It's reaching the end of october
and I am still in the dead of NY
My body and mind are unfolding
as if my cocoon had been torn
But being morose is so far out of style
and I am ten years behind
I'm sure by the time I learn to be happy
Sadness will come back with the change of the times
If I ever get out of this city
I'll be sure to write you a note
Well, it's times like this when I wish I could see you
A familiar face in the thick of the snow
I've always been a slow learner
but I've been learning how to be alone
No one ever taught me how to be happy
So we'll just have to see how that goes
But being morose is so far out of style
and I am ten years behind
I'm sure by the time I learn to be happy
Sadness will come back with the change of the times
If I ever get out of this city
I'll be sure to write you a note
Well, it's times like this when I wish I could see you
A familiar face in the thick of the snow
If I ever get out of this city
I'll be sure to write you a note
or something
credits
from The Significance of Being Nothing,
released March 30, 2012
Written and performed by Ricky Turner
Connor Benincasa: Upright bass
Zeno Pittarelli: Backing vocals
Introspective pop songs with transcendent melodies offer a joyful meditation on staying present in a world that often moves too fast. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 16, 2023