Why

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Woke with a dream in the back of my head
About 50 years ago.
Teenage band in a greyhound station
Just a misfit traveling show.

No Destination just couldn’t go home.
We had no real place to go.
Running away in the dead of the night.
Begin a life out on the road.

Why did I run.
Why did I cry.
With no place to go.
No wings to fly.

Daddy’s back from a war.
With those voices in his head.
An Anger man filled with pride.
A broken family man.

Was it wrong the children ask.
He keeps it inside
The kids just see brutality.
Then the angels cried.

Why did he fight.
Why did they die.
No legs to run.
No wings to fly.

Where do they go.
When the church bells ring.
Why they don’t laugh.
Why they don’t sing no more.
I ran out the door.

Where do they go.
When the church bells toll.
Daddy never came home.
Out in the rain we go.

Child

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A troubled child on the news again
Nothing to lose nothing to win
A familiar child with no fear
Where else would I be
You find me here

I picked it apart every word un clear
Seems so long ago alone,
Searching for answers in the tunes
Everywhere sound, but few clues here
I still hear it in my dreams,
It whispers to my ear

So many nights
driving the back way home
Cruising for miles
with nowhere to go
Radio tunes by the dashboard light.
Searching for clues
to fix my broken soul

So easy to get lost
inside your own darkness
And forget all about
the world out side
Forget that once upon a time
I was that child
Searching for a miracle
to save my life

On the point of a pin
every world unsaid
I see now what I didn’t see then
What you lose, what you choose
From the same set of clues
Another ember floating on the wind

Days

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So many days now have passed us by
So many nightmares in so many nights.
I walked a lonely road in darkness
Did not even know why.
We would never find the dream
Just couldn’t get it right.

Didn’t know it at the time
But you will always walk alone.
The dream you spend your life searching for
Was within you all the time.

So many bands of angels
Songs by angels never heard
Some great cause to follow
Yet never be put to words
We are all just soldiers
in a war rising on the tide.
The angels wait in shadows
To hear the songs we have inside.

Hollywood

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I never did make it to Hollywood
I never got that Nashville dream.
Strange I turned up playing an old guitar
on some deserted sunny beach.
I could cry about the dreams I missed
If I only had a little more time
But the moon is rising as the sun sets low
So I got to build a bonfire
and pour another glass of wine.

Running

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Find the silence if you think you can
It’s not so easy anymore
I used to care so much about
Which road I ran
But I’m not running anymore.

I wanted to be some kind of a hero
It just did not come to pass
Maybe some kind of a rock star
But it was not in my path.

I ran the back roads like everyone else
I never had much fear of dying.
It would not matter if you cry or run
We all have just so much time.

I escaped it once before in my past
But it will be back around.
I just hope when it finds me
I’m wide awake
If it sneaks up from behind.

 

Breath

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Every breath could be the last that I take
Every morning I’m suprised I awake
Let me live just one more day
I’ve got a tune that I just got to play.

And it’s stuck in my head
It’s just got to get out
Don’t bring me down
Cause I’m ready to shout