Writing Samples
These tunes are highlights from a passion project. My co-writer and I shared responsibilities musically, and I wrote most of the lyrics.
I’ll add more songs as they’re released into the wild—check back for updates!
(Waiting for the Fire)
do you remember
the echo of their laughter off the walls
up like an ember
the years have flown
but this old house has seen it all
birthday parties
bike rides, scraped knees
funny faces, hide-and-seek
messy hands and make believe
knock-knock, who’s there
big dreams, no cares
pirate sword and fairy wings
don’t forget the little things
it’s a new year but it’s
not the one we’d hoped for
watching for the wind
to blow it all away
waiting for the fire
praying for rain
smoke fills the island
but you and I, we’re married to this earth
blood-red horizon
counting down
the time we have and what it’s worth
packed up a few things
pictures, memories
letters from another time
pieces of a thousand lives
look back, love strong
don’t take too long
but don’t forget the little things
it’s a new year but it’s
not the one we’d hoped for
the burning sun has never
made me feel so small
watching for the wind
to blow it all away
waiting for the fire
praying for rain
sometimes I hear sirens in the night
I hold my breath till they disappear
sometimes I hear you sighing in your sleep
and I don’t know what to save
the whole world changes in the blink of an eye
choose your future, it can all go up in flames
waiting for the fire
praying for rain
© 2020 Megan Richardson & Lorenzo Piccone
(River Is Rising)
the rain is falling, falling, and the river is rising
the rain is falling, falling, and the pressure is climbing
the rain is falling, falling, and the river is rising
hallelujah chorus and a big amen
talking up a city of sinking sand
got you eating right from their hands
they take you for a fool
wolves in woolen jackets wanna watch you drown
devil in the detail spins you ‘round
now your whole world’s upside down
they’re doing what they do, oh you know
the rain is falling, falling, and the river is rising
the rain is falling, falling, and the pressure is climbing
the rain is falling, falling, and the river is high, you got to
run for the rock ’cause your house is getting carried away
following the leader, now you’re spitting lies
serving up excuses and alibis
praising pride when it prophesies
but you can’t hide the truth
speak it in the darkness, it’ll come to light
justice like a river is on the rise
gotta build while you have the time
line upon line upon line after line, you know
the rain is falling, falling, and the river is rising
the rain is falling, falling, and the pressure is climbing
the rain is falling, falling, and the river is high, you got to
run for the rock ’cause your house is getting carried away
© 2020 Megan Richardson & Lorenzo Piccone
(Tomorrow I’ll Be Gone)
see that old moon rising
like the fire that consumes me
when the stars call out
I know they ain’t wrong
it’s been a long time coming
another life is waiting
I can taste it now
it’s time for moving on
tomorrow I’ll be
tomorrow I’ll be
tomorrow I’ll be gone
I think it’s safe to say you know me
and all the dreams I’ve been dreaming
gotta leave this town
and find where I belong
tomorrow I’ll be
tomorrow I’ll be
tomorrow I’ll be gone
baby it’s not you that I’m leaving
but you know that I can’t stay here forever
there’s still an empty seat
by the window next to me
but if you don’t wanna change your mind
it’s time to say goodbye
tomorrow I’ll be
tomorrow I’ll be
tomorrow I’ll be gone
© 2021 Megan Richardson & Lorenzo Piccone
(Back Home)
rearview mirror city lights
two lanes rolling out of sight
a different bed almost every night
start again come morning
oh but there’s a fire that always burns
deep inside a memory churns
like cold November wind
I see her face and I remember
just where I belong
well I think I’ll go back home
back home
stay up talking through the night
trying to make the feeling right
she got her life and I got mine
and here we are on the edge
out the window there’s a wilding breeze
secretly it calls to me
boy, come on back again
the room falls silent and I know now
it’s time to move on
well I think I’ll go back home
back home
a million stars in a desert sky
maybe I was born to fly
day after day I’m just
finding my way back home
back home
© 2021 Megan Richardson & Lorenzo Piccone