Second place in this stupid race that I know I’ll never win
I will soon be defeated and beaten retreat to the starting blocks again
It’s always a struggle for survival, rival after rival, my chances always slim
Maybe she’s got a prettier dress than me, but I am still not wise enough to see
That this is all for not, not him.
Oh I am, stuck in a crosswalk, between two red lights
Waiting for the neon man to tell me when I can
Cross safely back into the real world again
Tell me mister man, would you take a willing afterthought’s hand
My silence is deafening, it’s far too threatening, to let these words begin
Oh I won’t say a word, but I speak, its absurd, then you misinterpret my grin
It’s this vicious cycle, I’m the hypnotized disciple, hold me down before I sin
I’d nearly kneel down before you, oh beg you, implore you
To sink into my skin
Cause I am stuck in a crosswalk, between two red lights
Waiting for the neon man to tell me when I can
Cross safely back into the real world again
Tell me mister man, would you take a willing afterthought’s hand
Ah ah baby, ooh eh ah, ah ah, ah ah baby
Ooh eh ah, ooh eh ah, stop, stare, linger, turn left, lean right
Ooh eh ah, ooh eh ah, the sunshine burns and the moonlight’s too bright
Ooh eh ah, ooh eh ah, I’m feeling green but this monster I must fight
Second place, second place, second place, I am in, second place
I’m in second place, second place
And I am, stuck in a crosswalk, between two red lights
Waiting for the neon man to tell me when I can
Cross safely back into the real world again
Tell me mister man, would you take a willing afterthought’s hand
Music has never been a stranger to Erona. It began as a choir solo with 300 back up singers at age of 10 and she has not
stopped since. Though influenced by artists like Billie Holiday, Janis Ian, Jeff Buckley, and Paula Cole, music, to her, was no longer about telling someone else's story, but rather living her own. A soulful song or a deep blues groove allow her to share her stories this far....more