Steve Postell * Renegade Music Group: Music

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(When we first got to Aspen, we played in a great little club, unfortunately now gone, called The Howling Wolf. I wrote this after seeing a young singer perform there. Eric Johnson plays the beautiful guitar solo.)

She Looks at me through the eyes of a child
She thinks I'm jaded and opininated
She sees me as a counterfit bill
I revel In her Innocence.
So I took her to a restaurant
I ordered wine and soufle
It didn't matter much about the conversation
I'd said it all before this day.

Just wait until you get here
You'll see what I mean
Just wait until you get here
Through these rivers and streams.

I wandered into The Howling Wolf cafe
I saw a kid with a guitar
Everyone was just loving him
So in tune with where they are.
I ate and I drank
I tried to losten to his words
But through the tapping of feet
His youth was all I heard.

CHORUS

I'm no prophet, saint or seer
Dark to light, day to night, all comes clear
There's no need for fear.

I met an old man at Gramercy Park
He was playing chess with a friend
2000 years of memories
No beginning and no end.
He told me he was a philosopher
A connoisseur of fine art
But when I asked him for his name
He said the state of man weighed heavy on his heart

CHORUS