Lance Hatch: Music

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

Sometimes I look into the mirror and all I see is me;
no son, no daughter, no significant other, all there is is me.
Who knew that this is where we’d be when all was said and done?
Each alone in our own corner wondering what we’d won.

It’s funny how this vanity became so much of me.
It’s truly some insanity that keeps you far from me.
Who knew that I would still see you yet, we’d never speak a word?
You’re there in the periphery. It all seems so absurd.

(CHORUS)
And through all this waste of me and you,
and the feelings tame and wild,
a haunted loss, some old desire,
I still Wish We’d Had A Child.

(BRIDGE)

Sometimes I look into the mirror and all I see is you:
the son, the daughter I’ll never know. All I see is you.
Who knew that we’d become strangers after loving so long and hard?
Each alone in our own corner, alone in our own backyards.

(CHORUS)
And through all this waste of me and you,
and the feelings brave and wild,
I wonder what life might have been
I still Wish We’d Had A Child.
. . . a haunted loss some old desire,
I still Wish We’d Had A Child . . .