Released as single- 5/17/2024
Lyric and music ©Jay Stott 2024
He was a stranger to that place, there to do a job.
No one knew him or his past, or who he planned to rob.
He spied her cross the room one night, his heart began to throb.
Though the fellow sitting next to her did look quite the slob.
The job it went without a hitch he emptied all the drawers.
But his mask it slipped as he turned and headed for the doors.
‘Twas only for a moment, his success was still assured.
‘Til he saw her seeing him, as she looked up from the floor.
You think timing is all that matters, a moment early, a minute late.
Whatever you believe, you’re in the hands of fate.
Two days and two towns over and still with all the weight,
Of a wallet full and heart as well, he swore ‘its’ not too late.’
He hoped a simple invitation would serve as enough bait,
And penned a plea for meeting on a not too distant date.
The two they met upon the beach, beneath the waning moon,
But what had passed between them since a simple glace across the room.
He breathed a sigh, began to hum, a happy little tune.
To himself he said ‘at last,’ she pulled a badge and said ‘no too soon.’
You think timing is all that matters, a moment early, a minute late.
Whatever you believe, you’re in the hands of fate.
He stood beneath the gallows, his feet upon the crate.
He knew his time was over, his score was written upon the slate.
He looked upon her in the crowd, said ‘my dear I cannot wait,
I always feared I’d leave too soon, and now it seems I leave too late.’
You think timing is all that matters, a moment early, a minute late.
Whatever you believe, you’re in the hands of fate.
Recorded and Mixed at WreckingRoom Studio, Lyons, CO
Mastered at Peakwave Mastering, Boulder, CO
Jay Stott- Vocal and Guitar
John Bunzli- Guitar
Derek Ray Kirkman- Bass
Brian McRae- Drums
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