3. Nothing But Time

Waiting for the band to come

Waiting for the band to come

I was in New York for a spell thinking about forgotten times in San Francisco. I lived in the Mission District for 10 years, wasting away my 20’s there, playing music and being young. I used to have a typewriter where I kept a sheet of paper, open for anyone who stumbled by to type on – definitely the most beatnik thing I’ve ever done. I found some pages from it around the time this song came into being, and I was overwhelmed by a rush of nostalgia.

I love singing the verse about the Mission days, the boys in the band. My crew (made up largely of my bandmates in The Court & Spark) back then had friends, who were older than us and worked in bars. There were the normal drinking hours, and then the “after hours” drinking hours when they would lock the doors and they’d put those drinks in our hands.

Many blurry and beautiful memories from that time lurk in the back of my mind.

The boys in the band - Court & Spark- L to R James Kim, MC Taylor, Scott Hirsch- photo by Terri Loewenthal

The boys in the band - Court & Spark- L to R James Kim, MC Taylor, Scott Hirsch- photo by Terri Loewenthal


GUITARS + BASS + PERCUSSION - Scott Hirsch DRUMS - Mike Coykendall HARMONY SINGING - Lauren Barth EARWORM GUITAR - William Tyler WURLITZER KEYBOARD - Mikael Jorgensen


Ricky’s down on 10th Street
Back on the East Coast
She moves real slow now
Don’t want to stir up old ghosts

She’s in my head too much now
Not to mention my dreams
All these tales we spun
They fell apart at the seams

Nothing but time

She came from Mississippi
In her second-hand shoes
She asked me discreetly
Just how dark are your blues?

It’s been so many years now
We don’t play by the rules
I took her out to the desert
Lost her in the depths of the pool

Nothing but time

Take me back to Mission days
The boys in the band
We’d stay there after hours
They’d put those drinks in our hands

Why don’t you come up and see me?
Just like it was old times
I could get my guitar out
I could forget all the rhymes

Nothing but time

Remember when we had nothing but time?

Someday we will remember
Things we wanted to forget
I speak your name softer now
So to avoid regret

Yeah we’re down on 10th Street
Back on the East Coast
And now it’s after midnight
Don’t want to stir up those ghosts

Nothing but time