L U N A T A L K with Eva Moon

Tap…tap…tap… is this thing on?

August 31, 2009 on 2:32 pm | Join the conversation. You know you want to. | In Backstage Pass, General Musing

I was practicing a new piano arrangement of my song “Atlanta Nights.” It’s a song about calling up someone you’ve fallen out of touch with. You know how it goes. You don’t call. Time passes. More time passes. After a while it’s awkward to call. What would I say? What could be important enough to pick up the phone after all this time? Will I have to explain why I fell of the face of the earth?

So you put it off longer.

I have this whole song about it and I STILL don’t pick up the phone. It’s a special sort of irony when the person you wrote a song about getting in touch with is someone you haven’t gotten in touch with for FIVE YEARS.

So I finally looked her up. She’s moved from Atlanta to Charlotte, but Googled up just fine. And I did pick up the phone and punch in the numbers. She was there… and delighted (if surprised) to hear from me. The first few minutes were a little awkward, but soon it was like old times.

So here I am at the blog again. It hasn’t been five years, but it still seems awkward. What can possibly be interesting enough after nearly three weeks? Maybe the important thing is to just start. It’s what comes next that counts.

Atlanta Nights
by Eva Moon

Today as I walked through a crowded room
I heard someone laugh and it sounded just like you
All at once you are there in my mind
And it takes me back to another time

And I can’t forget those Atlanta nights
How we talked and laughed ‘til the morning light
I called you up just to hear your voice again
Do you think of me?

I never know what’ll make me think of you
A taste of wine or the curve of the moon
Years slip away but memory stays the same
And I still look up when I hear your name

And I can’t forget those Atlanta nights
How we talked and laughed ‘til the morning light
I called you up just to hear your voice again
Do you think of me?

It’s been too long, so I’ll just say it plain
It would fill my heart to see you again

And I can’t forget those Atlanta nights
How we talked and laughed ‘til the morning light
I called you up just to hear your voice again
Do you think of me?

You will always be…

Hey, Babs!