© Kora Feder 2025

Time to figure out what the west coast did to me 

I will never look like a grocery line magazine 

I am not the lonely little girl I used to be

I am a rambling man 

After all these years I’m still scared of coming home

Kaleidoscope of all the eyes/I’s that I have ever known 

Dreaming of the places I was so scared to go 

But I am a rambling man 

I guess I’m just scared to be confident in California

Something about thriving in the place where I was born 

Makes me wanna run away from who I was before
But I am a rambling man 

I’m truly myself when I’m alone in a crowd in a suit

No one knows if I am a women or a vegetable or a fruit 

All of those they hold some kind of truth 

I guess I’m just scared to be confident in California

Something about thriving in the place where I was born 

Makes me wanna run away from who I was before
But I am a rambling man 

I don’t wanna run away but I don’t wanna stay the same 

So I’m stuck here in the middle in my own personal cage 

But I’m happier than any grocery line magazine 

And I will always be that little girl with no place to be 

So don’t pity me 

I am a rambling man 

 © Kora Feder 2025

When I think of Detroit summer I think about the rain 

‘Cause I’m from California the driest kind of place 

When the postman stops on my street he smiles a sort of way

That tells me it’s been a hell of a life but a perfectly fine day

And the cracked streets and the green trees and the silence on the sidewalk 

The plots of land and the open hands and the governments in gridlock 

All of me knows all of you / But we don’t know what this city’s been through / All of me knows all of you / But we don’t know what this city’s been through / ooo

My neighbor Johnny he’s seen a lot of shit 

He watched a man die on the corner where I live 

The bloods been gone now for some 50 years 

But that’s the kind of memory that just don’t disappear 

He feeds the birds and feels the hurt as the kids bike by 

He belly laughs and trims the grass under a cotton candy sky 

All of me knows all of you / But we don’t know what this city’s been through / All of me knows all of you / But we don’t know what this city’s been through / ooo

