Two Beers Away From Calling You Another ten o'clock, same beer, same bar. Same old thoughts of calling you. We burned that bridge so many times, crossing it's the last thing I should do. Your number's still here in my phone, But I know theres…

Only In My Dreams (DRAFT) - (C) Nick Torres 9-15-25    Only in my dreams You’re calling out my name Running in the moonlight Hear your laughter in the rain Only in my dreams I hold you in my arms Our hearts beat like lover’s drums…

Two Beers Away From Calling You Another ten o'clock, same beer, same bar. Same old thoughts of calling you. We burned that bridge so many times, crossing it's the last thing I should do. Your number's still here in my phone, But I know theres…

Two Beers Away From Calling You Another ten o'clock, same beer, same bar. Same old thoughts of calling you. We burned that bridge so many times, crossing it's the last thing I should do. Your number's still here in my phone, But I know theres…

Two Beers Away From Calling You Another ten o'clock, same beer, same bar. Same old thoughts of calling you. We burned that bridge so many times, crossing it's the last thing I should do. Your number's still here in my phone, But I know theres…

I was listening to Billie Holiday and this idea popped into my head. I think this is more suited for a woman's voice, so I'll re-post when that's recorded. You’d drop the needle careful Like it might scare the blues away Sunday dancing…

Two Beers Away From Calling You Another ten o'clock, same beer, same bar. Same old thoughts of calling you. We burned that bridge so many times, crossing it's the last thing I should do. Your number's still here in my phone, But I know theres…

Two Beers Away From Calling You Another ten o'clock, same beer, same bar. Same old thoughts of calling you. We burned that bridge so many times, crossing it's the last thing I should do. Your number's still here in my phone, But I know theres…

used to know your breathing in the dark beside me now the nights repeating all my faults and broken dreams Chorus oh-oh-oh-oh I’m not sure how to begin oh-oh-oh-oh when I can’t take and I can’t give oh-oh-oh-oh I’m not sure how to…

Shirts,pants, ties and coats wreckage from a life worn out long ago cardboard box, goodwill on the side with things I haven’t worn since 1995 Dropped from a jacket pocket landed on old scuffed up shoes A folded page, still crisp and clean…