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A man once asked me
On a damp park bench
If I’ve ever seen God
And I knew what he meant
As a offered a cigarette
And I refused to entertain the thought
I said, “I hope you find your way
To whatever you’re looking for
And when you reach this man or woman or thing
I want you to look him in the eye
And ask him why
He spews a stream of confused impatient metaphor”

He said, “I’ll be back again one day
Meet me at the place where the will meets the way
And we’ll share a drink and laugh
And reminisce and think
On why the leaves have to fall
When the trees begin to sway”

Oh what you said
About strength and sin and the quiet dread
Don't pull the columns on your head
You should try to be good
But you gotta be kind
And when you're ready
Won't you go back to bed
Oh brisk breeze
Puts an icy fang inside my bones
Just now calling this place my home
Now I’m supposed to leave
But I got a warrant and a cause
I put my bottles on pause
And let your scented candles burn to ashes

Oh I’m just trying to be good trying to be kind
Trying to be filled with some semblance of peace of mind
Oh my wine is running down
And my patience is on the filthy ground
The sun disappears far too early these days
But it gives my time to think
On why the leaves have to fall
When the trees begin to sway

Oh happiness
In a simple gift
Of a cold winter’s night
And the winter’s wind
Outside of these walls
Pedestrian percussion in the halls
Doesn’t the ceiling know how to keep a secret?

I’m just trying to be good trying to be kind
Trying to be filled with some semblance of peace of mind
Oh my wine is running down
And my patience is on the filthy ground
The sun disappears far too early these days
But it gives my time to think
On why the leaves have to fall
I’m just trying to be good trying to be kind
Trying to be filled with some semblance of peace of mind
Oh my wine is running down
And my patience is on the filthy ground
The sun disappears far too early these days
But it gives my time to think
On why the leaves have to fall
When the trees begin to sway
Why the leaves have to fall
When the trees begin to sway

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from The Hudson River Park EP, released January 27, 2021

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Bryan Freedman Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Bryan Freedman is a indie-folk/rock artist, actor, and musical theatre performer based in Philadelphia and NYC.

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