"Till I Get There"

This song is a rewrite of “Recipe For Love,” which in one of my long-distance collaborations with Becky Talmadge. I remember when I first played it (“Recipe For Love”) for Mike in my tiny South End apartment. He liked it, and went so far as to say it was the best thing I’d written up to that point. I made a recording 4-track recording of it, but have long since lost the tape. This version has not yet been recorded. Any volunteers?

Till I Get There

© 1986 Brian Hutzell

Tell me again about the party

You say nothing on Earth is like this

And everyone's taking care of the preparations and gifts

Say I don't need an invitation; you'll get me in

You're a personal friend of the doorman, Simon

Don't declare any winners till I get there

Keep the banquet warm

Save a chair for me till I get there

Hope you're keeping score

I'm gonna be at the party

I swear, nothing can keep me away

But I may be late

Please be patient a little bit longer, okay?

I'm gonna be at the party

Don't count me out

But I've appointments to keep me busy all day

Don't declare any winners till I get there

Keep the banquet warm

Save a chair for me till I get there

Hope you're keeping score

I know you want me to get there on time

I don't want my work to fall behind

Promise one thing: don't drink all the wine

I called at six in the morning

The phone melted away from my hand

I heard you say,

"I'm sorry to tell you it's over. Too late."

I looked around my apartment; the walls were red

I looked in my book of appointments and left

Don't declare any winners till I get there

Keep the banquet warm

Save a chair for me till I get there

Hope you're keeping score