Just the Lyrics

Week 27: Something’s Gotta Give
By Kim Davidson
© 2010

It’s not too comfy when the eye of the hurricane’s the only safe place to stand
And you can’t step out or you’ll get caught up and there’s no telling where you’ll land
And the devil you know, he says all the right things to keep you at his side
It’s a hell of a ride…

CHORUS: And the world just gets heavier on your shoulders
The camel’s back’s been broke so much he’ll never walk again
You’ve lost touch with all your friends and humor, and spend your days countin’ to ten
That’s no way to live… something’s gotta give…

You have to look pretty far back ‘til you find a time when you still believed
Is it askin’ so much when you can’t have it all just to have a little reprieve?
And there’s nobody there just to lean your head on so you don’t feel so alone
Weary to your bones…

CHORUS: And the world just gets heavier on your shoulders
The camel’s back’s been broke so much he’ll never walk again
You’ve lost touch with all your friends and humor, and spend your days countin’ to ten
That’s no way to live… something’s gotta give…

BRIDGE (spoken): The bills keep pilin’ up, the phone keeps ringing, collectors on the other end,
All you do is work, but you never see a penny ‘cause the money’s always changing hands,
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep, gotta keep pushing ahead
And you just hope you might have a day or two left to have some fun before you’re dead

CHORUS: And the world just gets heavier on your shoulders
The camel’s back’s been broke so much he’ll never walk again
You’ve lost touch with all your friends and humor, and spend your days countin’ to ten
That’s no way to live… something’s gotta give…

___________________________________________________

Week 26: Hole In My Heart
By Kim Davidson
(c) 2010

My life is in boxes, suspended in time, in between towns and tomorrows
And I’m given pause by a dusty old album, photos of a life that I borrowed
On each yellowed page is your smiling face, a beacon of light down an old road
And I’m torn for a moment by selective memory, wanting to reap what’s already been sowed

CHORUS: There’s a highway where our house used to be
Another divide between you and me
And there’s a price to pay for what used to be free
And a hole in my heart where you used to be… a hole in my heart where you used to be…

It’s history so ancient, I shouldn’t care now, but moving on feels so familiar
I’m thinking of then, and wondering how you’re made stronger by things that should kill ya,
But time moves to fill all the empty space… this is what we call progress
Two steps forward, three back, still moves you ahead, ‘til you’re someday healed more or less

CHORUS: But there’s a highway where our house used to be
Another divide between you and me
And there’s a price to pay for what used to be free
And a hole in my heart where you used to be… a hole in my heart where you used to be…

BRIDGE: I’ve been good at forgetting, I will be again, this I know
But just for today, yes just for today, I might let it show…
I might even think about reaching out for you, as if you might meet me halfway
But before I can finish the thought I’m wondering what you could say

CHORUS: When there’s a highway where our house used to be
Another divide between you and me
And there’s a price to pay for what used to be free
And a hole in my heart where you used to be… a hole in my heart where you used to be…

___________________________________________________

Week 25: Taking a Stand
By Kim Davidson
(c) 2010

I gave you the sun, you said “Where’s the moon?”
Whatever it was, it was always the wrong move.
And I crossed my heart, and I hoped you’d fly
And leave me here on the ground, waving goodbye…

CHORUS: We had a good run and I wish you well, but I can’t, I just can’t anymore
I’m not your mirror or conscience, and you are not mine, I don’t care where you’ve walked before
I’m done haggling for blame and holding back everything so you have a soft place to land
And in case you missed it, while you’re stuck on yourself, this is me taking a stand

So look in my eyes now, what do you see?
Look past your reflection and you might find me
Do you know you don’t know me, or love me at all?
Do you know that you’ll never again make me feel small?

