Flowers from Neon by Sam Moss

I called you up in the middle of the night
Called to wake you, that’s what I wanted
How you doing, hey, I’m alright
Just been having dreams, they’re mostly haunted

I’m losing count of when last we spoke
Finally quit numbering the days
And the years get blurry and your voice has changed
Suppose I only knew it covered up in pain

So tell me the colors of your wall
Won’t you paint a picture of your room
Are your street lamps humming, did they burn out again?
Are the flowers in your neighborhood in bloom?

I’m gonna bore you to death or at least halfway
I learned I’ve got a gift
Let me tell you a story that goes no place
Let the details slide, let the memories drift

What kind of person have you become?
Stuck between the lines or free?
You know I still get nostalgic in the glimmering sun
And rest my head in the weeds

• Americana
• Boston
• Folk
• Massachusetts
• acoustic guitar
• singer-songwriter
• Staunton