Stephen Houpt

Songs Drifting Through

Stephen Houpt
Todd Jeffries, Stephen Houpt, and Michelle Stroescu


The lyrics were written by my old friend Todd Jeffries, revised a bit by Michelle Stroescu and I.  I wrote the music, play a Tony Francis Weissenborn, and sing.


These songs could drift through anytime

After all the myths blew away

And we saw our own illusions too    

And all that desire in between


There is a need to fill the void

We all want to know what to do

I’m going home to see my mama

Her lovin’ words will see me through


Three hundred yards across the slow water

Beneath the singing sycamores

This steamy July day

It was just like this two centuries ago     

We expected to see Indians

When we scrambled up on the muddy banks of Maryland

But there was nobody, not even a canoe

We decided to swim back

There was nothing else to do