Jack Kennedy: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

Piles of paper, telephones,
no time to answer, I’m going home.

I’m falling, falling,
I’m falling, falling,
I’m falling, falling, falling down.

A Tuesday morning just like today,
sudden changes, I’m on my way.

I’m falling, falling,
I’m falling, falling,
I’m falling, falling, falling down.

In the heart it’s all a mystery,
something words can’t explain,
I’m falling, flying into open arms,
remembered again and again and again …..

Body weightless, spirit high,
A million memories passing by.

I’m falling, falling,
I’m falling, falling,
I’m falling, falling, falling down.

Voice inside me calling me home,
His hands below me, I’m not alone

I’m falling, falling,
I’m falling, falling,
I’m falling, falling, falling down.




©Jack Kennedy 2001