When You're Close (Demo#2)

I’m the Indian on the hood of your flying machine
I’m the headlights shining lighting up the highway to your dreams
I’m the tread on the tire
I’m the wheel in your hands
I’m the radio playing every song you know

When you’re close
I’m anywhere you want to go
When you’re close
I’m anywhere you want to go

I’m the town just up ahead on a map that someone drew
I’m the friend of a friend a stranger you swore you knew
I’m the sun comin’ up I’m the lines on the road
I’m the sign that leads you home

When you’re close
I’m anywhere you want to go
When you’re close
I’m anywhere you want to go
When you’re gone
I’m anytime you need someone

(Bridge)
Just don’t ask me how it is I do it
I haven’t the slightest idea
When you look up at the starlit sky
I’m that reflection of the starlight in your eyes

Solo

When you’re close
I’m anywhere you want to go
When you’re close
I’m anywhere you want to go
When you’re gone
I’m anytime you need someone
When you’re close
I’m anywhere you want to go

I’m the Indian on the hood of your flying machine
I’m the headlights shining lighting up the highway to your dreams
I’m the tread on the tire
I’m the wheel in your hands
I’m the radio playing every song you know

Artist: 
Carey Ott
Written By: 
Carey Ott / Jedd Hughes
Performed By: 
Carey Ott
Publisher: 
Long Story Short
DOC: 
8/12/08
PRO: 
ASCAP

Artist Details

Carey Ott

I made a vow that I would never write another artist bio. The money is macaroni and cheese money. The artists always complain: "I didn't say that" or "Who wrote this garbage about me" or “Could you pass me that red pen?” As author, you sign your name to your writing and then watch as the record companies "mistakenly" leave the name off. Bottom line, it's not dignified work. So I took my vow. Never again. And I didn't write one for over a year. And then, last week, Carey Ott's Lucid Dream CD came across my desk. This is the bio I’m writing because I have to.