CHORUS: We had a good run and I wish you well, but I can’t, I just can’t anymore
I’m not your mirror or conscience, and you are not mine, I don’t care where you’ve walked before
I’m done haggling for blame and holding back everything so you have a soft place to land
And in case you missed it, while you’re stuck on yourself, this is me taking a stand

BRIDGE: Let the accusations fly, I know that you’re frustrated losing control
I’ll try not to laugh at how stupid it sounds now that I’ve stopped playing my role
All that you want now is for me to beg on my knees, to apologize to you
Well I’m sorry you think you deserve that–that’s the best I can do

CHORUS: We had a good run and I wish you well, but I can’t, I just can’t anymore
I’m not your mirror or conscience, and you are not mine, I don’t care where you’ve walked before
I’m done haggling for blame and holding back everything so you have a soft place to land
And in case you missed it, while you’re stuck on yourself, this is me taking a stand

___________________________________________________

Week 24: Perfect Summer Day
By Kim Davidson
© 2010

I remember waiting all year ‘til it was finally here
Three months of freedom, that passed in an instant
Winter she had to drag me outta bed, suddenly I was up ahead of the sun
So much to get done

Sidewalk chalk and skipping rocks, across the pond around the block
And Chinese jump rope… and eyes wide with hope
Maybe we’ll go to the beach today
When I ask what will they say?

CHORUS: There’s nothing like the wind in the car
When you don’t even know where you are, but the sun and you are heading home
And the air is cold, but your skin’s still warm, from a day of sun, and the sweatshirt you’ve got on
Sand still on your feet, and a bucket of shells and a head full of dreams, and ice cream on your tongue
You lay your head down, you watch the stars come out, as it fades away, another perfect summer day

Brightest green I’ve ever seen, against grey skies, you know what that means
Staring through the window and waiting on the rain
Maybe just to get out for a bit, we’ll see a movie, but trying to sit still…
An accomplishment of sheer will

Air conditioning makes me shiver, but back outside the sun decides to deliver…
And I am wondering
“It’s still early,” I say to them, trying to keep my cool, they see my smile
“Can’t we go to the beach for a little while?”

CHORUS: There’s nothing like the wind in the car
When you don’t even know where you are, but the sun and you are heading home
And the air is cold, but your skin’s still warm, from a day of sun, and the sweatshirt you’ve got on
Sand still on your feet, and a bucket of shells and a head full of dreams, and ice cream on your tongue
You lay your head down, you watch the stars come out, as it fades away, another perfect summer day

BRIDGE: No cares at all… safe and loved and warm as the night falls
Dad at the wheel and Mom at his side, I grow tired the longer we ride

CHORUS: There’s nothing like the wind in the car
When you don’t even know where you are, but the sun and you are heading home
And the air is cold, but your skin’s still warm, from a day of sun, and the sweatshirt you’ve got on
Sand still on your feet, and a bucket of shells and a head full of dreams, and ice cream on your tongue
You lay your head down, you watch the stars come out, as it fades away, another perfect summer day

___________________________________________________

Week 23: Come and Get Me
By Kim Davidson
© 2010

Maybe I should have stayed
Maybe you’re right
Maybe I wouldn’t have been played
But you can’t blame me for thinking that, right?
You and I, we both know who you are
You and I, we both know it’s a miracle we got this far

CHORUS: But if you really want me back, well you know where to find me
So all you have to do, is jump into that beat-up car and drive on down the road to that little bar
The one we spent so much time at, that everybody knew our names
And half the time the drinks were free… that’s where I’ll be
If you want me back, come and get me…

Why don’t you call my bluff?
Why not surprise me?
Why don’t you stop acting so tough?
‘Cause that whole act has never impressed me…
What if I know exactly what you’ll say?
What if I still need you to say it anyway?

CHORUS: If you really want me back, well you know where to find me
And all you have to do, is jump into that beat-up car and drive on down the road to that little bar
The one we spent so much time at, that everybody knew our names
And half the time the drinks were free… that’s where I’ll be
If you want me back, come and get me…

BRIDGE: There’s still time, but it’s on you, to show me what you’re made of, to show me I can trust
All I want is to believe, but baby, you’ve got to prove it to me, you’ve got to prove it to us…

CHORUS: If you really want me back, well you know where to find me
And all you have to do, is jump into that beat-up car and drive on down the road to that little bar
The one we spent so much time at, that everybody knew our names
And half the time the drinks were free… that’s where I’ll be
If you want me back, come and get me…

