©2008 Samantha Elin-Vocals; Bob Gothar-Guitars, Bass, Percussion; Arranged by Bob Gothar; Recorded and Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger I bumped into a good ol’ friend of mine She asked me, “Whatcha’ been doing with your time?” She said, “Something about you isn’t quite the same Can you tell me, tell me what is to blame?” And I said: I’m on a heartache diet I can’t deny it No way to hide it If you wanna try it Start with a plate of loneliness A bowl of misery You’ll lose seven pounds in tears It all began back in the early spring When I noticed he stopped wearing his ring I wished he would tell me where he was bound But he turned away and left without a sound He put me on a heartache diet I can’t deny it No way to hide it If you wanna try it Take a bite of bitterness A jar of jealousy You’ll lose seven pounds in tears I bumped into that same old friend again She was looking real pale, kinda’ thin I said, “Something about you isn’t quite the same Can you tell me, tell me what is to blame?” And she said: I’m on a heartache diet I can’t deny it No way to hide it I know that you’ve tried it Start with a plate of loneliness A bowl of misery I lost seven pounds in tears A glass of emptiness A slice of sorrow I lost seven pounds in tears * * * * * * * * ON A LARK by Samantha Elin ©2012 Nicole Gordon-Vocals; Bob Gothar-Guitar, Ukelele; Dan McNamara-Bass, Vocals; Arranged by Bob Gothar; Recorded and Mixed by Dan McNamara at The Jingle Factory, Sherman Oaks, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger Would you build me an igloo to protect me from the cold Kiss me under the “Home Sweet Home,” love me when I’m old Wrap your arms around me, whisper something bold Would you build me an igloo to protect me from the cold Would you pour me a swimming pool if it suddenly turned hot We’ll float on the cool, cool water ‘til the sun is just a spot Then walk me across a field, pick forget-me-nots Would you pour me a swimming pool if it suddenly turned hot Dance with me around the moon Swing from star to star Would you do anything, anything on a lark Would you build me a wall of bricks if the wind roared all night long Lay them down one by one while whistling a sweet song Tuck me under a blanket and tell me nothing’s wrong Would you build me a wall of bricks if the wind roared all night long Dance with me around the moon Swing from star to star Would you do anything, anything on a lark Would you build me an igloo to protect me from the cold Kiss me under the “Home Sweet Home,” love me when I’m old Wrap my arms around you, whisper something bold I will build you an igloo to protect you from the cold (Whistling) Walk you across a field, pick forget-me-nots I would pour you a swimming pool if it suddenly turned hot Would you build me a red canoe if the river rose too high Paddle ‘cross the water to the land that’s safe and dry * * * * * * * SHE DROVE (CHASING THE SUN) Music by Samantha Elin; Lyrics by Samantha Elin/Brad Swanson ©2010 The Electric Version: Brad Swanson — Vocals, Rhythm Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Drums; Howard Yearwood — Guitars, Bass; The Acoustic Version: Brad Swanson — Vocals, Drums; Howard Yearwood — Guitar; Carl Byron — Accordion, Keyboards; Arranged by Brad Swanson; Recorded and mixed by Brad Swanson at SwanSound Music, Woodland Hills, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger I was born and raised in the city, where a freeway blocked my view Of concrete walks, cement walls, and sky a brownish blue She tore up in an El Camino, stolen from her dad She yelled, “Kid, let’s fly outta’ here, this place is drivin’ me mad.” Knees a’knockin’, my insides shaking, time nearly froze Her legs went on for miles and miles, lips a blood red rose She drove me fast and free Over the bridge, past Fort Lee Racing the wind to the country The road flowed endlessly Turquoise sky over me Chasing the sun to the country Flew halfway ‘cross Texas to a town called Rising Star Where the kids hung out on the corner counting red, white, and blue cars An old man pumping gas cried a tornado ripped off his door Warned of another twister coming, said we better prepare for more Her heel slammed down on the pedal so hard, the rearview mirror fell off I swore we lifted off the ground, she swore we’d never stop She drove me fast and free Down the 183 Racing the wind to the country The road flowed endlessly Turquoise sky over me Chasing the sun to the country Ran headlong into trouble on the Amarillo plains The front left tire exploded as black clouds broke into rain The corn field rose so high, I couldn’t cut our way through She closed her eyes and waved her arms, and a path widened for two She grabbed my hand and led me to a barn five miles down There she blessed me with her love, the wind’s moan the only sound Woke the next morning to her footprints and a note “A thousand roads await you,” was all that she wrote Alone and seventeen, I never thought this would end With my insides torn to pieces, it hurt I can’t pretend Hitchhiked East with nothing but a 20-dollar debt Found myself back in the place where she and I first met Climbed the corporate