Souvenir (single) by David Newberry

Middle of the night. Middle of the year.
All I wanted from that city was a souvenir.
Write a couple songs. Drink a couple beers.
Send a couple postcards home and get out of here.

But like a wrecking ball that missed it’s mark.
Swung for the ruins and hit the art.
Like an undertow, like a shot in the dark.
Every fire starts with a little spark.

CHORUS
All that’s left is being right.
All that’s gone is still here tonight.

Dams are breaking. Water’s coming in.
You’re just jamming the cracks up with paraffin.
While I’m chipping away. And everyone can see.
But someone’s gotta be the author of every history.

CHORUS

You put the bars up in the window so you would not fall out.
Then turned your knuckles white trying to find out what the other side was about.
Well don’t get so bold. Don’t go so deep.
We reap what we sow, not sow what we reap.
Don’t hold your tongue. No don’t shut your mouth.
But don’t try and tell the compass which was is facing south.

Middle of the night. Middle of the year.
All I wanted from that city was a souvenir.

• David Newberry
• James Lamb
• Jenny Ritter
• Kenton Loewen
• Reggae
• alternative
• indie rock
• rock
• songwriter
• unreleased
• Toronto