Songwriting

Songwriting is one of my secret joys. I’ve been writing songs and song-lyrics—from pop to gospel, from folk-rock to Broadway—for a long long time. Here are a couple of sample songs I wrote with pianist/composer, Scott Warner. If you’d like to see more, please contact me here.

All Things You

Makin' My Bones

performed by Petra Luna w/full band

Petra Luna, vocal

Scott Warner, piano

From the moment that we met

The luscious lie was true

For every soul there is a mate

If there’s me there must be you

Everywhere you’ve ever been

Everything you do

I want to know

All things you

I want yours to be the face I see

When I wake up every day

When the work is done, I’ll be the one

To ask you out to play

The fears, the dreams, the in-betweens

The one you whisper to

The secrets of

All things you

The way you take a stand

Like a woman of the world

The way you take my hand

Like a frightened little girl

The way you key the light you see

The way you free right through

The way you’re true

To me

Up and down, and around and around

We will dance the dance we do

Let me be the one you test

Let me be the place you rest

Let my life be the one that’s blessed

By all the things you do

I’m here to love

All things you

I’ve done some things

Been taken, been given

In the name of the Dream

In the hope of forgiving

Makin’ my bones

In the bright night place

Makin’ my bones

With a dazzling face

Makin’ my bones

Till there’s no bones to make

When do I get

To come home, O Lord

When do I get

To come home

I’ve done some things

Some righting, some wronging

In the name of a Vision

In the prayer of belonging

Makin’ my bones

Where the heat is the hottest

Makin’ my bones

With the have’s and have-nottests

Makin’ my bones

‘Gainst an ungainly Goddess

When do I get

To come home, O Lord

When do I get

To come home

Been at war for so long

In the name of a peace

Been acting so strong

Can’t remember an ease

Done all the tasks

Cleaned up my street

Done all You asked

Now I’m begging You, please

Makin’ my bones

For that radiant face

Makin’ my bones

For that sweet restful place

Makin’ my bones

I am ready at last

When do I get

To come home, O Lord

When do I get

To come home