___________________________________________________

Week 22: Wannabe
By Kim Davidson
© 2010

I could point fingers in any direction, but blame comes back like a boomerang
I could flip through and rewrite my life’s history, but I doubt that time’s improved my aim
I could name my frustrations like cats, like the children that I’ll never have
I could die today
And my epitaph would read this way:

CHORUS: Here lies the girl with the stars in her hair, who bit off more than she could chew
Here lies the poor excuse for a fighter, who never quite knew where to turn or what to do
And I would stand up at the pulpit, in my ghostly rags, stuck in between
And tell everyone the sad story of me, the misfit, the wannabe…

Too many things made promises to me, and too many times I believed
Too many times switching ladders mid-climb, far too much left unachieved
I’d have shared all the wealth and success, but I’m left all alone with this mess
And if I die today
My epitaph would read this way:

CHORUS: Here lies the girl with the stars in her hair, who bit off more than she could chew
Here lies the poor excuse for a fighter, who never quite knew where to turn or what to do
And I would stand up at the pulpit, in my ghostly rags, stuck in between
And tell everyone the sad story of me, the misfit, the wannabe…

BRIDGE: Please, little girl, keep your dreams in your pocket, don’t let them out in the air
You’re not prepared for the moment you’ll realize, there’s nothing there…

I could throw myself down at your feet, but the last you’d absolve would be me
And I would die today
But my epitaph would read this way:

CHORUS: Here lies the girl with the stars in her hair, who bit off more than she could chew
Here lies the poor excuse for a fighter, who never quite knew where to turn or what to do
And I would stand up at the pulpit, in my ghostly rags, stuck in between
And tell everyone the sad story of me, the misfit, the wannabe…

___________________________________________________

Week 21: Rain From a Cloudless Sky
By Kim Davidson
(c) 2010

We chose this life
We said that we would walk together
And as long as we had love
There’d be no storm we couldn’t weather

So how is it
I find myself in this position
Suddenly all on my own
When no one asked my permission?

CHORUS: And it just goes to show
No matter what you think you know
Things can always change before your eyes
And you can’t be prepared
No matter how you try
‘Cause sometimes rain falls… from a cloudless sky

No warning bell
I thought that everything was fine
Until you gave another
What I’d always thought was mine

Pick myself up
Amid the wreckage and the ruins
Take a long deep breath
And figure what I am doing

CHORUS: And it just goes to show
No matter what you think you know
Things can always change before your eyes
And you can’t be prepared
No matter how you try
‘Cause sometimes rain falls… from a cloudless sky

BRIDGE: So I guess this, this is the test
In how I reemerge from this mess
It’s one thing when you know it’s coming and you hunker down
It’s another to be caught off guard and try to turn it around

There is no choice
Because I will not fade or wallow
So I’ll try to gather sun
Until my heart’s no longer hollow

I will give thanks
For any good that may find me
And keep my faith
Until the Universe reminds me…

CHORUS: And it just goes to show
No matter what you think you know
Things can always change before your eyes
And you can’t be prepared
No matter how you try
‘Cause sometimes rain falls… from a cloudless sky

___________________________________________________

Week 20: Double Agent
By Kim Davidson
(c) 2010

I’m standing over you, and I can see my reflection in the blood pooling quickly round your head
Cold steel in my hand, and I warned you this was coming, but then you’ve never listened to a single word I’ve ever said
Let’s go back to the beginning

Spring, two years ago, at a café on a Paris street I see you for the first time from afar
And I hope against all hope that you are not my target, even though I know exactly who you are
And it’s ill-advised at best, but the work lends an intensity, and Fate every now and then will intervene
So there’s nothing to be done, but to put the ball in motion and hope that I can stick to the routine

CHORUS: And it’s hard to keep my story straight
They tell you not to get your heart involved, well sorry it’s too late
I know everything you’ve ever done
But I understand it all too well, and suddenly it’s fun
Imagining that it could work, and I am on your side
Playing Double Agent on the run

