John Latini

John Latini

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Embassy Hotel Records
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Lyrics

That Girl On The Bus

Written By: John Latini

I get on at my stop
Everyday in front of my coffee shop
And my morning hits the top
When I look at that girl on the bus

I go stright to my seat
I look down at my feet
If I look up I will repeatedly look at
That girl on the bus

Why would she even notice me
I sit in back and look out the window
Is this as close as I can hope to be
To that girl on the bus

I guess I'll start to bring a book
It better be good if I ain't gonna look
I'm stealing glances like a crook
When I look at that girl on the bus

My stop is 2nd to the last
So one more time as I go past
This time I'll have to be fast
For one last look at that girl on the bus

That's The Way The Wind Blows

Written By: John Latini

© 2004

Verse 1

Every time that I think that I can get up
I just fall right back down to the ground
Every time I manage to hold my head up
I can see that you’re nowhere around
And every time that you don’t say nothing at all
I can hear what I see in your eyes
The deep, dark, black ocean, a lonely back road
And a mile and a half of blue skies

Chorus

That’s the way the wind blows
That’s the leaves across my porch
And that’s the way it’ll rip the shingles right off of my roof
But it can’t seem to put out this torch
That’s the way that it goes
That’s the way of the world
That’s the weight of my heart in my hands
For the love of a girl

Verse 2

Seems the black ocean done swallered up the sound
‘Cause I can’t hear a word you don’t say
Seems the back road won’t never come back around
And progress will pave it away
Seems like the sky ain’t so blue since you’re gone
And blue is just a color I’ve turned
With red for my anger, I’m also the color
Of every dollar I’ve earned

Chorus

Verse 3

If time can turn mountains into beaches of sand
That doesn’t bode well for love
'Cause when one heart holds another in the palm of its hand
Time doesn’t wear no kid gloves
Hearts are like china, and memories like steel
But time is the toughest of all
It’s a constant reminder of the hurt that you feel
But the details you cannot recall

Chorus 2x

Yesterday I Painted Your Room

Written By: John Latini

© 2004

Verse 1

I called in sick to work on Wednesday, Thursday I punched in
Friday’s when we always used to let the fun begin
Saturday was the 14th day, two weeks is all it’s been
And yesterday I painted your room

Verse 2

It was the 4th day of November, 1985
You were barely buzzin’ when you came out of your hive
An even 5 weeks earlier than you were to arrive
And yesterday I painted your room

Bridge

You’re not my little baby no more
And I’m getting used to used to being your old man

Verse 3

So I spackled all the holes you left and felt my spirits fall
I dragged the bed and chest of drawers into the hall
Then I swept it out and I cut it in and I rolled it onto the walls
Yesterday I painted your room

Bridge