Welcome to Paris, no elevator, 127 steps to my front door, then one more flight of stairs up to apt. but oh that view.
I went to Paris to get lost in the crowd of other Americans talking out loud
'bout themselves, themselves, just themselves
I had a whiskey the room became loud so I had another to drown' em all out
I acknowledged the girl on the stool with the knowing smile
I tipped my glass and got lost for a while
in the ring of another noisy cheer
When someone said whatcha doin' here?
I fell out the door I crawled up the stairs that destroy all ambition of any who dare
to entertain thoughts of escape some way out of there
I fell on the sofa, a dream fell on me a voice from another room called out to me
You remember when we had a reason to be?
It was good for a while now you're nothing to me
When I woke she spoke can I get you something dear?
But all I heard were the words whatcha doin' here?
I went to the station it was past time to go in any direction leaving no note
I'd been gone such a long time in spirit I fear it had died from the cold
I went searching for pieces of me I'd misplaced in the rubble of all of those misspent days
Whispering ghosts leave the faintest trace
I know all these streets but I can't name a face
Amsterdam ain't the town to drown your fears
or run like hell from yourself what you doin' here?
I met a girl I'm sure she's the one but she's so full of dreams she runs and she runs
She went away 'til another day I pray soon will come
Now she's got her a man in some faraway town but she's so full of spirit he can't keep her down
I'd never break her if she'd let me take her I would
Just when you're thinking she's gone for good
there's a sound so mysteriously clear
And she's standing there what you doin' here?
from Black Sheep Blues
released June 1, 2014
WHATCHA DOIN’ HERE
Kelley Looney | vocals, bass, acoustic guitar and tambourine
Eric "Roscoe" Ambel | keyboards and electric guitar
Phil Cimino | drums
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