Maybe This is Why I Can’t Get a Gig in Syracuse, NY (Moth to Your Wild Fire)

I can’t get a gig in this town
I just must not fit in this town

I’ve been talking about leaving for decades and years
Like everyone else here I drink tears in my beers
“This city is so sad,” I hear people say
But the lake is clean and it’s a beautiful day
So we take aquatic life and put it in a see-through tank
While we ignore the poor and the murders today

And I know I must go far away
The people ‘round here always complain
The snow, the sun, the clouds, and the rain
But you know no one knows a hurricane or earthquakes

I got the red eye, I’m flying to ya
I’ve got the red eye, I’m a moth to your light

Used to tell myself I could make it if I stay
But people here don’t seem to see the light of the day
Crying about the snow and the cold when there’s sun on the ground
And crying all about this world and how it’s eating this old town
Looking at the roads and saying there’s nowhere to go
Crying about the plot line as writers of this show

Can’t face the future so we make up the past
Cry about the rain when there’s dew on the grass
And I know I must go where nature’s nearby
Escape the city and look out at the sky

I’ve got the red eye, I’m flying to ya
I’ve got the red eye, I’m a moth to your wild fire

Still can’t seem to get a gig in this town
And I’m starting to think maybe I don’t fit in this town
I can’t play Dead, don’t know the same old story
And I know to some, my songs are a little boring
But if you want to hear what you thought you heard yesterday
Go ahead and ask yourself what they say in LA

And I know I must go to another place
Put on a costume and another face
‘Round here the sunshine is covered with rain
And I ain’t never heard anybody ever complain in LA

I’ve got the red eye, I’m flying to ya
I’ve got the red eye, I see the grid of lights
I got the red eye, I’m a moth to your wild fire

Written in 2010s…rewritten in 2023…”finished” January 2024
Maybe This is Why I Can’t Get a Gig in Syracuse, NY (Moth to Your Wild Fire) - The Stoffice Modes Sessions, ep. 19

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