Ari Hest
a different song
Woke up in your bed
Thinking 'bout where you have gone
New friends to call yours
New air passing through your lungs
New place to call home
This winter my bird has flown
It's hard to get used to New York City
When you ain't been around for so long
I can still hear you sing with the same resolve
But it sounds like a different song
I slept in my clothes
Didn't know what else to do
My sweater is warm
These old boots they stick like glue
And I know that you're right
This ocean, it won't stay this blue
Chorus
I am a hand on a clock
That forgot which way to turn
One day by surprise
It seems my case was adjourned
Could you be my guide
To a place where I can learn?
- :
- Miscellaneous
- Someone To Tell
- Story After Story
- Come Home
- Incomplete
- The Break-In
- Twelve Mondays
- Sunset Over Hope Street
- The Fire Plays
- Paste Magazine Sampler #12: Oct-Nov 2004
- 2002-11-20: Manhattan, NY, USA
- 2004-01-23: New York, NY, USA
- Ear Snacks, Volume 4
- Guilty Hearts EP
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 126: August 2004
- 2005-05-26: The Roxy, West Hollywood, CA, USA
- Auralgasms: The Beat of Dis-Content
- 2003-01-23: Starry Plough, Berkeley, CA, USA
- The Green Room Sessions
- Paste Magazine Sampler #33: July 2007