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Bebo Norman Album



1999
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You're waking me up from my daydream
Making me look up from my precious world
Forcing me to see your point of view

This broken sidewalk, not so broken as
The man who likes to walk, jumping all the cracks
Pushing his old bike, he's sure to smile at you

I was looking for the quick way home
But you were happy just to be alone
Something magic must have caught my eye
I saw the secret of the man inside
I saw the secret of the man inside

It's not the sun-baked brick lines in your skin
Thick with chain grease, aged and clumsy hands
It isn't struggled words you fight to say

Beneath the man-suit, beneath your purple skin
There is a boy who don't know that he's a man
He simply close his eyes and he can fly away

I was driving in the same old car
But you were dreaming of a land so far away
I was looking through my corner eye
But you were singing with the man inside
You were singing with the man inside

Some think they got a lot to offer
some think they got a lot to give
Those people think they own this world
but some people know to truly live

. . .


Deep in the night
Far past the point of slumber
I was wrapped in a love
It was woven fine
And it pulled me under

And I, I didn't want to leave her
And I didn't want to treat her
Like the story of my life
Just like that night
Love was fading fast
Leaving me cold inside

And where is that part
That houses all my fear
And which is the road that I take from here
Where is this world, where is this world
Where is my seam to find the picture of things

Just down my road in that place
Would quickly go by
I found, in a world of its own
A secret flower

And I didn't know why
But I, I didn't want to leave it
But I knew I couldn't keep it
Somewhere in this desert heart of mine
And miles away I'm out of breath
And I'm outta my mind

And where is that part
That houses all my fear
And which is the road that i take from here
And where is this world, where is this world
Where is my seam to find the picture of things

And I know that time will come
And when all the words are said
And I know that time will be
When I consider my source instead of me
So pay no mind
No its just feel I guess

I'm just lonley
So i'm holding you agian
I'm just lonely
So i'm holding you again
I'm just lonely
So i'm holding you again

. . .


I step outside into the light.
And as I walk and talk and say good-bye
I cannot smile, I cannot cry
those feelings so extreme, please tell me why.

Walking away,
why must the season's change
take me away
from ones that I love?
Walking away,
why must the feelings change
and take me away?
I'm crying, Lord, please don't fail me now.

Days of dust go rambling by,
running circles around my dreams and my life.
By the stare found deep in her eyes
a fleeting glimpse of love is passing her by.

Walking away,
why must the season's change
take me away
from the ones that I love?
Walking away,
why must the feelings change
and take me away?
I'm crying, Lord, please don't fail me now.

. . .


A shapeless piece of steel
That's all I claim to be
This hammer pounds to give me form
This flame, it melts my dreams

I glow with fire and fury
As I'm twisted like a vine
My final shape, my final form
I'm sure I'm bound to find

So dream a little
Dream for me
In hopes that I'll remain

And cry a little
Cry for me
So I can bear the flames

And hurt a little
Hurt for me
My future is untold

But my dreams are not the issue here
For they, the hammer holds

And the water, it cools me gray
And the hurt's subdued somehow
I have my shape, this sharpened point
What is my purpose now?

And the question still remains
What am I to be?
Perhaps some perfect piece of art
Displayed for all to see

So dream a little
Dream for me
In hopes that I'll remain

And cry a little
Cry for me
So I can bear the flames

And hurt a little
Hurt for me
My future is untold

But my dreams are not the issue here
For they, the hammer holds

The hammer pounds again
But flames I do not feel
This force that drives me, helplessly
Through flesh and wood reveal

A burn that burns much deeper
It's more than I can stand
The reason for my life was to take
The life of a guiltless man

So dream a little
Dream for me
In hopes that I'll remain

And cry a little
Cry for me
So I can bear the pain

And hurt a little
Hurt for me
My future is so bold

But my dreams are not the issue here
For they, the hammer holds

This task before me may seem unclear
But it, my maker holds

. . .


We planned to leave early
And to pack unheavy
Because the truck was getting full.
But the same old fear
At the end of the year
Wouldn't let us leave so soon.

