At some point in my creative arc, I just decided that I really didn’t care how many people were listening, as long as there was the occasional glimmer of connection. That makes it all worthwhile.
Uche says: “Wow. A song about being obsolete. That’s brave.”
© 2008 Bryan Masters cut capo 2 E A B (4x) E You and me, my old friend A B two guitars and two grown men A B a bunch of songs that never been E B on any hit parade E You and me up on this stage A B everyone here is half our age A B most nights they don't hear a note we play E B or a word we sing ch: E They can't hear us anymore A We're like carrier pigeons E with no place to fly A B E run out of time and run out of sky A It's like having perfect vision B E and nothing left to see A B E we're like carrier pigeons A B E in a world that doesn't need A B E carrier pigeons instrumental verse ch: You and me, we've had plenty lessons learned since we were twenty a few regrets but not too many and a lot of highway miles These guitars and these tired fingers oughta find a place to linger find a place where songs and singers are worth somebody's time br: A B Every now and then the barroom voices go quiet E and suddenly the song is bigger than the room A and squinting through the smoke and lights B I see a look I recognize E B and something in somebody's eyes tells me I'm getting through They can't hear us anymore But we're carrier pigeons we still gotta fly got a little more time and a little more sky With nearly-perfect vision and a whole lot left to see if we're carrier pigeons then I guess we're gonna be carrier pigeons even if nobody needs carrier pigeons Bryan Masters Music/ASCAP