I’ve come to a place, where my hope is wearing thin,
where within my strength is crumbling,
where I’m falling down again,
I’m here in this place, all choices seem the same,
where my heart knows only pain, where I’m crying,
in the rain,
washes over me, in a violent, tangled, swirling sea, I’m lost,
Shadow in the mist, no will to resist,
down and down and down I fall, down,
down where we barely survive, all the world passes on by,
when someone looks into my eyes, I turn away,
I’ve come to a place, where my walls are closing in,
where my faith’s unraveling, where I’m falling down again,
I’m here in this place, all choices seem the same,
where my soul’s forever stained, where I’m crying,
in the rain,
washes over me, in a violent, tangled, swirling, sea I’m lost,
mountain in the sky, nothing left to try,
down and down and down I fall, down.
down where we barely survive, all the world passes on by,
when someone looks into my eyes, I turn away,
down and down I’m falling, falling, down,
my strength is crumbling, I’m falling down again,
the rain keeps falling, my faith’s unraveling,
I’m falling down again, crying in the rain,
can you hear me calling, I’m falling down again,
come on and lift me up, I’m falling down again,
down, down, down
"MGJ first made waves…in New York's loft-jazz scene of the 1970s… alongside such major innovators as Oliver Lake, David
Murray, and Wadada Leo Smith, he quietly laid the groundwork for much of what we take for granted in the contemporary jazz-guitar vocabulary." National Sawdust NY