The Blue Ridge Mountains were calling,
The rain was falling,
The wind was in our faces.
And above the sound
Of the engine I found us
Arriving at those places.

I've heard you say a
Thousand times
That we could never leave
This town,
But where were you last night
When the sun went down.

The rain proved steady
And as our packs wore heavy
With the weight of our survival.
The woods rang loud
With the love of our God
And the sound of our revival.
The summer wind turned colder
As the day grew older,
The night would soon surround us.
The Curtis Falls
Had a view of it all
As the snow fell all around us.

I've heard you say a
Thousand times
That we could never leave
This town,
But where were you last night
When the sun went down.

I was singing alone,
You were standing on the side.
And the water so warm
As you walked the mountain side,
And you washed my feet and cried.

Well, the days passed quickly
And our time was over
Three souls the same in sorrow.
But the Reds and rain
Put an intimate stain
On the start of our tomorrow.

And soon our pieces will scatter
In a world of anger,
The only thing to free us
Is the part of man
That we don't understand
That found a place between us.

I've heard you say a
Thousand times
That we could never leave
This town,
But where were you last night
When the sun went down.

. . .


A page is turned by the wind to a boy with curly grin
With a world to conquer at the age of ten
But as history unfolds and the storybook is told
He finds salvation not at the hands of man

And the God of second chance
Picked him up and He let him dance
Through a world that is not kind
And all this time, preparing him the one
To hold him up when he comes undone
Beneath the storm, beneath the sun
And now a man, here you stand
Your day has come

A page is turned in this world to reveal a little girl
With a heart that's bigger, as it is unfurled
By the language in her soul, that's teaching her to grow
With a careful cover of love that will not fail

And the God of second chance
Picked her up and He let her dance
Through a world that is not kind
And all this time, preparing her the one
To hold her up when she comes undone
Beneath the storm, beneath the sun
And grown up tall, here you are
Your day has come

Beneath the air of autumn, she took him by the hand
And warm beneath the ardor, she took his heart instead
And high upon the mountain, he asked her for her hand
Just for her hand

A page is turned in this life, he's making her his wife
And there is no secret to the source of this much life
When the grace falls like rain is washing them again
Just a chance to somehow rise above this land

Where the God of second chance
Will pick them up and He'll let them dance
Through a world that is not kind
And all this time, they're sharing with the one
That holds them up when they come undone
Beneath the sotrm, beneath the sun
And once again, here you stand
And once again, here you stand
Your day has come

. . .


Wash me clean again
And take me down in your water
And try to make me understand
Cause in this life that I live
I might have grown a little harder
But so have these times

Where we just war with words
And fight for rights to take a life
In the name of peace
But we cannot hide behind our picket fences,
Abortion lines, and warn defences
I dont' understand

Touch and go, it survives
In this land of our fathers
The bleeding and the needing
Are left behind

You say one name out aloud
While inside you feel another
But there is some comfort in pleasing the crowd
So you just raise your hands up to the sky
And scream a verse that will make them cry

But when those politics
They don't stick around
Those words fight back
They'll take you down
And you won't understand

So lord search my soul
And find the need to break this stone
And plant a seed and find me
Find a place for me inside

. . .


Well even in the light of day
We somehow slipped away
Into the city down by the lake.
And just beyond the crowded streets
We found a place to meet
Where the grass was greener.
And how we did sing beneath our God.

And the measure of that place
Was the pleasure on your face
As the music starts to rise
And the sun did fall.
But when the melody was young
Until the singers all were sung
The Maker of the skies,
Well He just smiled on.

And the move was fine...
Beneath the mountain city walls
It was a picture of us all
And our hearts were laughing
As the band did play
Until the music took our feet
To the motion of the street,
This grass was bluer
And how we did dance
On the yellow lines.

And the measure of that place
Was the pleasure on your face
As the music starts to rise
And the sun did fall.
But when the melody was young
Until the singers all were sung,
The Maker of the skies,
Well He just smiled on.

