"Your Very Thin Line" Copyright 2009 by Gary E. Andrews, All Rights Reserved.

(Verse I)
I stare at your door in the Chelsea Hotel.
It's seen more than its share.
I study the floor, as I ring your doorbell,
wondering who else has been there.
I'm aware your business, is now none of mine.
I'm a visitor to another place and time.
Will I cross your threshold, or hang in your hall,
with writing on the wall, no evidence at all?
I wonder! I ponder! I try to divine,
what is on your mind.
Where to be...Where to be,
as I wait by Your Very Thin Line.

(Verse II)
You open on up. You usher me on in.
You give me a half-hearted hug.
I stand hat in hand, for your papers to sign,
admire my old Persian rug.
I'm a wayfaring stranger, in your stranger land,
trying to get back to, the home I left again.
You've got what I came for. Now I'm back out your door,
in the streets of New York. I'm no longer sore.
I wonder! I ponder! I try to divine,
the nature of my crime,
as I sign on Your Very Thin Line.

(Bridge)
There's a thin line between, what you say and what you mean,
and what you say you meant, "Last time!".
The disdain in your eyes, wipes away your smile,
leaves your mouth a Very Thin Line.

(Verse III)
Later that night at the Hollywood Bar, I'm waiting for a young friend of mine,
I hear your laugh, look and there you are,
having a hell of a time.
I slip out the back door, up the alley to the street,
just in time to intercept my friend.
I kiss her puzzled face. She says, "What a place to meet!"
I wonder! I ponder! I try to divine,
what pleasures we find,
on our side of Your Very Thin Line.
Our side of Your Very Thin Line.

(It's ragged. Rhyme goes all to hell. I may tinker, tailor, 'craft' my inspiration; or, I may leave well enough alone.)
(I tinkered. Still having trouble letting 'Where to be...Where to be...' go now that I've envisioned the video where he's at the door to ring the bell, then across the hall, away from the door, back to the wall, then a third shot in the middle of the hall. I thought to put 'What to do...What to do' in VII. Now thinking Rubato, that irregularity can work. It's a Singer-Songwriter style, which enables more Poetic License. Besides, by Repeating the pattern in VII it might call for a third Repeat in VIII, and that seems excessive. Ah well, such is tinkering.)


"Your Very Thin Line" Copyright 2009 by Gary E. Andrews, All Rights Reserved.

(Verse I)
I stare at your door in the Chelsea Hotel.
It's seen more than its share.
I study the floor, as I ring your doorbell,
wondering who else has walked there.
I'm aware your business, is now none of mine.
I'm a visitor to another place and time.
Will I cross your threshold, or hang here in your hall,
writing on the wall, no evidence at all?
I wonder! I ponder! I try to divine,
as I wait by Your Very Thin Line.

(Verse II)
You open on up. You usher me on in.
You give me a half-hearted hug.
I stand hat in hand, for your papers to sign,
admire my old Persian rug.
I'm a wayfaring stranger, in your stranger land,
trying to get back to, the home I left again.
You get what I came for. Now I'm back out your door,
in the streets of New York. I'm no longer sore.
I wonder! I ponder! I try to divine,
as I sign on Your Very Thin Line.

(Bridge)
There's a thin line between, what you say and what you mean,
and what you say you meant, "Last time!".
The disdain in your eyes, quite belies your smile,
leaves your mouth a Very Thin Line.

(Verse III)
Later that night at the Hollywood Bar,
I'm waiting for a young friend of mine,
I hear your laugh, look and there you are,
having a hell of a time.
I slip out the back door, up the alley to the street,
just in time to intercept my friend.
I kiss her puzzled face. She says, "What a place to meet!
I guess there's been a change of plans!"
I wonder! I ponder! I try to divine,
on our side of Your Very Thin Line.
Our side of Your Very Thin Line.

(Whittling down to get a more singable Song, with a shorter timespan.)

"Your Very Thin Line" Copyright 2009 by Gary E. Andrews, All Rights Reserved.

(Verse I)
I stare at your door in the Chelsea Hotel.
It's seen more than its share.
I study the floor, as I ring your doorbell,
wondering who else has walked there.
I'm aware your business, is now none of mine.
I'm a visitor to another place and time.
I wonder! I ponder! I try to divine,
as I wait by Your Very Thin Line.

(Verse II)
You open on up. You usher me on in.
You give me a half-hearted hug.
I stand hat in hand, for your papers to sign,
admire my old Persian rug.
I'm a wayfaring stranger, in your stranger land,
trying to get back to, the home I left again.
I wonder! I ponder! I try to divine,
as I sign on Your Very Thin Line.

(Bridge)
There's a thin line between, what you say and what you mean,
and what you say you meant, "Last time!".
The disdain in your eyes, quite belies your smile,
leaves your mouth a Very Thin Line.

(Verse III)
Later that night at the Hollywood Bar,
I'm waiting for a young friend of mine,
I hear your laugh, look and there you are,
having a hell of a time.
I slip out the back door, up the alley to the street,
just in time to intercept my friend.
I kiss her puzzled face. She says, "What a place to meet!"
I say, "There's been a change of plans!"
I wonder! I ponder! I try to divine,
on our side of Your Very Thin Line.
Our side of Your Very Thin Line.

Last edited by Gary E. Andrews; 10/17/22 02:11 PM.
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