Well, I gave this the ol' college try, but I don't know how thrilled I am with the result. To quote exactly the kind of song I was trying to rewrite, "it just feels so useless to have to work so hard and nothin' ever really seems to come from it." Ah, well. Fun assignment, though.
Oh, and this was based on a lot of close study of the "Dusk" photo, by the way.
lyrics
Never ran, the way they told me
Past the breakers’ crush
I don’t know if I lost the nerve slowly
Or if I cared too much
Never dreamed you might be leaving
Cross the passing years
If you’re just gonna lose the game somewhere anyhow
Might as well be here
worked down the arcades through the off months
Second row from the shore
Can’t remember the feel of the sand
Never go there no more
Told me once, you’d thought about the city
And I just laughed it off
What kind of cut-rate paradise would ever let you
Belly up to the trough
So near, so far
Sometimes I hear the ocean
Neath these cheap old stars
Sounds like the crash of waves
But there’s no magic spark
Run through these diesel alleys
So near, so far
I wish I’d found a way to tell you
Admit I was mad
The way the bottom dropped out of whatever
World that I’d been building
Whatever crumb I still had
Took so long to come to terms
On someone else’s dime
That it was right for you and wrong for me and
Maybe that’s just the breaks, sometime
Saw your ghost tonight on the way home
Down the alley, near my place
looked liked some expensive Chelsea boots
sunglasses on your poker face
I just kept my eyes to the road
You just held your own sway
Don’t know what I would’ve said or what you’d think
If I’d spoken up, anyway
So near, so far
Sometimes I hear the ocean
Neath these cheap old stars
Sounds like the crash of waves
But there’s no magic spark
Run through these diesel alleys
So near, so far
These dreams of freedom
Yeah, I don’t need ‘em
Might just forget your name
One day I’ll claim mine
Walk down that shoreline
Forget the burning shame
So near, so far
Sometimes I hear the ocean
Neath these cheap old stars
Sounds like the crash of waves
But there’s no magic spark
Run through these diesel alleys
So near, so far
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