Persistence of Spring demo. This one definitely will be arranged for guitar/bass/drums at some point, possibly with a solo after the bridge, but for now here's an acoustic skeleton of it.
She said, “I know you’ve been worried.
I know I didn’t reply.
I’ve been a little distracted lately
Figured I’d just stop by.”
She said, “First I didn’t feel anything
And then I was scared
I wasn’t sure what was left of me.
I had had nothing prepared.”
By the way that he started, I’d guess it’s been dead for a while now
I wouldn’t want it back even if he did.
I guess some part of me knew it, I just couldn’t say how.
Like one of those paintings where the real picture’s hid.”
She said, “Three years is a lot of years.
It’s hard to measure time.
Between the work and the parties
It all sorta blends in your mind.”
She said, “It’s hard to know who you are.
If I’m really anything.
The birthing and dying of stars.
The stark persistence of spring.
But minutes sometimes last for days
Like 3:00 AM on ninety-five.
Glacial headlights through the haze.
Think about the one-day life of a mayfly.
It was a shock to the silence.
I hardy knew how to take it.
Like sudden blasting of sirens
When you think that you’re alone.”
She said, “I guess I’m back where I started.
I guess I have what I had
The little hobbies and parts of me departed
I guess I’ll hasten to add.
I’ll keep my heart wrapped in coffee grounds and plastic
Far from all these vicious dogs.
I can’t really afford to do anything drastic.
No time left to wander through the fog.”