It’s 4th of July in the neighborhood 

It’s a sparkling sky and a happy kid 

He still feels the magic 

Of popsicles and habit 

He wants the big firework but his dad won’t let him have it 

He sees all the wonder in the world 

He’s gonna watch it unfurl 

For now it’s peach trees 

Warm breeze 

A new band is playing and there’s a farm stand in the rain  

For now it’s fireflies

Bike rides  

Trampoline houses and stardust in the air 

All of me knows all of you

But we don’t know what this city goes through

All of me knows all of you

But we don’t know what this city will go through / oooo

But we don’t know what this city will go through 

Oooo 

© Kora Feder 2025

50 ways to leave your lover was ringing in my head 

8 months later still couldn’t tell you exactly why I left 

I know that you knew deep down that someday the end was coming 

Just maybe not that way and maybe not that summer 

Something about the future in that sweet and sour Brooklyn air 

Had me coming up for breath wishing I was anywhere but there 

Something about my changing country and my changing heart 

Something about being 24 and a little doomed from the start 

I wanna know you in 20 years 

I wanna talk it all over a really good beer 

I wanna find you and your sweet and salt and pepper hair 

Somewhere in Alaska soaking up mountain air  

I am learning what it means to write a love song 

And how this cruel world and I are gonna get along, now

I must admit some nights all I want to do is show up at your stoop 

Text you ‘hey I’m here’ you’re making dinner some kind of meat filled stew  

We could go up to the rooftop, check on the breeze and your potted plants 

Maybe while we do dishes we could make up a new kitchen dance 

But I know that I regret nothing about me and you 

Except maybe wish we both had a little more courage for the truth 

‘Cause if I went back to your rooftop now it could never be the same 

Hurting someone you love must be the deepest kind of pain 

I wanna know you in 20 years 

I wanna talk it all over a really good beer 

I wanna find you and your sweet and salt and pepper hair 

Somewhere upstate soaking up valley air    

I am learning what it means to write a love song 

And how this cruel world and I are gonna get along, now

OOOOOOO it’s excruciating not to know 

every thought and place you go

do you ever feel alone  

OOOOOOO it’s hard not to see

you in every city street 

do you worry about me 

I guess I understand now why every goddamn record

Is a drawn out series of painful love letters

I’ve had trouble letting out anything but salt water when I think of you

But now it’s spilling out in paragraphs in rivers of blue 

Don’t you forget I will always love you and I will always care 

And as I know you’d do for me if you needed me I would be there 

And when we meet again in some future starry sunset mountain scene

I hope we can grill up something savory and we end with something sweet 

© Kora Feder 2025

All the corner shops have changed 

But the sidewalks are the same 

The creek still has a little will to flow 

The fields still line with trees 

But the mailboxes are green now  

And I guess this all means we’re getting old 

I’m gonna be there

I’m gonna be there 

Yellow blouse and blue jeans 

You were the elementary queen 

In all our eyes you were the sun’s purest glow 

Married under the slide 

I was so proud to call you mine 

Now I guess we’re divorced and alone

I’m gonna be there

I’m gonna be there

I’m gonna be there

New religions in the schoolyard 

Other kids they fell so hard 

For our holy popcorn kernel in the sky 

Teacher had to split us up 

Civil war and she’d had enough 

Cheek to cheek grinning we said our fake goodbyes 

I’m gonna be there

I’m gonna be there

I’m gonna be there

On tuesdays our playdate tuesdays

I say a toast to all the reasons I love you 

All the people you kissed all the parties I missed

And all the futures we somehow foretold  

And when we both are home together we will roam in any weather 

To jump the fence line again before we’re old 

I’m gonna be there

I’m gonna be there

I’m gonna be there 

I’m gonna be there

When you’re walking down the aisle I’m gonna be there 

When you’re watching your kid smile I’m gonna be there

When you’re sad for a while I’m gonna be there 

I’m gonna be there…

© Kora Feder 2025

I was playing a show in the way outskirts of Brooklyn 

Expecting no one to show but a couple of college friends 

You were there in leather vest, I’d never seen you so well dressed 

You made that night feel special which is what you did best 

I was trying to explain who you were to my lover 

You said “OH just wait till I tell your family”

Before the night was over you evaporated out the door 

You had a way of leaving early 

Ooooo / Too Soon 

We were out in your sailboat around hour four

You came up from a nap to admire the shore 

You had a way of soaking up everything 

Savoring the the details like a full time living 

Someone in a hurry suggested “time to go in” 

You said “have we talked about the weather”  

They smiled and gave in they were not gonna win

You had a way of staying out forever 

Ooooo / Too Soon

I’m not one to go believing in an afterlife 

But it’s hard not to dream when someone you love dies 

Maybe somewhere in the ether a moose was born today   

Hoop earrings and mustache and a couple things to say  

Hoop earrings and mustache and a few more things to say  

ooooo, oooo (both sides now melody)

