If I’m goin’ to get by
I’m goin’ to need a little help from my friends
So I better check in with George and Ira,
Richard and Lorenz,
Irving and Jerome
Won’t you give me your two cents’ worth, please?
Cole and Harold, can’t you help me,
Because I’m down on my knees;
And if Sarah or Billie could try and sing this one,
Or Dear Ella, or Johnny Hartman—no, I’m not makin’ fun
Or maybe I need to call up Old Duke and Billy Strayhorn:
The know about just hangin’, feelin’ so rotten and forlorn.
CHORUS:
And I’m just standin’ here
Peerin’ over your boundary
Got myself burned so bad
Down in love’s foundry
And I don’t want to make a scene
I don’t want to make a fuss
Don’t care to create a spectacle
Concernin the two of us
Because I got it bad
And you know, that ain’t no good
I feel like that lamb
That got lost in the wood
And I know you’re not someone
To watch over me
You’re just someone on the other side
Of this damn boundary
BRIDGE:
And I wish I could
Just call the whole thing off
And take some medicine like I would
For the sniffles or a cough
But you walked into the room
And I had no defense,
No immunity, no remedy,
No antidote, no resistance
We made this truce,
Now we’re more-or-less friends,
But what’s the use
If it all depends
On my keepin my peace
About this deep-cut wound
And never betrayin the truth
In word or tune
CHORUS:
And so I stand here
Peerin over your boundary
Hopin to find some kind of solution
For what’s confoundin' me
And I don’t want to live in a dream,
I know I need to find some way to adjust,
But now I feel like a receptacle
Full of some kind of bitter dust
Because I got it bad
And you know that ain’t no good
I feel like that lamb
That got lost in the woods
And I know you’re not someone
To watch over me
You’re just someone on the other side
Of this damn boundary
CODA:
So Duke and Billy
Harold and Cole
Help me write the song
I can feel in my soul
George and Ira
Help me say what needs to be said
Let me rise up now
And leave this land of the dead
Because what’s called friendship
Just feels like a quandary
Like bein' suspended
In zero gravity
Like bein' stuck
On the wrong side of this damn boundary
Copyright 2012 by Neal Kosaly-Meyer
credits
from Rocks and Glass,
released January 8, 2015
Music and Lyrics by Neal Kosaly-Meyer
Arranged by Your Mother Should Know
Karen Eisenbrey: Vocal, Drums
Neal Kosaly-Meyer: Piano (Keith Eisenbrey's 1890 Chickering Grand), Bass
Mike Gervais: Alto and Tenor Sax
Recorded and Mixed by Jake Thompson at Pouch's practice space and the Tintinabulary
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