Voice In The Distance
Gene Smith and Tommie Brewster
2014

I took all the things that ever hurt me and I turned them into stones.
And I used the stones to build my walls and I hide there all alone.
As I sit here in the darkness with silence for my friend
I don't fear the slings and arrows There is nothing left, to defend.

But the voice in the distance keeps calling out to me,
She tells me what I really need to be.
Tear down the walls and build yourself a road.
Now is the time, now is your time to set your soul free.
Set your soul free....

Now is the time, set your soul free.
Now is the time.

Dreams of smoke and words on paper. Songs unwritten and long gone.
I want the sooner, not the later. But I need to know where do I belong?

So I took all the things that ever hurt me and I turned them into stones.
And I used the stones to build my walls and I hide there all alone.
As I sit here in the darkness with silence for my friend
I don't fear the slings and arrows There is nothing left, to defend.

But the voice in the distance keeps calling out to me,
She tells me what I really need to be.
Tear down the walls and build yourself a road.
Now is your time, now is your time to set your soul free.
Free...
Set yourself free, now.

Callin', callin', callin' to me.
Callin', callin', to me.
Set yourself free, tear down the walls and set your soul free....

Co-written with Tommie Brewster.

To be honest I am a hack and a simple man with simple lyrics and even simpler talent on a guitar or with music in general (other than listening). This is the second time (I thought once would be enough pain for anyone) that someone who I hold in the utmost respect has taken my simple scribblings with crayon and turned them into something that maintained the melancholy I put into the lyrics while still making them uplifting and beautiful.

Thank you Tommi Brewster, it was truly a joy.