Frank: Almost all musicians that I know have these little riffs/licks/progressions that they just seem to subconsciously play all the time, and for many many years, this was mine. Finally decided to turn it into an actual song. Lyrically to me it feels like a cross between Luisa's "I Remember" and Cheryl Wheeler's "When Fall Comes to New England" (two favorite songs of mine by two favorite singers of mine). I also am a big fan of stacked harmony singing ala Crosby, Stills, & Nash/America/Eagles/Beach Boys, so recording the vocals for this song was real fun for me. Chris Aleo adds just the right touch of tasteful percussion to the track.

Lyrics

F. Veres

Windy night, late September
The leaves lose their hold
On the porch I remember
The stories we told
Appearing soon is a cradle moon
To start its walk ‘cross the sky
And all last week it played hide and seek
With the clouds rolling by

A tire swings from the old tree
Where I used to play
It hangs around like a memory
Lost along the way
As night moves on, and I look upon
All the years passing by
The old and new have a rendezvous
Right here by my side

Roads to be followed
Are joined to trails gone by

I think tonight, I just might
Un-hitch my wagon from its star
‘cause now and then, where you should have been,
is exactly where you are

Roads to be followed
Are joined to trails gone by

Windy night late September
The leaves lose their hold
The stories I will remember
Still wait to be told

Frank: lead vocal, harmony vocal, acoustic guitars, bass
Luisa: harmony vocals
Chris Aleo: drums & percussion