Hope (Robin’s Song) Dave Morrison ©1994 Suburban Rustic

 

This old residence hotel was once so elegant and swell

She’s got an upstairs corner room

If you open up the shower window and you stand up on your toes

There’s a damn fine ocean view

 

On the floor from last week’s camping trip

Piles of sleeping bags and tents

It’s too soon to store them up, to store them all away

Like the moments she has spent

 

And she says,

 

My daughter’s nearly ten years old

I’ll have another one come spring

And I find myself alone again

That’s just a temporary thing

But when he smiled at me I remembered how to feel

And I might have been mistaken, but the life in me is real

 

So don’t sing me no more sad songs

About love that’s been lost to the past

I want to hear about commitment

And something that can last

I know a little about heartache

See I’ve been living on my own

And hope is what I need

Hope is what I need to bring my baby home

 

So I looked around for something hopeful

That I could send to you

Looked all day and half the night

And there in the storefronts and the sidewalks

I saw a skinny little vine climbing a traffic light

From the pines down to the projects,

Life pushes up through the cracks

And it’s always going forward — and it’s never going back

 

You’ve got to stare it in the face,

You can’t flinch and look away

You can’t deny what’s going down

But if you draw your loved ones around you

And you hang on tight

You can hold a little ground

When all is said and done, here at the ending of the day

I look out on this world — it still takes my breath away

Jacquie: vocals, guitar

Rich: vocals, guitar