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forever is a mountain weve yet to climb
tears are a part of what is yet to leave behind
strength in numbers all you need is two
everyones a winner yet still so many lose
the volume of emotion erupting in our soul
a quiet revelation quickly takes a hold
patience is a virtue but she wont always wait
dissension is the tension its what weve learned to hate
it was late september i remember well
memories of the living the old man told the tale
of rising and falling and cruelty and kind
the thing the old man told me truly blew my mind
yes, now we are finding who we are
cause we can see forever
i know its been said so many times before
i once was blind but now i see
and sometimes it just makes no sense
but i believe yeah
we are finding who we are
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I sit in a chair reflecting back upon my life
and I have so much yet to learn and so much yet to see and do
it's love that holds it all together
i just glad to let you know that
it's love thats holding back the weather
and the same will let it go
i sit on the beach feeling the wind
feeling your hand
in all theres a ship on the ocean
and i cant decide if i like it
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simple words i have in mind
nothing more between the lines
i have heard that love is blind
if its true then i will find
from my heart i want to say
but the words get in the way
millions of ways to say the same
even though the feelings change
i never get tired of you
oh no oh yeah
never never i never get tired of you
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i think back to the time
when i wouldnt drink wine
and they taught me wrong and right
and black and white
like death and the grave
some things never change
and ill never let it rest until i die
i wanna love someone special til death do us part
to have one and need no other
sometimes i cry stumbling through my youth
cause ive loved so much
yet so little
the fine art of friendship
meaning of love
understanding
growing old
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Hey Mr Wilson, I'm glad to shake your hand.
and... its nice to see you too, and yes I understand.
That I'm not to take it personal although we look like people.
and it could be my son on the chopping block.
but I'm sure he'll understand.
You're at the table, and you seem nice enough.
(Called his daddy, he was mad, he came took my ball and bat he...)
I just can't figure, are you for real or not?
(Called me brother, sister, mother, shook my hand and calls me "sir")
And im not to take it personal.
although we look like people.
and it could be my wife on the chopping block.
but I'm sure she'll understand.
I'm sure we'll understand.
-Solo break-
And I'm not to take you personal.
although we look like people.
and it could be my head on the chopping block.
but I'm sure I'll understand.
I'm sure we'll understand
NO! We don't understand!
Hey Mr Wilson, do what you have to do.
(Lay the pipe, the apple's ripe, I'm going to Japan.)
Is that good enough?
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Sing this song this ones for you
Oh for you
I sing this song this ones for you
Youre the story
Its you its you
What can I say
What should I do
Oh for you
What can I say
What should I do oh
Youre the glory
Its you its you
Its you its you
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I dont care if youre sick
What can I possibly do with an american library
And a contract on you
Ive got six broken soldiers in the trunk of my car
Two of them speak
Four go to bars
Rods in the closet
A six shooter in hand
A caged up gorilla and three local bands
Fluently the parrot speaks
Six languages not known to men
A sixpence and a quarter
As the audience he scans
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A feeling welling up inside
That seems to grip my soul
A neverending need as far back as my mind can go
But I just cant help it
I cant help it
A door flies open wide
A momentary river flow
Then back to scrutinizing
Watch to see the the water slow
And then a mark is left
The feeling of some type of relief
And then the laughter comes reinforcing my belief
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early in the morning i hear my neighbors stereo
the telephone should start ringing as usual
i listen to my answering machine screening all my calls
solicitor wrong numbers and some i just dont know
i mailed your letter the other day but its got so far to go
someone backed into my car it has a dent in the door
now i cant stand eating breakfast early in the morning
now theres someone knocking at my door
its a friend whos getting married
i hope this one lasts longer than the one before
i got the blues this morning just trying to make it through
to live and to love you sometimes suffer
my neighbor called it payin dues
another day just a fading memory flashes across my eyes
here and there happy said oh lord got to make this rhyme
nothing much to tell you but ive got so much on my mind
guess ill put this pencil down
sincerely your friend
i dont know what to say but how are you today
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ive been in tears
ive been the clown
ive had my doubts
what if im wrong
ive been in love
then maybe not
i crossed my heart
and then forgot
i read the story
that you died
i turned the page
you were alive
with hope and love
but mostly faith
one day ill see you face to face
everywhere i go i see you there ah...
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i could shout from a rooftop how i really feel
do you really want to know
do you really care
i could silently scream so you never hear
somebody said you must rise above it all
cause we were born to be loved
somebody said read the writing on the wall
we were born to be loved
how the meaning changes when the screaming hits your ears
do you hear and do you really care
can you count the reasons why we have so many fears
as big heart lonely eyes
a child plays with toys to soon to realize
to stop playin take it all inside
all he wanted was love
he remembers how that nobody cared
he was alone with everybody there
took a chance and got outta there
all he wanted was love
the mouth of the fool was a whip on his back
hes got the scars to prove it
a broken heart
a matter of fact
but he knows how to use it
happy endings are not just for tv
broken hearts
dont lose one piece of the puzzle
and the beatles said all you need is love
i could point the finger but theres too much inside here
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We've all seen the evil of this world
And we feel so helpless with all the lies
Everyone believes somewhere there's love
Darkness is just a speck in the light
We are children trapped in time
We are strong
You see the word brings no lies
I believe it has a name
I believe he is alive
Bad luck we hide it oh so well
Just enough to tell you
I can't see my eyes are blind
If I look then surely I will find
If I learn my lessons when I'm older I'll be wise
We are children trapped in time
We are strong
You see the word brings no lies
I believe it has a name
I believe he is alive
Listen to me very closely
There is more heaven than hell
Faith, hope, love
We've all seen the evil of this world
And we feel so helpless with all the lies
Everyone believes somewhere there's love
Darkness is just a speck in the light
We are children trapped in time
We are strong
You see the word brings no lies
I believe it has a name
I believe he is alive
Faith, hope, love
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only know what i believe
the rest is so absurd to me
i close my eyes so i cant see
but the picture just gets clearer everyday
i read somewhere to learn is to remember
and ive learned we all forgot
there was peace in her before
but that was yesterday
but i can see the beauty that is here for me
the chance to live and walk free
from a legal kill
i know your side so very well
it makes no sense that i can tell
the smell of hell is what i smell
and you hand it out with handshakes everyday
i have trouble with the persons with the signs
but i feel the need to make my own
yes there are two ways to be
and truth does not depend on me
but i can feel the fight for life is always real
i cant believe its no big deal
its a legal kill
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