Nightvision
01-16-2008, 07:36 PM
I wrote something similar to this almost three years ago, and found it while browsing through some old songs looking for inspiration. Despite the name, it's not an acoustic song.
"Acoustique"
"Here and now was so two years ago" she said,
with her head to one side and her feet on the dashboard,
with my eyes on the road I can still tell she looks bored...
and I'll dream I cruise highways through radiant summers
with a girl on my arm and a smile to die for
With this demo tape playing on the radio,
she sings along to a song she knows nothing about,
the one about all the times I swore never to
write a song about someone I could do without.
Awkward small talk punctuates the rest stops,
the voice in my head smirks: "tell her you love her"
but I haven't the heart, and I'm a bad liar.
So we'll wake up tomorrow and play this out again:
a boy and a girl killing twelve hundred miles.
With this demo tape playing on the radio,
she sings along to a song she knows nothing about,
the one about all the times I swore never to
write a song about someone I could do without.
...and with every mile that we get closer, we somehow get further apart.
With my demo tapes sitting on the radio,
I'll write a song about a girl I know nothing about,
the one to play when I'm driving through summer
with a girl that I wish I couldn't do without.
"Acoustique"
"Here and now was so two years ago" she said,
with her head to one side and her feet on the dashboard,
with my eyes on the road I can still tell she looks bored...
and I'll dream I cruise highways through radiant summers
with a girl on my arm and a smile to die for
With this demo tape playing on the radio,
she sings along to a song she knows nothing about,
the one about all the times I swore never to
write a song about someone I could do without.
Awkward small talk punctuates the rest stops,
the voice in my head smirks: "tell her you love her"
but I haven't the heart, and I'm a bad liar.
So we'll wake up tomorrow and play this out again:
a boy and a girl killing twelve hundred miles.
With this demo tape playing on the radio,
she sings along to a song she knows nothing about,
the one about all the times I swore never to
write a song about someone I could do without.
...and with every mile that we get closer, we somehow get further apart.
With my demo tapes sitting on the radio,
I'll write a song about a girl I know nothing about,
the one to play when I'm driving through summer
with a girl that I wish I couldn't do without.