Emily Hurd: SONGS

Baby, it’s that time of the year when the winter disappears
And we cackle on the sidewalk like crows
And everything’s a black and white picture, except that Spanish pitcher
That we empty like the cafes we close
And we dress up nice for the folks that we mainly think are jokes
But still we don’t mind being part of their game
You are wearing black. I’m in brown. And we compliment the town
That’s full of people that think we are insane
Now Saturday is closing in—feels like a re-run
And Castaways is opening; my table’s for one
Because you’ve gone to California
And you say you’re fine there
But I’m here to inform ya
You’re still in my mind
Where you and I are sippin on sangria again
Sayin that you know I’m gonna see ya again
Prayin that I’m never gonna leave ya again

Baby, it’s that time of the night when we stop to get a bite
And talk of love with different men for awhile
Maybe not so much to begin making friends but just to spin
The tale on rainy days when we need to smile
The city smells of grills and of sweets people dropped upon the streets
And of the ashes from the smokes that you light
And you breathe it in cuz you bet that tomorrow’s cigarette
Won’t taste as good as it’s been tasting tonight
The waves are getting stronger over by the lake shore
And days are getting longer; mine are growing short
Because you’ve gone to California
And you say you’re fine there
But I’m here to inform ya
You’re still in my mind
Where you and I are sippin on sangria again
Sayin that you know I’m gonna see ya again
Prayin that I’m never gonna leave ya again

Baby, it’s that time of the morning where the lines are quickly forming
For some breakfast somewhere down on Racine.
And we look like remnants of hours spent below the giant towers
In this city where my laugh made a scene.
You got a blister on your big toe cuz your shoes were just for show
And we went walking til we wore out your sole
And so I take you home on my back like the heavy kind of sack
We used to wear when we were 13 years old
An arid wind is hanging all around Chicago
Sara could be changing and I would never know
Because she’s gone to California
And she says she’s fine there
But I’m here to inform ya
You’re still in my mind
Where you and I are sippin on sangria again
Sayin that you know I’m gonna see ya again
Prayin that I’m never gonna leave ya again


Written by Emily Hurd