A Little Closer
© 2001 Wave Records, All Rights Reserved, Published by Cleo Wave Music, BMI
(Words and music by C. Rossbach)

The world comes alive as she’s smoking
She looks around the room for a bed
Down the road she knows a man named Chico
But she hasn’t heard a word that he’s said
She won’t walk but she can’t hardly run
She’s been around this junkie town loaded like the gun
I raised my glass and I started walking
A cold June rain on me
When I looked down I saw her reflection
The whites of her eyes lost permanently
From where she stands she can see New York City
It’s got trouble sleeping just like me
Everyday we get a little closer
Now, I know the fight is nearly over
Where’s she going out today?
Out to play?
Why let the sleeping dogs lie for the moment?
It’s means too much to me
It’s all right she started talking
About all the little things she wanted to be
But everyday we get a little closer
Now, I know the fight is nearly over
Where’s she going out today?
Out to play alone, not far away
Where’s she going?
Going away, out to play
She’s at the bar, it don’t get no easier
But she knows she’s only hurting herself
And everyone else around her
But everyday we get a little closer
Now, I know the fight is nearly over
Where’s she going out today?
Out to play alone, not far away
Where’s she going?
Going away, out to play
But now she’s going away, going away
But now she’s going away, going away