Ray Johnson

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Copyright 2024 Ray Johnson
Publishing: Soon To Be Famous Publishing LLC
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Sounds Like: 70's singer/songwriter
Genre: Acoustic Rock/Pop/Ballad
Instruments: Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Piano, Organ, Keys, Chimes, Bongos, Drums and Male Vocals
Writer(s): Ray Johnson

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All Music, Lyrics, Vocals and Production have been created by human sources 100%. AI is not used in any capacity in the creation of Isn't That True.

Story Line: In 'Isn't That True,' Maya settled into the plush velvet chair, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her wine glass. The warm, ambient glow of the candles danced across the rustic wooden tables, casting shadows that mirrored the nostalgia in her eyes.

Eli entered the bar, his familiar silhouette outlined against the doorway, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips as he approached her. "It's been too long," Eli said, his voice a mixture of relief and regret as he sat across from Maya. The air was thick with unspoken words, and the soft strains of a piano played in the background. @Maya nodded, her eyes meeting his, searching for the familiar connection they once had. "We were so young back then, weren't we?" she mused, taking a sip of her Merlot.

The rain began to patter against the windows, creating a cocoon of intimacy around them. Eli leaned forward, his expression earnest. "We had dreams, Maya. So many dreams that somehow slipped away," he confessed, his fingers tapping nervously on the table. Maya sighed, nodding in agreement. "And heartbreaks. So many of those too. It's funny how we thought we knew it all back then," she added, her voice tinged with irony.

Eli swirled his wine, contemplating the swirling red liquid. "Do we talk about it? The past, the moments that didn't last?" he asked, his gaze locked onto Maya's. Maya hesitated, feeling the weight of the years between them. "Maybe we should. Maybe that's the only way to figure out where we are now," she replied softly, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

The tension slowly gave way to laughter, their shared memories weaving a tapestry of their intertwined lives. Eli chuckled, recalling a childhood escapade that ended in disaster. Maya laughed along, her eyes sparkling with the warmth of reminiscing. "Despite everything, here we are. What do we do about a love like ours?" Eli asked, his tone both hopeful and hesitant.

The night was drawing to a close, the bar slowly emptying around them. Maya reached across the table, her hand finding Eli's. "Maybe it's not about deciding now. Maybe it's about giving us a chance to see what we can be," she suggested, her voice filled with quiet determination. Eli nodded, squeezing her hand gently. The promise of something new hung in the air, a testament to the enduring bond they shared.

Isn’t That True

So it begins so it will end
Maybe we’re better off simply being friends

Isn’t it rich isn’t it pure
We put ourselves inside a place where no one’s sure
Isn’t that true

We were so young blinded by faith
Only to find ourselves living a heart break

Years of our lives left undefined
Trying to find the answers in a glass of wine
Isn’t that true

Do we talk about the past and the moments that didn’t last
Broken dreams another scar have we figured out where we are
Now I’m here with you what are we gonna do
About a love, me and you, isn’t that true

To many roads so many towns
All of the emptiness when no one was around
Isn’t that true

Do we talk about the past and the moments that didn’t last
Broken dreams another scar have we figured out where we are
Now I’m here with you what are we gonna do
About a love, me and you, isn’t that true


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