Winter of this year, and I’m so deep under cover that I hardly can remember what is real
I try to focus on the mission, and what I’m here to do, but all that I can think of is how you make me feel
And it’s dangerous for all concerned if I forget myself, thank God for years of training finally kicking in
One dark and deadly night I’m reminded who you are, and I vow that you will hang for every sin

CHORUS: And it’s hard to keep my story straight
They tell you not to get your heart involved, well sorry it’s too late
I know everything you’ve ever done
But I understand it all too well, and suddenly it’s fun
Imagining that it could work, and I am on your side
Playing Double Agent on the run

BRIDGE: We’re approaching zero hour
Every detail is in place, and so is my will-power
I believe that nothing can go wrong
Til you turn and say you’ve known who I was all along

Guns are raised and hammers cocked, we stare across the room into eyes that are fin’ly open wide
And I do not back down when you tell me you will do it, so will I and there’s no place left to hide
And it feels like a movie in slow motion as the past two years flash through my mind just as you draw a breath
Instinct does the work, as I somehow dodge your bullet in the moment that mine sends you to your death

And I’m standing over you…

___________________________________________________

Week 19: I Want it Now
By Kim Davidson
© 2010

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah.
Oh it’s makin’ me crazy
All the things that I don’t have
Watching everybody zip by to a place in the future, while I stay in the past
And it’s so close… what I need to get in line
One last piece of the puzzle and I’ll be golden, I’ll be fine
Oh-oh, I’ve never been much for patience, I’m a lot less breeze than gale
Never waiting for the ducks to line up might be my epic fail

CHORUS: So I close my eyes, grab on with both hands, hanging off the back of a speeding train headed
who knows where–‘cause anything’s better than here
And all my learnin’s done the hard way, sometimes two or three times before it’s clear, and I scramble
for a foothold, trying to outrun fear
All these things that I can taste, before there’s time for me to be replaced
I want it now. I want it now. I want it now.
I want it now. I want it now. I want it now.

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah.
Oh you’re makin’ me crazy
Always tryin’ to talk me down
Urging me to take a step back and think, but I’m a verb and not a noun
It’s so tired… all your logic and your lists
I run on adrenaline and heart, and all I need is this
Oh-oh, I’ve never been one for holding, I prefer to play my hand
Never gonna settle for less than all that I demand

CHORUS: So I close my eyes, grab on with both hands, hanging off the back of a speeding train headed
who knows where–‘cause anything’s better than here
And all my learnin’s done the hard way, sometimes two or three times before it’s clear, and I scramble
for a foothold, trying to outrun fear
All these things that I can taste, before there’s time for me to be replaced
I want it now. I want it now. I want it now.
I want it now. I want it now. I want it now.

Oh-oh, I’ve never been one for looking, I just cross my heart and leap
Once you know that you can swim, there’s no water too deep

CHORUS: So I close my eyes, grab on with both hands, hanging off the back of a speeding train headed
who knows where–‘cause anything’s better than here
And all my learnin’s done the hard way, sometimes two or three times before it’s clear, and I scramble
for a foothold, trying to outrun fear
All these things that I can taste, before there’s time for me to be replaced
I want it now. I want it now. I want it now.
I want it now. I want it now. I want it now.

___________________________________________________

Week 18: With You I’d Have It All
By Kim Davidson
© 2010

It’s funny the things that pop into your head at a moment like this
When the world seems to stop, and you know that you’ve just had your last first kiss
And all that you thought you wanted or needed to do
Suddenly doesn’t mean a fraction of what it used to

I’ve always been a free spirit, never wanted to tie myself down
Wasn’t lookin’ for marriage or babies or waitin’ to be found
I’ve searched the world over for meaning and purpose and something to make me feel whole
Never expecting that you’d be the thing that would fill up my soul

CHORUS:
And I’ve stood before the Taj Mahal, been to Paris, Spain and Rome and seen China’s Great Wall
Now I’m thinking that I could settle down, plant roots and make a home, and with you I’d have it all

