Self-Taught Multi-Instrumentalist and Pop/Folk/Blues Vocalist. Paul gives a new sound to radio friendly hits as well as creating intimate acoustic moods. Lyrics from the soul of a well traveled twenty-something.
Lyrics
I'm cold and hungover up in this bed Next to a wannabe kardashian Slips on her knock-off Jeffrey Campbell boots As I pretend to sleep
Not the loving type I suppose She leaves black scribbles on a post it note She saw my roommate on her walk of shame Bet she couldn't wait to leave
Oh Oh, I remember lazy mornings But like her they're here and gone
Til the real thing comes along I'll keep on landing on my feet all I want as all I need Til the real thing comes along She's not standing in one place So I'll keep on keeping on
I'm trying my luck in this cafe She's got a cold heart and a pretty face She bats her eyes but she can't hold a stare Here comes that weather talk again The table's shaking from her phone So much I've memorized her friends ringtone and I can't help but count on counting down cause closing time is heaven sent
Oh Oh, She's sipping black iced coffee Oh Oh, She ain't coming on to strong
Til the real thing comes along I'll keep on landing on my feet all I want as all I need Til the real thing comes along She's not standing in one place So I'll keep on keeping on
and I know the road ain't always golden Though I'm liking where its going
Til the real thing comes along I'll keep on landing on my feet all I want as all I need Til the real thing comes along She's not standing in one place So I'll keep on keeping on Yeah I'll keep on keeping on
