DAMM NEAR HOLY
© 2005
Alan P. MacLeod SOCAN
We were all just kids
sure of everything we did
I could play a mean guitar
copy riffs of music stars
After a thousand highway signs
we were ready for the Big Time
Our moves were down. We were tight.
Wailing solos. Hero's every night.
(He was just an)
old man wanting to sing
looking hard done by everything
We kept packing gear away
grinning, "go ahead old man -- play"
" Yeah! Go ahead old man, play!”
He
didn't try to hide
on the other side of what he's feeling
he just lets it go
the notes flowed and I was feeling
Holy, damn near holy
And my soul was soaring
Holy, damn near holy
every note the old man sang.
And he played. And he sang.
And it was damn near holy.
The lucky ones, we know it when
wrongs get set right again.
One night in the Northeast
an old man, played in a bar
And he
didn't try to hide
on the other side, of what he's feeling
He was a-lone. Cutting close to the bone.
And I was feeling
Holy, damn near holy
One night in the North east
Every note the old man sang.
And he played. And he sang.
And it was damn near holy.
It was damn near holy.