ladder, traded trees for cold steel The higher you go sometimes the lesser you feel Now I look out the high rise and I see a joyless world I miss the horizon, I miss that crazy girl She drove me fast and free Over the bridge, past Fort Lee Racing the wind to the country The road flowed endlessly Turquoise sky over me Chasing the sun to the country She drove me fast and free Her hand on my knee Racing the wind to the country * * * * * * * SILENT, STILL by Samantha Elin © 2011 Nicole Gordon - Vocals; Bob Gothar - Guitars, Bass; John Palmer - Flat Drum, Cymbals, Chimes, Tambone; Arranged by Bob Gothar; Recorded by Samantha Elin at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, and John Palmer's; Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar, and Mastered by Matt Forger I waited for you I waited the day I waited through the night But you never came No you never I stood at the mouth Listened for the river To whisper your name She was silent, she was still I stood there the same The moon shone down Reflected off the water The last man remaining Turned his search lamp off Faraway crows the only sound He gazed down tired and hopeless The sky opened up to rain He was silent, he was still I stood there the same I remember when You were three years old And snow weighed heavy on the roof I sat by your bed And held your hand And wished for you all that was good The sun rose up Shed light on the question The river cradled the answer in her arms Washing you gently along her banks I wove you a pillow of petals Covered you in a blanket of leaves But you lay silent, you lay still I stood there the same * * * * * * * SLIP AWAY by Samantha Elin Brad Swanson — Vocals, Keyboards, Drums; Arranged by Brad Swanson; Recorded and Mixed by Brad Swanson, SwanSound Music, Woodland Hills, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger Are you keeping a list of the bad I’ve done? Do you carry it around, I bet it weighs a ton Has it weathered with age or faded from the sun And do you read it like a Bible or memorize it for fun When it comes to the wrongs I’ve done You remember each and every one Sweet memories slip away ‘til there are none You talk on and on ‘bout the lies I’ve strung Tell all your friends the tales I’ve spun At night you dream dark dreams of the tears I’ve brung And you can count the times, the times I’ve almost run But when it comes to the love I’ve sung You forget the words one by one When the radio plays our song, you can only hum Well, I wish I could forget, make my heart numb Whisper goodbye, so long hon Then I see a picture of you when we were young Your graceful arms around our only son  When it comes to the wrongs I’ve done You remember each and every one Sweet memories slip away ‘til there are none But when it comes to the love I’ve sung You forget the words one by one When the radio plays our song, you won’t even hum * * * * * * * TEARS ON A CLOTHESLINE by Samantha Elin © 2009 Samantha Elin - Vocals; Bob Gothar - Guitar, Mandolin, Bass; Arranged by Bob Gothar; Recorded by Samantha Elin and Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger I’m gonna hang my tears on a clothesline to dry Hang my tears on a clothesline to dry I’m gonna watch them flutter in the wind Dangling from a wooden pin Gonna hang my tears on a clothesline to dry You’ll see, I’m not gonna cry when you leave I’m not even gonna cry once when you leave Like a vindicated thief, I will breathe a sigh of relief I’m not gonna cry when you leave My feelings went away long ago My feelings flew away so long ago Buried for so long, I dug them up and like a swan My feelings flew away long time ago No one should be treated like I’ve been No, no one should be treated the way I’ve been Freedom is a word rising up until it’s heard No one should ever be treated the way I’ve been One day a woman will quit you cold One day she will turn and quit you cold Your bed will be half-empty and death will become tempting One day she will turn and quit you cold Then you’ll hang your tears on a clothesline to dry Hang your tears on a clothesline to dry You’ll watch the sun burn down from high Way up in a cloudless sky You'll hang your tears on a clothesline to dry I’m gonna hang my tears on a clothesline to dry We’ll hang our tears on a clothesline to dry * * * * * * * THAT’S JUST THE WAY THINGS GO Music by Samantha Elin/Bob Gothar; Lyrics by Samantha Elin ©2012 Samantha Elin - Vocals; Bob Gothar - Guitars, Bass; John Palmer - Drums, Percussion; Arranged by Bob Gothar; Recorded and Mixed by Art Stucco at Sunland Ranch, Sunland, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger You’re sitting here beside me Watching some TV show It doesn’t really matter We stopped talking long ago You dispense the words I love you Every night in bed It doesn’t mean anything It’s just a habit to be said I guess that’s just the way things go A lifetime of tearing our souls They say that when kids grow up And move along their way It changes what they’ve left behind To emptiness and disarray So we struggle to fill the spaces Where laughter used to be We only dig a deeper void It’s an American tragedy I guess that’s just the way things