I’ve run out of meaningful things to say about Ron Sexsmith, after posting dozens of his songs on the blog over the years.
Truth be told, I probably ran out of meaningful things to say about him five songs ago.
He’s awesome; I love his work; if you don’t have any of his albums you should remedy that as soon as possible. That about sums it up.
I am a bit surprised that I’ve never featured ‘At Different Times,’ a standout track from his sophomore record Other Songs. Just goes to show how deep a catalog he has.
I can hardly wait
Oh, to welcome all that was estranged
To my life again
I thought I was on my own
At different times
Just a voice on a cold pay phone
At different times
Now I’m taken by these thoughts of how
We found you and I
In the midst of it all, in a northern town
Between the earth and sky
These thoughts of you come around
At different times
We watch as the sun goes down
At different times
At different times
I’ve been tempted by these open doors
You turned and I was gone
Now I pray that I was spoken for
In my absence, in my song
I thought I was on my own
At different times
Like a stranger in my own home
At different times
At different times
Meet Me In Montauk 
This sounds like Jackson Browne, which, in my world, is a good thing.