nick bischoff

flights of fancy

words and music © nick bischoff

jumping over turnstiles turning

putting out the fires burning

underground look what i've found

thinking on the subway rolling

walking on the street i'm strolling

in the park it's after dark

chorus:

i give in to these flights of fancy

let me wander till i can't see

anybody else around me

i'm neither this nor really that

i'm anywhere i think i'm at

and now i'm think i'm on the brink

i'm invisible to all who pass

the water's still and smooth as glass

i feel time stop as i walk atop

walking through a busy intersection in the rain

words and music © nick bischoff

walking through a busy intersection in the rain

wondering if she's ever gonna call my name

cruising by the waiting cars are smoking

and i think again this girl is joking

walking through a busy intersection in the rain

what's she thinking, what's she doing, who's she talking to

san francisco ain't so far away but still i'm blue

talking every night on the telephone

just ain't the same as hearing

her voice call my name in person

what's she thinking, what's she doing, who's she talking to

bridge and she knows just what to say

she got a sunny smile on a rainy day

and she knows just how i feel

oh god this dream well it seems so real

seems so real, seems so real

i'm just tripping down the sidewalk thinking 'bout her smile again

falling over wondering why i'm lost pick up my pen

sitting in this cafe writing all these words

and i don't know if they'll be ever heard

tripping down the sidewalk thinking 'bout her smile again

i'm walking through a busy intersection in the rain

wondering if she's ever gonna call my name

cruising by the waiting cars are smoking

and i think again this girl is joking

walking through a busy intersection in the rain

i get so high

words and music © nick bischoff

i get so high i don't know why

maybe some part of me wants to die

i get so low that i can't say no

maybe some part of me won't let go

i got those saint louis blues in my topsider shoes

twelve years old why does this august seem so cold

we listen to the rain lying in our basement cots

catch the teardrops with my uncle's pans and pots

you ask me how do i feel as i lay down my head

but i got nothing to say i just want to go to bed

you know it may take a while for me to understand

and i know we've got a full weekend planned

i get so high i don't know why

maybe some part of me wants to cry

i get so low that i can't say no

maybe some part of me won't let go

sailing through the years i still can't find the tears

thirtythree and i know i got the same old fears

and a buckskin knife hidden under my tongue

been hiding down there since i was just a young

boy oh boy how i watch the time just fly by

always disappears in the blink of an eye

like someone i used to know so long ago

you left one day we never said goodbye

i get so high think i might know why

maybe some part of me wants to lie

i get so low that i can't say no

maybe some part of me won't let go

i got my friends who treat me right

i got my coffee in the morning and scotch late at night

i got myself sometimes we fight

about nothing at all till the morning light

i get so high i don't know why

maybe some part of me wants to die

i get so low that i can't say no

maybe some part of me won't let go

birdsong

words and music © nick bischoff

i saw a little bird up in a tree

he sang a little birdsong down to me

it was a little bird up in that tree

it was a pretty birdsong that he sang to me

a birdsong

it was a birdsong i will never forget

he said to be happy and you will never regret

the life that you lead

but i'm so very sad and i'm so very blue

that i'm not gay and merry just like you

a birdsong

drop of rain

words and music by nick bischoff

tell me all about the dreams you have at night

tell me everything you want out of life

tell me something that i've never heard before

every time i see the lights up in the sky

every time i find a friend who treats me kind

i realize how beautiful this life can be

chorus:

i'm a drop of rain

i'm a grain of sand

i'm a little bit of everything

i'm a solitary man

give me just a second to open up my eyes

give me just a moment to watch the morning sun rise

i'll tell you all about the way things ought to be

on this endless road of dreams from sea to shining sea

it's the second coming it's the end of time

it's the age of reason but i see that we're still blind

it doesn't matter what time of day it is

open up your windows and count your blessings once again

it doesn't matter what time of day it is

open up your windows and count your blessings once again

beers and conversation

you're sitting on the subway, i watch you wave goodbye

i turn around walk up the stairs amid the roar and sigh

of the crush of people running to and from their lives

i'm just here doing my own thing

willie dialed me up, yeah he's been talkin in my head

says he seen me painting pictures says i've been using too much red

but what's the proper color when your heart has bled

i'm laying down what i think i said

chorus:

last night to you i liked those words

they flowed like wine poured from my mouth

to your ears after some beers and conversation

at the station when you said goodbye

why can't i remember what it was i said

i've been such a bad boy in my own strange way

i swear that i've been faithful to you even as i say

it's nothing that you've done to me, no it's not you at all

it's just me stumbling down the hall

the door stands there before me, the city waits outside

i step into the asphalt, i've been dodging traffic lights

the swell of population pulls me like the tide

washing away what i think i said

last night to you i liked those words

flowed like wine poured from my mouth

to your ears after some beers and conversation

at the station when you said goodbye

why can't i remember what it was i said

i'm laying down what i think i said