Whenever I take
my songs too seriously, the result is usually bad lyrics. Not always, but
usually, and definitely in this case. Paul Simon once said in an interview that
he is embarrassed by the youthful earnestness of many of the early Simon &
Garfunkel lyrics. I wish I could blame this one on youthful earnestness, but I
was over 30 when I wrote it. The music is nice, though. Here’s the link to a
really rough demo recording:
That Could Be Me
© 1995 Brian
Hutzell
Saw a couple on
the subway late at night
I’d been partying;
I was feeling alright
They were kissing
& hugging – holding each other tight
Not afraid to
display their affection in my sight
And I watched
And I caught
myself staring
As I thought…
That could be me
in those shoes
That could be me
in that hat
That could be me
in that place
And the face I’m
seeing could be me
Saw a man with a
trumpet on my way home
He was in a
doorway, playing alone
”St. James
Infirmary” – sad and low
Threw him fifty
cents, then I had to go
And I listened
And I caught
myself humming
As I thought…
That could be me
in those shoes
That could be me
in that hat
That could be me
in that place
And the face I’m
seeing could be me
There’s a family
living in a box
I see the
homeless on my walks
Am I a better
man? Who am I better than?
Am I being
compassionate or smug when I think…
That could be me
in those shoes
That could be me
in that hat
That could be me
in that place
And the face I’m
seeing could be me"PyraPerson"
Brian Hutzell
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