Ceres

I didn’t turn around
I didn’t stay a moment longer
so she never knew my name
or taught what could have made me stronger

She’ll never show to me
the roses she bestows her daughters
and that I’ll never be
whose rites she gives by holy waters

Ceres
would you have noticed
if I fell to winter’s growing distance
Ceres
how I long for your forgiveness
for not believing you

A fire could reclaim
that chance for me to overcome
the pleasure from the pain
though I fear the damage has been done

so the dust will gather
from the missing storms and seasons
can I remember all I left behind?

Ceres
would you have noticed
If I fell to winter’s growing distance
Ceres
how I long for your forgiveness

© Georgia Boyd - 2008

Dm Song

you say you want me
but you can’t find a way
I think you had plenty of time, time, time
you can’t deceive me
with those little games you play
you only want to be mine, mine, mine

but it hurts
I know
the pain is in the waiting
and there’s not an end in sight

it’s now or never
do you even have a plan?
all you have to do is give me a sign, sign, sign
but you never came down to LA
I think I know where this is going
somewhere we have to draw the line, line, line

cause it hurts
I know
the pain from all the waiting
when there’s not an end it sight

yes it hurts
I know
the pain from all the waiting
when there’s not an end in sight
you know I’m right

© Georgia Boyd - 2008

He caused me to worry - NYC

oh
Is it really moving?
The feast we started so long ago
Consuming love from '99
or confusing as we go
confusing as we go

oh
New York was like a mirror
A dark reflection of when we were young
I missed the train I wanted
but I caught the number you were on
I caught the number you were on

and oh
If you were lost
were you only searching?
oh
For if you found what you wanted
would it be me?

oh
You might think me weak
to compromise on what I've never owned
I ask myself so many, many times
but the answers stay unknown
The answers stay unknown

and oh
If you were lost
were you only searching?
oh
And did you find what you wanted
and was it me?

But would the music be our child
Ending what we started
Or will this train deliver us...
...brokenhearted

and oh
If you were lost
were you only searching?
oh
And did you find what you wanted
Was it me?
Was it me?

© Georgia Boyd - 2008