A Moment (BT Original)

The title track from my new album, A Moment. Available on Mesquite Street Records, Arlington, TX. It’s a song about my dad.

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Recorded and mixed by Tanner Landry at Fort Worth Sound Studio B, Fort Worth, TX
Mastered by Chris Raspante, Arlington, TX

Drums: Rich Stitzel
Bass: Aden Bubeck
Keys: Jay Brown
Guitar: Kevin Grove
Vocals: Elizabeth Wills

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Lyrics
Sound of something woke me this morning, just before the dawn
Poured myself a cup of coffee and put my old blue jeans on
Sounded like an old bluegrass band, Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs
And there sat my old guitar, a 1960’s Gibson Dove.

In this room we always played, I’d love to live days again
On and on every Saturday night, seemed like it would never end

How’d we get from there to here, how did we stay alive?
Keeping all our love around or keeping it inside?
How’d we find the words to say, how did we ever know
That a moment could last forever or it could just up and go.

April it came without warning in the spring of ‘69
Blue-eyed boy, a bundle of joy gonna carry the family line
Won’t be headed off to war, the college plans fell through
Six days on an assembly line seemed like the honest thing to do.

How’d we get from there to here, how did we stay alive?
Keeping all our love around or keeping it inside?
How’d we find the words to say, how did we ever know
That a moment could last forever or it could just up and go.

How about the time I met your mom, took her months for her to go
Still the same all our love remains, it’s her you favor most
Been 40 years since my daddy died, seems like he still ain’t gone
Smell a pipe and a Zippo lighter it’s like he’s right here at home

Mama said he’s the only one, somehow she always knew
Heart of gold and an immeasurable soul still had to leave him a time or two.

Now these hands that paved my way have betrayed me over time
Parkinson’s the name they gave it, can’t even hold a fishing line
Think I’ll head down to the café diner find a jukebox and play a tune
Love to hear the sound of Flatt and Scruggs playing “Good Ol’ Mountain Dew”

How’d we get from there to here, how did we stay alive?
Keeping all our love around or keeping it inside?
How’d we find the words to say, how did we ever know
That a moment could last forever or it could just up and go.