This song appeared in Airways magazine along with my story "My Vanilla Sky" in September 2011.
Words by Mark L Berry, Music by Don ‘Lefty’ Williams, & Vocals by Errol Elumir
Performed by Don ‘Lefty’ Williams & Errol Elumir
Cathedral Steps - lyrics
Sitting on cathedral steps
Self-medicating from a flask
Why did this have to happen?
Is that so much to ask?
Sitting out another sermon
Drinking away another day
Can’t look at New York City
And see things the same old way
9-11 are just numbers
Carved on stones, the numbers of the dead
9-11 are just numbers
But they burn, they burn inside my head
9-11 are just numbers
Carved on stones, the numbers of the dead
Too many of my friends
Are parked below those stones
But their boxes are really empty
There’s nothing left—no flesh or bones
Can’t say goodbye
To an empty box
And so I’m sitting here
‘cause sometimes life just sucks
and now I’m waiting for hope to appear
when will hope come meet me here?
9-11 are just numbers
Carved on stones, the numbers of the dead
9-11 are just numbers
But they burn, they burn inside my head
9-11 are just numbers
Carved on stones, the numbers of the dead
Don ‘Lefty’ Williams
Tomorrow the same thing
And more and more each day
Funerals never ending
The priests are out of things to say
Sitting on cathedral steps
Self-medicating from a flask
Why did this have to happen?
Is that too much to ask?
Sitting out another sermon
Drinking away another day
Can’t look at my city
And see things the same old way
Errol Elumir
9-11 are just numbers
Carved on stones, the numbers of the dead
9-11 are just numbers
But they burn, they burn inside my head
9-11 are just numbers
Carved on stones, the numbers of the dead
Lyrics Copyright©2011 by Mark L. Berry
13,760 Feet–Living with TWA Flight 800