Swept Away
By: Marc Feingold
Duration
3:09
Genres
Description
This is a tribute to Ernest Hemingway, whose books I was reading at the time...
Lyrics
Swept Away By Marc S. Feingold I turn a page to see what’s new and catch you running, running You’ve come of age, it’s up to you so get gunning, gunning I don’t judge books just by their cover Your last novel was my lover Now that you’re gone there’s no other Till I get swept away So what’s the latest style in Paris? Tell us what’s the word I can read the pain between those lines That the critics never heard The sun is rising in the east A bell is tolling for the feast An old man rests his weary feet And I get swept away Nightmares bottled up inside Oh, Papa, is it suicide Laughing down the barrel of a gun? I turn a page to see what’s new And catch you running, running You’ve come of age it’s up to you So get gunning, gunning The sun is rising in the east A bell is tolling for the feast An old man rests his weary feet And I get swept away 1982/2009 M. FEINGOLD
