"Venice" genre: Acoustic
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	Inspired by someone I met in Italy.
	MP3.com CD: Dan Frick w/ Caterwaul Morning - buy it! CD: Dan Frick with Caterwaul Morning   Label: Indianapolis Credits: Scott Fox--acoustic guitar, Dan Frick--acoustic guitar, Matt Frick--banjo
	Story Behind the Song I wrote this song on a cold fall day. I was in a foul mood, left work early, turned on my 4-track and came up with most of the guitar part. The only lyrics I saved were "The mornings are so strange, waking up alone." The guitar was originally fast during all the verses. One day Scott and I played it slow for fun and liked it so much that we re-tracked both guitars for the first and last verses. Lyrics Memory paints us together on a bench Lamplight sipping wine touching hands Vienna's still a day away but in Venice We're acrylic confluence A vacation from a vacation I'm near the end To go with you I'm a changed man To stay here by the water I'm lost again So I wait on over by the plane Picturing all the ways You might bump into me Out here all alone And runway pacing I want to be allowed to wait for you Not to keep you just inside a songline Where I could stay Intimate and shaping The mornings are so strange, waking up alone It's making me slow with my days I tell myself the distance will be fine Do you ever think you see me Asleep on my side of the bed Reach out and finger-trace The old contours of my head There's a phone on the plane and Drifting I play with your voice Hope is pushing these moments into days Soon you'll call just to say Hey Let's you and me go for a night drive We'll work our ways back into each other If we slip a bit that's okay In good time we'll recover The mornings are so strange, waking up alone It's making me slow with my days I tell myself the distance will be fine Do you ever think you see me Asleep on my side of the bed Reach out and finger-trace The old contours of my head I laugh about how you would run and hide I'd look for hours Though I knew just where to find you Then I hold my breath and you grab my leg Until crashing Then kisses all day So forget me Go on please Forget me Make it easy I get there step inside So I guess you really didn't stop me Well, I'm away in a way always packing Settle in a bit already letters written "Old friend, I'm in the middle of new head still spinning, sky still blue. I'm okay -- cat to calm, neighbor to exchange a word or two in passing. I miss all of you My old jigsaw view of you." The mornings are so strange, waking up alone It's making me slow with my days I tell myself the distance will be fine Do you ever think you see me Asleep on my side of the bed Reach out and finger-trace The old contours of my head Then scatter me like heat From a touch underwater I laugh about how you would run and hide I'd look for hours Though I knew just where to find you Then I hold my breath and you grab my leg Until crashing Then kisses all day So forget me Go on please Forget me Make it easy Venice 4 am in Venice I'm alive in Venice Stagger away from Venice I'll make it back some day

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