Keith Foti: MUSIC

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

I was walking in down Pico Blvd. in Santa Monica and the words started creeping into my head.

Return to Gray


The smoke screen sky shielded the sun
As the ocean breeze freed the umber leaves from the trees
Heavy my feet are fading fast

So I think of you
As I return to gray

The street signs climb five miles high
And the perpetration of my inspiration causing me my frustration
My heart and vision overridden by constant information

So I think of you
As I return to gray
And I think of you
As I return to gray


My mind and body is racing towards gravity
And all I want to do is float away
Into your warm chestnut hair
I want to see you sleeping in our bed
As the night sky turns from charcoal to red

Money people and dreams
Are falling in and out of my life
The only thing that means anything is the love I leave behind

So I think of you
As I return to gray
And I think of you
As I return to gray