The band, last night, pulled one of Chris' songs from the 2004-shelf, dusted it off and played it. I wonder how long the band needed to rehearse a song that Chris hasn't played live for eight years. Looking forward to hearing how the rest of the band's take is on the sound.
Enjoy this old one. Has a few Paul Stacey sightings on it:
Barefoot by the Cherry Tree
Staring out of a window
Into a gray sky scene
Alone stands a widow
With her skin porcelain
To a black limosine
She exits....
Lost in a moment
Waiting to be saved
A sigh from a prophet
Who forsaw this day
An kept on his way
No prediction
I just close my eyes
And you're right there with me
Dancing in the sun
Barefoot by the cherry tree
They tell railroad stories
They have the cold hands
They've no fear of dying
Yes they know the sand man
As he walks this land unrelenting
I just close my eyes
Well, and you're right there with me
Dancing in the sun
Barefoot by the cherry tree
Barefoot by the cherry tree
Pulling hard against the steam
No my trouble ain't what they seem
Sleeping out on the tracks
There's no coming back
So ride on sundowner
Ride out of town
I'll be glad when you're not around
To haunt me
Well let's I close my eyes
Well, and you're right there with me
Dancing in the sun
Barefoot by the cherry tree
Barefoot by the cherry tree
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