Trick of the Light
from Bedroom Demo #91
Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2018 Shape of Air Music
I saw Gene today movin' fast on his feet,
Makin' his way through the crowd on the street
Maybe gettin' back to a Green Room track,
Or the one
Where the horses run in Los Alamitos
Oh no, that can't be right
All I suppose it was
Was a trick of The Light
I saw Tom again through the bar and grill window
On piano he played his song's final crescendo
Thought I'd go in, grab the leg of my friend
He'll grab mine
It's another fine ol' "Low Five"
Oh no, that can't be right
All I suppose it was
Was a trick of The Light
I've seen Doug and Dave and my old friend Joe
Where the shadows danced and the light fell so
It crowned their heads like a saint's halo
My heart said "yes" till my eyes said "no"
I saw Mama again and Dad among the funeral crowd
Dad was looking content
Of course Mom was laughing long and loud
They looked like visitors from another place and time,
Not one you will find
In this old world
Oh no, that can't be right
All I suppose it was
Was a trick of The Light
All I suppose it was
Was a trick of The Light
