Almost Everything
I know just where to begin
Singing my songs into the wind
Letting them just blow away
And never hearing them again
Friends of mine were in a band
Halifax was on the stands
I thought I had a chance
To be like them
So I recorded and I sang
About the things that I knew of back then
Some kids who heard and saw me in them
At a time in their lives
When music was everything
It was everything
Loading up my red Tercel
With my guitar and things to sell
Getting to the Embassy hotel
Just in time to play
The year was 1994
They were cross-legged on the floor
Listening to my bedroom wall
Oh those were the days
When I recorded and I sang
About the things that I knew of back then
Some kids who heard and saw me in them
At a time in our lives
When music was everything
It was everything
Then everything changed over the phone
California to my home
My hero's voice after the tone
Yeah my mind was blown
Soon every note became a song
And I was rarely alone
Most of what I longed for was gone
So I shut things out
But I'm recording once again
While my kid is upstairs in bed
And I'll admit that now and then
That some nights when I'm strumming
Or maybe just drumming
The music is still everything
Well almost everything
Singing my songs into the wind
Letting them just blow away
And never hearing them again
Friends of mine were in a band
Halifax was on the stands
I thought I had a chance
To be like them
So I recorded and I sang
About the things that I knew of back then
Some kids who heard and saw me in them
At a time in their lives
When music was everything
It was everything
Loading up my red Tercel
With my guitar and things to sell
Getting to the Embassy hotel
Just in time to play
The year was 1994
They were cross-legged on the floor
Listening to my bedroom wall
Oh those were the days
When I recorded and I sang
About the things that I knew of back then
Some kids who heard and saw me in them
At a time in our lives
When music was everything
It was everything
Then everything changed over the phone
California to my home
My hero's voice after the tone
Yeah my mind was blown
Soon every note became a song
And I was rarely alone
Most of what I longed for was gone
So I shut things out
But I'm recording once again
While my kid is upstairs in bed
And I'll admit that now and then
That some nights when I'm strumming
Or maybe just drumming
The music is still everything
Well almost everything
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Hayden Desser
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