Of all the sails and dessert parties and leather vests  

There’s a moment for me above all the rest 

We were out on the porch you me straight in the eye

You said “I’ve never seen you so happy”, and I realized you were right 

No one else seemed to noticed but you saw everything 

You had a way of delivering the punchline 

Everything was better when you arrived on the seen  

You’d be there but in your own time 

Ooooo Ooooo Too Soon

Ooooo Ooooo Too Soon

© Kora Feder 2025

We lost Prine yesterday and I cried in my drink

Now I’ve got tears in my whiskey I’ve got dishes in my sink 

Cases are rising goodbyes are shooting up fast

I’ve got no degree in science not even a working mask 

The neighbor’s dog is howling hasn’t left in a week

I think she speaks for all of us it’s getting harder to sleep 

I’m hearing from friends I haven’t spoken to in years

How do you catch up with someone when you’re both close to tears 

I looked in the mirror and all I could see

Was a worried old woman in a young person’s body 

Out on my tiny city deck I pretend that I’m free 

My quiet neighbor opens his window and starts to scream 

Same damn shirt like Steve Jobs no bra for days

Make coffee close my eyes I’m in a crowded cafe 

I will not call my ex or google what’s in the air

But if we’re being honest I am already there 

Cause our heroes are helpless and our leaders tell lies

Sometimes I wake up in the morning thinking everything’s alright

But I look in the mirror and all I can see

Is a worried old woman in a young person’s body 

I look in the mirror and all I can see

Is a worried old woman looking back at me  

What about the streets of Beijing and the people who live there

What about the taco man who I met at the fair 

Or the artists in New York who serve drinks for a living 

What if after all this there’s no place where they fit in 

And what about my grandpa he just turned 94

He’s seen it all but I want him to see more 

And what if the glaciers release new diseases

And the new generations have nothing good to believe in 

I looked in the mirror and all I could see

Was a worried old woman in a young person’s body 

I looked in the mirror and all I could see

Was a worried old woman, she’s looking back at me

© Kora Feder 2025

Days like today everything is crystal clear 

The waves keep on breaking but the coast feels no fear 

Grandpa’s orange tree is fading in the January sun

He’s up in his bed he can’t hear anyone 

I know that will be me up there someday 

If I’m lucky enough to have a tree by a bay 

We’re all living and dying it’s a movie cliche  

How’d I get this gray hair and this job I don’t want

How the hell did it get to be 2021 

Who am I to think there’s some grace to be won 

Live and die 

Days like today the bees keep on buzzing 

Groundhog goes down and comes right back up again 

Elders investigate how I’m living my life 

What’s my job what’s my purpose what’s the joy that I find 

The joy is in the moments that don’t make much sense 

The colors of the evening and the hi’s across the fence 

It’s the postcards and phone calls from long lost friends 

How’d I get so lucky to have someone to love 

How the hell did it get to be 2021 

Who am I to think there’s some race to be run 

Who am I 

Days like today I relate to the clouds 

Grandma’s memory is fragile slowly emptying out 

I try on her clothes to remind her where she wore them

The picket line the Pentagon and some Northern island 

I’m wearing her favorite plaid shirt to weed the orange tree 

I think it’s better on her but it’s fine on me 

She can’t remember why there’s a hole in the left elbow sleeve

Maybe all of my parts they’ll just puzzle into place

But I’ll always be puzzled why she makes us say grace 

To a god she don’t believe in in a world that she hates 

She’s singing 

Who am I..  Live and die.. Who am I 

© Kora Feder 2025

The sun is shining on Georgian Bay 

I finally told you

Animals are waking up out of the gray 

Ice is melting, I am too 

I don’t need a city to want me

I don’t need a certain amount of money 

I don’t need to replace sugar with honey 

For you to love

For you to love 

For you to love me 

Water is lapping up against the orange clay

Bare arms in the morning air 

I dreamt I was stuck under the river in a crowded subway

Opened my eyes and  you were there

(repeat above chorus)

Neighbor snowmobile goes away for summer

She closes the shed door 

Migratory birds fly above her

We listen to their words  

A blue flower pops out of the snow it’s a miracle 

Maple vats are singing in the wind 

Based on pattern it’s time for me to go travel 

But I think I wanna stay here instead 

You don’t need to buy yourself a new suit 

You don’t need to brag about the borders you’ve been through 

You don’t need to prove all that you’ve grown into 

For me to love

For me to love 

For me to love you 

The sun is shining on Georgian Bay 

I finally told you

Animals are waking up out of the gray 

Ice is melting, I am too 

© Kora Feder 2025

No more mint in the meadow

The bees have all fled 

It’s never going to snow here

Mountains turn to red 

Did your yak run out of butter

Did you realize we’re small

Did you get so much knowledge

That you know nothing at all 

Welcome to the faraways

Privilege of knowing lets you down some days 

We’re here but we’re not here to stay 

In the faraways 

When you’re lost on the backroads

Do you feel no fright

When the storm clouds scream at you

Do you feel no bite

Grocery store in the morning

See the look in their eyes

Do you remember the starving

Do you hear them cry 

Welcome to the faraways

Privilege of knowing lets you down some days  

Body here mind gone astray 

In the faraways 

When you’re falling don’t fall too fast

We’re all falling, trying to make it last 

There’s no real fantasy 

It’s just you and reality 

Painfully plain, you see

Did your yak run out of butter

Did you realize we’re small

Did you get so much knowledge

That you know nothing at all