It’s funny that words like “let’s take it slow” don’t mean a damn thing
I’m dreamin’ of China and dresses and flowers; you’re shoppin’ for a ring
I don’t know who I am anymore, but it’s not who I was
But I’m happy to leave “me” behind to become part of “us”

CHORUS:
And I’ve stood before the Taj Mahal, been to Paris, Spain and Rome and seen China’s Great Wall
Now I’m thinking that I could settle down, plant roots and make a home, and with you I’d have it all

BRIDGE: It’s a great, big, lonely world out there, but it never bothered me
It’s like not knowing you’re blind ‘til you can finally see

CHORUS:
And I’ve stood before the Taj Mahal, been to Paris, Spain and Rome and seen China’s Great Wall
Now I’m thinking that I could settle down, plant roots and make a home, and with you I’d have it all

___________________________________________________

Week 17: It’s Been a Long Time
By Kim Davidson
(c) 2010

Four-fifteen a.m., sleep’s not even in the corner of my eye
Guess I’ll greet the sun again, before I lay down and die
It’s been a long time since anyone’s been there to ask “Are you coming to bed?”
It’s been a long time since anyone’s cared where I lay my head…

I close my eyes, birds start their chirping, I can set my watch by them
My whole body sighs, as the vicious circle swings around once again
It’s been a long time since anyone’s whispered “It’s all gonna be all right.”
It’s been a long time since anyone’s been there to hold me through the night…

CHORUS: And then sleep takes me down to her deep red room
Where I swim through the tide of contentment
Past the cold, hollow chamber of regrets and might-have-beens
Past the sharp, steep edge of resentment

Two p.m., I swat at the alarm until the chimes fade
Embrace delirium, It’s easier to face than the mess that I have made
It’s been a long time since there’s been anyone to answer to
It’s been a long time since there’s been anyone to ask what I should do

CHORUS: And then sleep takes me down to her deep red room
Where I swim through the tide of contentment
Past the cold, hollow chamber of regrets and might-have-beens
Past the sharp, steep edge of resentment

Midnight… I’ve been to work, I’ve come back home, the TV joins me for dinner
I’ve misplaced my fight, the days bleed into years and I no longer care just who’s declared the winner
It’s been a long time since anything’s happened so maybe I could believe
It’s been a long time since anything’s meant enough that losing it would make me grieve

CHORUS: And then sleep takes me down to her deep red room
Where I swim through the tide of contentment
Past the cold, hollow chamber of regrets and might-have-beens
Past the sharp, steep edge of resentment
To a memory of you… to a memory of you…

___________________________________________________

Week 16: These Forty Years
By Kim Davidson
© 2010

Ain’t got nothing in the bank, hell the account’s been closed
Five bucks in my wallet ‘til I get paid
I’m down, I’m close to out, and I’m feelin’ old
Couldn’t say the last time I got laid

Feels like forever I’ve been standing still
Hard to hold onto any strength of will

CHORUS: I’ve got a hungry heart and a restless mind
Still a lot of things to learn
And I could die looking and never find
What’s making my soul burn
I’ve gotten real good at laughing through my tears
That’s what I’ve got to show for these forty years

I’m bad with money, unlucky in love
A beat-up car is about all I own
But in the grand scheme I’ve got wealth enough
Got family and friends and a place to call home

Wish that I could say I’m satisfied
Wish I had more to show for all I’ve tried

CHORUS: I’ve got a hungry heart and a restless mind
Still a lot of things to learn
And I could die looking and never find
What’s making my soul burn
I’ve gotten real good at laughing through my tears
That’s what I’ve got to show for these forty years

BRIDGE: Dreams don’t sparkle like they used to do
When I was young
I’ve got to find a purpose to keep pushing through
‘Cause this life is only half done…

CHORUS: I’ve got a hungry heart and a restless mind
Still a lot of things to learn
And I could die looking and never find
What’s making my soul burn
I’ve gotten real good at laughing through my tears
That’s what I’ve got to show for these forty years

___________________________________________________

Week 15: I’d Rather Leave You Now
By Kim Davidson
© 2010

GIRL: Lately it’s like you and I are strangers
I try to connect, but I seem to miss the mark
BOY: We go through the motions, and sometimes it’s all right
But I don’t think it’s a good sign, that it takes so much work
And I keep hoping you’ll make me feel needed
Like back when things were new, and I was so sure of you
GIRL: And I keep hoping you’ll stop pulling back when we get close
‘Cause I know what’ll happen if we keep heading down this road…

CHORUS (BOTH): I’d rather leave you now… than find myself hating you
For all the stupid things we can’t get past, although we’re trying to
If it’s only gonna get worse from here on out…
I would rather leave you now.

