Lady
Lady, you've been so good to me.
Lady, now I want you to see
What my life could be
If someone got behind me
And loved my like you do.
Oh, the things that I could do.
Sweet Danielle
Sweet Danielle,
You know damn well
That I'm the only one,
That I'm the man who can
Show you the sun
On a grey winter's day.
And Sweet Danielle,
You never can tell
If we'll be done tomorrow
Or if I'm the man who can
Ease your sorrow,
And stay another day.
We never expected a spark
The winter so cold and stark.
In each others' arms we'd stay,
Eventually couldn't stay away.
Go ahead and make your plans,
But expect that they'll be handed
Back to you with a grin,
Handed back to you by Him.
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How can we be such fools,
Thinking we're too cool for school?
Fate the only authority
Burns up all our priorities.
But you ask...
"Why won't He give me what I want?"
His reply:
"Because you deserve to much more."
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Royalty
I love ya, little mama.
You can feel my heart.
I won't stand above ya.
May we never part.
You serve as my Queen
I serve you as your King.
Towns and Spaces in between,
You're my ears when I sing.
I knew I'd fall right into you.
I didn't know you'd fall into me.
When the world was black and I was blue
You sheltered me so selflessly.
All the magic in our own back yard.
Tall trees bearing our names.
Make easy things that were so hard,
As they melt into this sweet refrain.
Again, It Was You
You used to hold me all night long.
Sweet, in your arms,
You used to sing me to sleep
With all of your own songs,
While I used to would roam the streets at night,
Just looking for something new.
And when I finally found it,
When I finally found it, Again, It Was You.
Changes
There going to be some Changes made today
Quit my job, picked up my pay today.
I'm changing and I'm changing straight away.
Gonna hit the street and walk a beat,
Take my lady on the town.
Get some drinks and get some eats.
It's my treat, we gonna get on down.
I'm changing from my head down...to my feet.
I'm tired of paying rent on a house I'll never own,
I'm tired of this coop I shoulda already flown.
I'm changing and I ain't changing on my own.
I gotta go out and dig on my own farm,
Be a man, put some ink in my own arm.
This change today gonna be my lucky charm!
I gotta change!
Give me a brand new suit!
A hundred bucks to boot.
Put my money where my mouth is.
I'm gonna put up or shut up!
Gonna put up or shut up,
Put my money where my mouth is,
Brand new suit and a hundred bucks to boot!
I gotta change!
Love
Of course, love is baked into the fresh baked cookies.
Of course, love is found in the Christmas tree.
Of course, love lives in the lovers' kiss,
But you absolutely must remember this:
Love's inside the sickness, love's inside the fight,
Love makes up the darkest night.
Love is exactly where it hides from sight.
The restaurant, the skating rink,
The movie theater, the kitchen sink...
But don't forget the sickbed or the broken heart;
The couple's boxing ring, the lovers torn apart.
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The end of the road, the story that's been told,
The broken down car, not knowing where you are,
The falling apart, the picking back up,
The lifelong scar, the words at the bar.
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Nothing is Yours
You've got nothing to lose, til there's something to be lost.
Then you might panic; protect it at all cost.
You used to leave the windows open and the doors all ajar.
Now, you're all locked up tight; vigilant wherever you are.
Nothing is Yours, Nothing is Yours.
You foolish child, you own nothing.
Nothing is ever Yours.
Hold on to what you love, and let go of it too.
Cuz if you hold it too tight, it just might run away from you.
Be wary of confusion, you can't lose what was never yours;
Thinking that you're feeding love, actually waging wars.
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The eggs all in the basket, tied up in pretty linen.
Hold them with a loose hand and refrain from all that sinnin':
Lust and greed and coveting, too...
Breathe deeply and let them go.
Cuz eggs held only with your heart may hatch
And then they'll grow, oh. . .
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Little Guy
Little Guy stick his hand in his pocket
Always come out clean
Little Guy stick his hand in his pocket
Always lookin' lean
Big man stick his hand in his pocket
Always come out greazy
Little Guy got it hard
Big man got it easy
Hide & Seek
I remember playing Hide & Seek
Out in the garden
Sometimes life was hard an'
Seemed unfair
But now I can't go outside an'
I can't keep hidin'
From myself anymore
Can't keep waiting by the door
And now, I'm my own worst enemy
But can I be
Equal to my destiny
And let this be
What brings out the best in me?
Helps me find the rest of me?
(Or at least what's left of me?