A LIttle East Of Broadway

My great-grandfather never really knew his son

He'd battled with the bottle and the bottle won

My gramps would often wander outside those barrooms where he'd play

And he took with him that little piece

As he walked away

Just a little East of Broadway

The dream of brighter lights

In search of bigger stages

A life of better nights

The song he carried with him

Every day of his life

Just a little East of Broadway

Where the planes fly low tonight

Gramps he joined the Navy at only 17

Home from the South Pacific to start a family

And he lived his life in conflict with the one that he'd known

Except that new piano he brought into his home

Just a little East of Broadway

The dream of brighter lights

In search of bigger stages

A life of better nights

The song he carried with him

Every day of his life

Just a little East of Broadway

Where the planes fly low tonight

Despite the days and times, we are never out of song

'Cause the music finds the laughter, as the voices sing along

My uncle gave me my first guitar and it didn't take me long

Gramps gave me that old piano and it's where I wrote this song

On Sunday nights I play guitar in a bar downtown

And I wonder if those years ago is where he came around

And my friends on East Broadway

Are waiting there to sing along

We'll forget ourselves together

In the chorus of a song

Just a little East of Broadway

The dream of brighter lights

In search of bigger stages

A life of better nights

The song he carried with him

Every day of his life

Just a little East of Broadway

Where the planes fly low tonight