From the recording Ashland Avenue
Lyrics
He says he plays best when he’s sad
With that Hummingbird cradled on his knee
That old beat-up guitar
Is the best friend he’s ever had
They always loved the minor keys
When the walls close around you
And there’s nowhere left to turn
When there are rivers to be crossed
But no more bridges left to burn
He says he plays best when he’s sad
I think I know exactly what he means
He says he tries hard to forget
But she still comes around in his dreams
Sometimes a man who’s lost his way
And sees nothing but regret
Can make himself believe the craziest things
Like the road doubles back
To the scene of the crime
And the arms of forgiveness
Will open up with time
He says he tries hard to forget
I think I know exactly what he means
BRIDGE: What if I reached out
What if I tried to call
Are there really no hard feelings?
Or no feelings at all
Words and Music: Michael Lille - Downstream Lean Music / BMI
Tom Prasada-Rao - Simple Gift Music / BMI