Lately I'm remembering days from long ago
And a dreamlike, stream-like sequence
Of events that did unfold.
I can see your face before me,
Angelic and bronze,
While your hangdog husband hounded us
Through the streets of Oregon.
I guess it's true.
Well, I guess it's true.

What was it you saw in me?
A kid with dreams and brains.
You told me I was Demian,
But you didn't quite explain.
You asked me for a date.
You said your husband didn't mind.
“They Shoot Horses, Don't They?”
With that arrangement, he was fine.
It could be true.
Yeah, it could be true.

Am I falling in love with you again, again?
Am I falling in love with you again?

When I was in love with you,
I couldn't open up my door.
Yeah, when I was in love with you,
I couldn't open up my door.
She said, “Please don't ask me to stay anymore.”
And she walked right out the door.

What did I know about it?
Why not, what could be the harm?
And we kissed under the stars that night
And she melted in my arms.
For a few brief weeks
I reveled in my life.
I didn't know at home
It was all strife.
I didn't know her husband said,
“God damn it, you're my wife.
Don't see him no more.
Don't see him no more.”

Am I falling in love with you again, again?
Am I falling in love with you again?

The fire burns into embers,
The embers into ash.
The ashes turn to dust
And then they're buried in the past.
Where were you coming from?
Somewhere behind the dawn.
Where were you going
That you had to lead me on?
I turned my head to ponder what went wrong.
I turned my head to watch you walking on.
I turned my head and looked away
And when I looked back, you were gone.
It could be true.
It could be true.
It could be true.
In love with you.

Words and music by Jim Choukas-Bradley.
Jim Choukas-Bradley: vocals, piano;
Amanda Olsavsky: vocals;
Jesse Daumit: vocals, lead guitar;
Jesse Choukas-Bradley: vocals, lead and rhythm guitar;
Julian Addison: vocals;
Jeff Reed: bass;
Larry Ferguson: drums.

Recorded at Levon Helm Studios, Woodstock, NY.
Engineered and mixed by Justin Guip.

This is another song that goes back many years, all the way back to my early college years (they were
extended). Unlike most of the others on the CD, this song takes part of its story line from certain events
in my own life in those times. I wrote the tune and some of the words, including the chorus, back then,
but never finished it. I always thought there would come a time when I would, because I liked the different parts of the tune -- verse, bridge and chorus -- a lot. When the band was rehearsing for our first recording session at the Levon Helm Studios in Woodstock, where we were traveling specifically to record my new song "Levon," I knew we would have enough studio time to record three songs. I wanted to pick them to fit the sound and ambience in the Studio.

I settled on "Way Down In Dixie Land" as our second song, but I didn't know what we should do for a third. I thought “Falling In Love” would lend itself really well, so I started working on the vocals and the lyrics and committed the band to record it. That meant I had to finish the song! I had a few quiet hours on a plane on a business trip to Nebraska, got inspired, and succeeded in writing a full set of lyrics, building on the lines and phrases that I remembered from the past. I felt they were good, even very good.

Unfortunately, though, I had written them on the back of a draft contract I was taking to my meetings there, and then I had to put the song out of my mind until the meetings were over and I was back at the airport waiting for the plane back to Washington. I went to pull those lyrics out of my bag to work on them some more, and realized with a sinking feeling that I had left behind, in my hotel room, the draft contract that I no longer needed, the meetings being over, to lighten the load of documents in my bag. I first tried to remember what I had written, tried to recreate the lyrics. I got some of them, but not all.

So I went after a long shot and called the hotel. Ironically, the hotel staff had made a serious mistake with my room reservation during a previous stay (I had been moved out of my room), and my bitter complaints resulted in me receiving a personal apology from the hotel manager, along with his direct dial number and an invitation to call if I ever needed anything. So I called him and told him what had happened, and asked if he could check to see if the room I had stayed in had already been cleaned. He did. It had been. But he volunteered
to ask the staff to check through the bags of trash from the rooms along that corridor to see if they could find the contract document with the writing on the back. He called me back and said they had found it! His assistant manager said they would put the document in a large envelope and mail it back to me at my office in Washington. All right! But then the envelope never showed up! Never. Lost in the mail somewhere.

The date of the recording session was upon us. So on the eve of the trip to Woodstock, I took the words I had from the old days, as much as I could remember of the new words I had created, and wrote new lyrics to fill out the rest. What an ordeal! But we got it. I think this song was one of our best recordings, and I think it contains some of the best lines on the CD: "The fire burns into embers, the embers into ash. The ashes turn to dust and then they're buried in the past.”