1. |
Self Made Orphan
02:35
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how sweet
to have a song of old
as the song of your youth
lovely
to know a whispered folk tune
as your own soft lullabye
oh, I would claim it
heart and soul
I'd claim it for my own
and with it
the sweet memory
of a childhood never known
how the tastes
and smells that form us
thread so thinly through my past
how my tastes
pose lingering questions
that I'd rather not have asked
a self made orphan
nose pressed
to the smeary glass of time
hungry for nostalgia
even when
it isn't mine
oh, I will
walk this line, I'll walk it
day by day year after year
I wil walk
the line between my
heedless joy and needless fear
I will tread
the windy path that has
led me to this place
somewhere between disaster
and a tender
state of grace
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2. |
Sit Here
03:43
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twenty-fifth of August
and I'm a long, long way
from home
I can't spy October
but I know that it exists
'til October comes
and bound and signed to roam
how to spend all my days?
wend my way through September's maze
have to just
sit here
on these warm rocks
dangling my feet
into the clear green cool
I better just
sit here
wasting my days
soak in this scene
don't bother feeling a fool
twenty-eighth of August
and I'm a long, long way
from you
looking at your picture
is the only way I know
I could ever hope
to improve upon the view
time to rest
with time to spare
when I get home
there'll still be time to share
have to just
sit here
on these warm rocks
dangling my feet
into the clear green cool
I better just
sit here
wasting my days
soak in this scene
don't bother feeling a fool
time is not always
on our side
it looks like my road
is twice as long as it is wide
and it is so, very wide
thirty-first of August
and I've a long, long way
to go
tomorrow brings September
thirty days to remind me
how much love
I have still got to show
would I speed
through these hours?
wish myself some magic genie powers?
have to just
sit here
on these warm rocks
dangling my feet
into the clear green cool
I better just
sit here
wasting my days
soak in this scene
don't bother feeling a fool
have to just
sit here
on these warm rocks
dangling my feet
into the clear green cool
I better just
sit here
wasting my days
soak in this scene
don't bother feeling a fool
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3. |
Anything Was Possible
05:28
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on the airplane
there were fancy glasses
and never ending seven-up
'cause the pretty lady
with the silly hat
seemed determined not to let me
drain my cup
a stomach full of butterflies
or something live
but equally improbable
back when everything
and anything
was possible
as the crow flies
about a thousand miles
to touch the hands that we set out to reach
I want a lifetime
and not just twenty days
to find each and every
treasure on that beach
a head so full of questions
and a motor mouth
that nearly was un-top-able
back when everything
and anything
was possible
prickly, and sparkly
my eyes fill with unshed tears
do I mourn the loss
of what might have been?
swiftly, so smartly
I smother each unfed fear
'cause I want to pack them up
send them back
to where I begin
a roll of thunder
under a ceiling blue
names I never really learned and don't repeat
and the living lie
that we danced around
like a ghostly rope
it's tangled at me feet
a heart so full of wonder
at a way of life that
I'd assumed impossible
back when everything
and anything
was possible
Ohhhhhhhhh
eyes and ears so full
of every sight and sound
the roar of shells
the taste and smell
of memories found
salty waves
flooding in
unstoppable
back when everything
and anything
was possible
was possible
was possible
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4. |
Dance Down The Path
03:38
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can you see that sun?
watch it tumble through the trees
like your chosen one
does it bring you to your knees?
step into that light
let it warm you, to the core
know the sting and bite
of wanting that much more
why don't you
open your heart
turn your face to the sun?
why don't you raise your voice in song and
dance, dance, dance
down the path
as you sow you reap
why not dig in with a grin?
just like a child mid-leap
that joy is right beneath your skin
and the life half lived
it's the life that's lived in fear
it is your gift to give
all that you would hold most dear
why don't you
open your heart
turn your face to the sun?
why don't you raise your voice in song and
dance, dance, dance
down the path
hop and a skip and a jump to the grave
wait 'til you're ninety you'll see
so take this loving tip
I offer it
to you
from me
why don't you
open your heart
turn your face to the sun?
why don't you raise your voice in song and
dance, dance, dance
down the path
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5. |
It Comes To This
04:40
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and so, it comes to this
an awkward shake of hands
this unforeseen farewell
leaves me in uncharted lands
and so, it comes to this
you'd think I would have known
when any fool could see that long ago
you'd flown
it comes to this
I didn't see
you'd flown
and so, it comes to this
though we're not in accord
I try my best to smile
while you try to act like you're not bored
and so, it comes to this
no happy endings here
just dry goodbyes, dry eyes
no tears
it comes to this
goodbye
no tears
take me
oh, take me
anywhere but here
bend me back
to a time
when I was who you looked to
make me
oh, make me
into what you need
need me
want me
I could be it
Oh, I don't see why
it comes to this
and look, I'm on my own
still it's not free I feel
it's just so, very alone
and so, it comes to this
where to, I hardly know
I only see that even if I stayed
that you would go
it comes to this
you stay
I'll go
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