go A lifetime of tearing our souls You used to swing me in the yellow sun So high, oh my Now that’s gone, gone, gone So long I guess that’s just the way things go A lifetime of tearing our souls You’re sitting here beside me Watching some TV show It doesn’t really matter We stopped talking long ago * * * * * * * THREE MONTHS by Samantha Elin ©2009 Patty Booker - Vocals; Bob Gothar - Guitars, Bass, Dobro; Dan McNamara - Drums, Tambourine, Shaker; Arranged by Bob Gothar; Recorded by Samantha Elin at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, and Recorded and Mixed by Dan McNamara at The Jingle Factory, Sherman Oaks, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger Let me warn you from the start so you can choose to stay or go My commitment may be brief but my kisses are real slow There’ll be no vows to break, no rings to size or wear No future plans or fights, just a woman who cares My love comes with an expiration tag For three months I’ll be the best girlfriend you ever had I’ll kiss your lips so gently and always treat you right And when three months are up, I’ll disappear into the night Some women will say anything to get whatever they seek You’ll believe all their lies ‘til their stories spring a leak It’s not that you’re unworthy of a love that lasts for long But better short and sweet than promises gone wrong My love comes with an expiration tag For three months I’ll be the best girlfriend you ever had I’ll whisper sweet nothings and always treat you right And when three months are up, I’ll disappear into the night You can’t say I’m not honest, forthright and sincere Would you rather I tell you only things you want to hear? So when the season changes and you’re lying in your bed Just remember that old saying buried somewhere in your head Better to have loved and lost than never loved at all And don’t wait up for the phone to ring ‘cause I ain’t gonna call My love comes with an expiration tag For three months I’ll be the best girlfriend you ever had I’ll kiss your lips so gently and always treat you right And when three months are up, I’ll disappear into the night I’ll whisper sweet nothings and always treat you right And when three months are up, I’ll disappear into the night Disappear into the night…into the night…into the night * * * * * * * WAITING FOR YOU Music by Bob Gothar; Lyrics by Samantha Elin © 2010 Hirth Martinez—Vocals; Bob Gothar—Guitars; Engineered & Mixed by Samantha Elin, Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger Sitting on a bench Waiting for a friend Old man beside me Writes a letter he’ll never send Dog chasing its tail Bird begs for a crumb Kids race across the grass Don’t care who’s lost or won What a way to spend the day Waiting for you to come Paper airplanes fly Trying to touch the sky Old man tells me His life story in rhyme I see lovers holding hands Squirrels playing in the sun Skaters colliding One falls and twists her thumb What a way to spend the day Waiting for you to comeI know every line of your pretty face How the wind twirls your hair How sweet your lips taste Sun slipping down Throwing shadows on the ground Children’s laughter Fades to a lonesome sound You come running up the path To the beat of my heart’s drum The old man gives you his seat As he quietly hums What a way to spend a day Waiting for you to come And here you come Here you come, here you come * * * * * * * WEARY PILGRIM Music by Samantha Elin/Danny Faragher; Lyrics by Samantha Elin © 2010 Samantha Elin — Vocals; Danny Faragher — Harmony vocals; Bob Gothar — Guitars, Bass, Guiro; John Palmer — Congas, Shaker; Instruments Arranged by Bob Gothar; Vocal Arrangements by Danny Faragher; Recorded by Samantha Elin and Mixed by Samantha Elin and Bob Gothar at Tin Can Alley, Los Angeles, CA, and Mastered by Matt Forger I was walkin’ the backroads for days Looking for a rest Tired of so much space to roam Was worn down I confess I'd fled my sister’s clapboard house During a lunar eclipse Darkness, she carried me for miles Left me in the California mist Weary pilgrim Leaving devils far behind To cross that waterline And bathe in the tears of the angels Saw a six-foot shadow creeping Along the side of Highway 1 Cloaked in many blankets To block the sliver of a sun He slipped to me a felt pouch Filled with gold coins he had won Saying, “Drop these in the water Let each be a thing you’ve done” Weary pilgrim Leaving devils far behind To cross that waterline And bathe in the tears of the angels Slept under a rose-colored moon Stars fell to the sea A million drops of perfumed water Clung to the leaves My sister packed a sack with guns A map and some food Told her husband to bring me home Whatever he had to do So he headed West through the mountains On a smile and a thumb His first scent of freedom sweet But what would he become? He stumbled across me lying Under a 1000-year-old tree He gazed around at the rocks, the clouds The dirt and the sea He laid down his arms Staring silent at the shore He’d won a struggle or two But knew he’d lose this war Weary pilgrim Leaving devils far behind To cross that waterline And bathe in the tears of the angels * * * * * * *”