MY BABY'S NOT THERE by Cees Swart
Hurricane in full blast, they quarrel, she bolts, he worries.
Stan loves music, is published (EMI/Capitol), and has experience performing on radio and TV when it was live in the good old days. These days he's just writing
Songwriter of pop, country, inspirational songs. I like to write. I travel a lot to Asia...so my music may have an Asian influence.
Lyrics
My Baby’s Not There
Red cedars falling,
Store shelves are bare,
Skid Road still stinking,
Sirens declare!
Bow to the storm,
Neons deformed,
But my baby’s not there…
My baby’s not there
Midnight decisions,
We can work things out,
Gale force incisions,
Brought seeds of doubt,
Cry with the rain,
With deep down pain,
Slipped through the road blocks,
To Rendezvous Clock,
But my baby’s not there…
My baby’s not there.
Cell phone don’t work,
All high lines are down,
I’m going berserk,
She can’t be found,
Worst hurricane,
June record rain,
Where is my pretty one?
Where did she run?
Midnight decisions,
We can work things out,
Gale force incisions,
Brought seeds of doubt,
Cry with the rain,
With deep down pain,
Slipped through the road blocks,
To Rendezvous Clock,
But my baby’s not there…
My baby’s not there.
Where are you now my sweet?
Did you fly with the wind?
We had planned to meet,
At Rendezvous Clock on Gastown Street…
