Fallen Waltz - Keith May, Greg Hall 2004

Like a home where fire's crept in,

The walls are black and the floor is thin

With every step you stray

The footing you hold might give way

But you know, that's no way to live

And your child may never forgive (you)

Like a prizefighter who's lost his fight,

You accept the blows every single night.

Bloody, bruised and right where you love-

The victim queen in control of …

Her life. What a mess it has become.

Your nights, welcomed sickness you'll succumb (to)

Don't wait, for a golden sign to say,

“People don't really need to have a good time, all the time”

(all the time)

It's never what you say,

But always, always what you do.

So soon they'll be through with you…

Will common sense ever blow in?

A breeze waiting to cool your burnt skin.

It's relief that you may never know,

Living life that's short of plateau.

What a waste. Are you still waiting girl?

For that taste, of something normal in your world.

Keith May-Guitar, Vocals

Greg Hall-Guitar

James Kesler-Bass

Joy Davis -Background Vocals

Recorded at Fly Monkey Fly Studios

This song is about a female coworker I had whose life seemed like it was on some unavoidable collision course.  When you try to mix the foolishness (and fun) of being young with adulthood and the reposibilities that come with it, the final product can only be a mess. 

Greg and I had two seperate ideas we were working on.  I loved what he had for his chorus (which became this song's verse) and I tried my musical bit with it.  Wouldn't you know it was like peanut butter and sweet, sweet jelly.  We've been long time friends and bandmates and I love the fact that we have a co-write on this CD.  Joy and I added backgrounds to the song late in the recording and I felt that they really pushed the quality of this track way, way up.