I've been livin' my life like a man in chains Ever since she took her love away But this is now and that was then And baby, all bad things gotta come
She woke up this mornin' and she knew They were through She was leavin' She packed up her love and her memories Now she sees Her heart was breakin' even
One Night in New Orleans On a super bowl Sunday In a bar with a big screen TV She was there with some girls They were down from Montreal And she walked
Recognize the writing on the plain white envelope I've wondered where she'd wind up before she called or wrote Answer's in a circle through the word love
Looking down that long road She relieves me the memories Wishing he had stayed And he never said goodbye Lately she's been missing All the nights he
Go on and cry, you won't change my mind Your pain and troubles don't concern me I gave you my love but it was not enough I was just your bridge and girl
Sit down here beside me It's been so long since we've been real No small talk, no smoke screens It's time we talk about what we don't feel These are the
He was born on a summer day Nineteen sixty-one And with the slap of a hand He had landed as an only son Mother and father said, ?What a lovely boy? Well
She hasn't done a thing that really has to mean she's going anywhere I haven't seen it showing in her eyes but I swear it must be there I don't know why
She hasn't done a thing, That really has to mean, She's goin' anywhere. I haven't seen it showing in her eyes, But I swear it must be there. I don't know
Well it used to be that you couldn't tell me anything Just another young fool who thought he knew it all I was runnin' hard and fast thinkin' I was invincible
You're the kind of woman, I've been dreaming of But I never thought that I could ever say it good enough To win your love You probably think I'm foolish
Don't cry for me when I'm gone Keep the faith and be strong 'Cause through it all I've been blessed I faced my fears and I've passed the test So when
Dear Lord, help us understand Why you came and took him by the hand And led him to his new home in the sky Our hearts weren't ready to let him go So
If you think I'll just be sittin' here waiting That I'll be there the next time you come home You better take a long hard look in the mirror 'Cause that
My old friend lives up in the mountains He flew up there to paint the world He says, "Even though interpretation's what I count on This little picture
[John H. Hopkins, Jr., 1857] We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we traverse afar. Field and fountain, moor and mountain, Following yonder
If someone asked me who I was I'd respond in terms of us It's hard to recall the day When I didn't think that way I was one half of you and me That was