Mt. Plato’s Song, Emma in Philly on Bandcamp

Philadelphia was never quite how she pictured it, 

There’s a little bit less camaraderie a little bit less brotherly love

So Emma’s drunk in some Philly Bar waiting for her luck to change

Five years to get a degree and it still feels all the same 

That cap and gown photo collecting dust in Mom’s bedroom

Emma’s counting stars on the ceiling and hoping she goes numb

Emma’s blacked out and dancing solo to Miss American Pie

She’s stumbling in the filth of midnight and hoping the levee floods

Emma can’t go home to her silent room and she’s wishing she was dyin’

Emma’s drunk in some Philly Bar waiting for her luck to change

When the bouncer picks her up from the grimey floor

Her fingers move, in a dream she’s playing piano

She’s young and growing up means something meaningful

And the music is there and beautiful but just out of reach

The light’s just a little too bright and the nights just a little too dark and she’s shivering all the time

This rut is a little too much and this plight has a little too much might

And she’s stuck in the same old rhyme

The color goes and fades, there’s sanity for the insane and breathin feels like a crime

Emma’s here in Philly waiting for you to call

Emma’s groggy when she wakes and blinded by the sunlight leaking through the blinds

The hospital smells like failure and uncomfortable decisions

Emma hears the piano ain’t playing and her fingers finally stop moving

And the silence comes crashing down like a sledgehammer

Emma’s crying herself  awake to the rhythm of her heart pumping

Wishing someone would have warned her its always cold when you’re alone

Emma’s jumping out of bed and she’s running down the hallway

Tears streaming down her cheeks as she leaps into the city streets and she’s screaming

The light’s just a little too bright and the nights just a little too dark and I’m shivering all the time

This rut is a little too much and this plight has a little too much might

And I’m stuck in the same old rhyme

The color goes and fades, there’s sanity for the insane and breathing feels like a crime

I am right here in Philly waiting for you to call

Emma’s drunk in some Philly Bar waiting for her luck to change

Emma’s high on the city skyline soaring with pigeon wings

Emma’s Crashing through the ceiling lost in her fulfillment 

Emma’s Singing the song we all hum when we can’t find the way