Next Time - 80's Madchester vibe.

*Next Time* A song about unfinished conversations, things left unsaid, and the possibility that some doors aren't quite closed. “Next Time” takes a journey through hazy British psychedelic indie, with chiming guitars, a fluid melodic bassline and sharply staccato keyboard playing driving the groove. It starts somewhere in the fog and gradually finds its way into the song. Reflective, slightly restless, and deliberately understated. Sometimes there really is a next time. 🎵 Written and created by Musical Creations of a Troubled Mind Lyrics - Next Time You left your blue coat on my chair With rain still shining in the seam I found your note beneath the stairs Three crooked words and one red dream I kept the kettle talking While the afternoon went pale Every room had your direction Every door had left a trail Next time, meet me where the river bends Next time, bring the truth you couldn't send I won't count the miles or ask you why Next time, look me straight in the eye The market closed at half past five A florist swept the broken stems You said that leaving kept us alive But I was only learning when The old clock missed a minute Then it stumbled into two I heard the whole house breathing Like it knew I'd wait for you Next time, meet me where the river bends Next time, bring the truth you couldn't send I won't count the miles or ask you why Next time, look me straight in the eye If the road turns hard, take the long way round If the sky comes down, keep your feet on the ground I have carried your name through the noise of the years Now I'm leaving a light where you can see it from here Next time, meet me where the river bends Next time, bring the truth you couldn't send I won't count the miles or ask you why Next time, look me straight in the eye Next time No more almost, no more maybe Next time Come back honest, come back ready