I’ve tried to help a lot of ‘Brians’ in my time… many whose names weren’t necessarily, Brian. This song is a true story about an actual Brian – a man I knew in Brisbane who wanted to get off drugs, but never could quite kick the habit. He didn’t make it. Can we help the next Brian?
Lyrics
BRIAN’S SONG - Words and Music by WANITA
So, all my dawns are breakin’ and my soul is-a-pinein’
The sunshine in my life though your sun is shinin’
I walk the empty streets of a city in despair
Through crowded empty mind I’m messed up when you’re not there.
When did the leaves in your park fall down?
The sun and the sky stop warming this ground?
When did the thorn in my side become a splinter?
That iced up the needles of grass in winter.
Rouse me from this nightmarish slumber
Broken by growls in my gut from this hunger
Fix up that fire with you’re one prick of thunder
Wait for the lightning to strike out these nights in winter.
Well, I’m sorry that I made all your grass turn brown
Under your benches where I laid on your ground
Everyone’s gone no one turned around
I think they’re afraid I’m gonna make a sound.
So, all my dawns are breaking and my soul is-a-pinein’
The sunshine in your life though my sun is shining
I walk the empty streets of a city in despair
Through crowded empty mind I’m messed up when you’re not there.