When the darkness finally fell
The mountains cast their spell
And we were together
With our eyes upheld
To the passion in the sky,
Our God and country lights.
It's an endless matter and how we did shine,
How we did shine beneath that night.

And the measure of that place
Was the pleasure on your face
As the music starts to rise
And the sun did fall.
But when the melody was young
Until the singers all were sung
The Maker of the skies,
Well He just smiled on.

. . .


I saw you in your mourning
Because my room was just the same
Through imaginary walls of masking tape
And somewhere past the quiet
I think I, I heard you growing up
And I, well I don't think I'll ever be the same
And Dad was there beside us
He'd sing us into dreams
Of good ol' Blue and seen old roads
To die on
And river days of heat and haze
We'd run until the sun would fade
And he'd carry us up to our beds at night

CHORUS:
And now we see this different angle
A second glance of life
In a world where fathers leave their boys
For the finer things
I can still remember that day
So hard it hurts my heart
To think that we were just the lucky few
And all along I never even knew

The light of day upon us
But now the scenery had changed
The Coventry was gone 'fore noon arises
Just bigger boys with bigger toys
And separate rooms to stop the noise
And we, we're still to young to know the finest call

But the holidays and candles brought the aging of our youth
The burning of all the innocence
Disguising all the truth
But our sunburned skin kept the taste of the salt
To fire the feelings we'd always fought
We'd found a new companion just 'fore the fall

REPEAT CHORUS

A season brought us back again
Just the three of us, alone
And if you ever see my heart fall again
Please pick it up, and bring it home
I saw you in your mourning
Because my room was just the same
Through imaginary walls of masking tape
And somewhere past the quiet
I think I heard you growing up
And I, well I don't think I'll ever be the same

. . .


Quietly slipping away are the fertile ties
that have bound us.
Behind its subtle ways you know this world
can hide and surround us.
And living in a lonely room beneath the
tomb oh, of another sky
they tell me that it's a shame not a word
was spoken as the bottom line was broken,
but it's coming back again.

And after all this time
the stillness still can shake me
to the corners of my mind
where the Angel Fire
oh, the Angel Fire shines.

She held me like the rest and wore her
summer dress so full of flowers.
And just as if to stay we loved along the
way but the time was not ours.
And standing there beneath the sun
I watched the river run
oh, as the kids float by.
It was a father and a son who made a simple
turning into a permanent good-bye,
but let's give it one more try.

And after all this time
the stillness still can shake me
to the corners of my mind
where the Angel Fire
oh, the Angel Fire shines.

Well, she held us in her morning
this one last time and we will be gone.
And looking up we watched the angels
paint the sky.
And with the passion of a picture
we made our silent ride down
just happy with this portion of our lives

And after all this time
the stillness still can shake me
to the corners of my mind
where the Angel Fire,
oh, the Angel Fire shines.

. . .


The sky was the color of morning
And the mountains surrounded
The ground as our bed.
The Spirit would rise without warning
Just to burn like the sun
That would soon warm our hands.

And the world was three days behind us,
And the world was three days ahead.
But for now no one could find us
In the wilderness.

Only bound by the burdens we brought,
But we were slowly releasing them
Along the way.
Pride was the battle we fought
Until we opened our eyes
To the Light of that day

The past towered before us,
But we could see the top of the trail.
So we climbed with strength we're not born with
And we were rising...

We stood on that mountain,
We turned to the sky.
With trembling inside,
We lifted our eyes
And pulling us higher...
Was something Divine
That gave us that time
On the Divide.
It was something Divine
That gave us that time
On the Divide.

So we turned from our view at the top
With a vision so clear
And the sun in our face.
And back to the valley we walked
Knowing everything good
Has its time and its place.

New life was brning inside us
Still it hurt turning to home.
But the same Spirit would guide us
That we had seen when...

We stood on that mountain,
We turned to the sky.
With trembling inside,
We lifted our eyes
And pulling us higher...
Was something Divine
That gave us that time
On the Divide.
It was something Divine
That gave us that time
On the Divide.

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