Notes: We had a weekend of bitter cold rain in New York. I happened to be out in it quite a bit. The city doesn't stop when the rain falls. It just changes. The sounds change. The colors change. People hunch and cast their gazes down. They rush around and get in each other's way. Here's a little song about that.
It's hard to believe that next week this project will reach 600 songs! I hope you will come back and listen. Maybe tell a friend or two. See you then.
lyrics
All the whispers on the air
If you listen close
Through the tangled thoroughfare
Where you miss it most
The rain is like a dream
Running off the ivory tower
I count the weeks in my own way
I mark the march of time
I hear the city pass me by
I mind the space that's mine
The rain is like a dream
Running off the ivory tower