Schwa Lyrics

Tire Swing

Lyricist: Ed McGee
Vocalist: Ed McGee
Head tipped back, I spin
as the rope slowly unwinds
and run my fingers through
her long, brown hair in my mind.
I hear the oak tree echo-creak
as I'm swinging in the breeze
and catch flashes from our past
in the canopy of trees.

	But there's way too many Sundays 
	and forgotten cups of tea.
	Spring rains and Summer storms
	were just showers of kisses.

I used to have a swing,
but I must've been a kid.
They tell me that I'd swing all day,
I guess I did.
And it saddens me, the loss,
the ill effects of time.
Of course, now that it is gone,
I can't get it off my mind.

	And there's way too many Sundays 
	and forgotten cups of tea.
	Spring rains and Summer storms
	were just showers of kisses.

And the flowers, we agree,
look prettier in earth.
You kill them when you cut them
and lose what they are worth.

So once, I cut the rope.
And I climbed inside the wheel
and went spinning down the hill
just to see how it would feel.
And when I'd seen what I had done,
I tried to make a knot,
but the branch had lifted up
without the weight that now I've got.
I used to have a swing
and the breeze to bring me higher,
now at the bottom of the hill,
I'm stuck inside the tire

	with way too many Sundays 
	and forgotten cups of tea.
	Spring rains and Summer storms
	were just showers of kisses.

So now, head tipped back, I spin
as the rope slowly unwinds
and run my fingers through
her long, brown hair in my mind.
													

First Played: January 30, 1997 The Odeon - Cleveland, OH

Last Played: November 26, 2004 Peabody's - Cleveland, OH

# Times Played: 10

% Played: 0.57 %

Shows Since 1st Played: 1750

Shows Since Last Played: 724

1st set: 2

2nd set: 8

3nd set: 0

Encore: 0

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