BOY: Suddenly nothing I do or say is right
I want to understand, I want to prove myself to you
BOTH: Every conversation spirals down into a fight
GIRL: I don’t know how we got so lost, and I don’t know what to do
BOTH: ‘Cause there was a time when all we did was laugh
GIRL: And sleeping wasn’t what we did when we went to bed
BOY: I hate to think that everything that’s good is in the past
When I used to be excited about all that lay ahead…

CHORUS (BOTH): I’d rather leave you now… than find myself hating you
For all the stupid things we can’t get past, although we’re trying to
If it’s only gonna get worse from here on out…
I would rather leave you now

BRIDGE: GIRL: I’ve never been the type to quit and walk away…
BOY: I don’t want to walk away…
GIRL: But that alone isn’t reason enough for either of us to stay…
BOY: So give me a reason to stay…

CHORUS (BOTH): Or I’d rather leave you now… than find myself hating you
For all the stupid things we can’t get past, although we’re trying to
If it’s only gonna get worse from here on out…
I would rather leave you now.
I would rather leave you now.

___________________________________________________

Week 14: All These Things
By Kim Davidson
(c) 2010

There’s a tricycle in the driveway, that’s faded in the rain
And a skateboard under a t-shirt that bears an oil stain
By a broken swing-set in the corner of the weary yard
That’s full of useless junk you couldn’t bring yourself to discard

Dolls in threadbare dresses, and the palest pink lamp shade
One lone skate with broken lace and rust upon the blade
A baseball bat that’s splintered from its years of wrongful use
A diary that’s smeared with tears and stories of abuse

CHORUS: The kids moved out ten years ago
They’re seven states away
It couldn’t be clearer, could it, what they have to say?
The house that never felt like home, now seems to sag in shame
And all these things remain… all these things remain

Toys and books and records never were quite a fair trade
For the lashes and the filthy worded memories he made
You hold on to bits of shattered glass within a crooked frame
Cause you’ll never see again the ones who share your name

CHORUS: The kids moved out ten years ago
They’re seven states away
It couldn’t be clearer, could it, what they have to say?
The house that never felt like home, now seems to sag in shame
And all these things remain… all these things remain

BRIDGE: No one came to mourn him when he passed
No one offered you their sympathy
There’s far too many scars for you to outlast
No forgiveness now that you are free

You sit on a creaking chair, drink from an old chipped cup
There’s no one left who holds you dear, who wouldn’t give you up
You may have been a victim yourself as much as them
But you still kept him at your side, for that you’ve been condemned

CHORUS: The kids moved out ten years ago
They’re seven states away
It couldn’t be clearer, could it, what they have to say?
The house that never felt like home, now seems to sag in shame
And all these things remain… all these things remain

___________________________________________________

Week 13: Weight of the World
By Kim Davidson & Nancy Beaudette
(c) 2010

She still believed at nineteen
The blueprint in her mind had lines so straight and clean
A simple list of dreams all the way to the silver screen
At nineteen she still believed

CHORUS: She thought that she’d be flying by now
She’d thought she’d touch the stars and never come back down
No one told her as a little girl
She’d be held down, by the weight of the world

She was losing faith by twenty-nine
It’s a rough climb to the top, she was running out of time
Hollywood’s a young girls town and not inclined to wait
At twenty-nine, she was losing faith

CHORUS: She thought that she’d be flying by now
She’d thought she’d touch the stars and never come back down
No one told her as a little girl
She’d be held down, by the weight of the world

BRIDGE: There’s bills to pay no matter what your dreams
But you’ve gotta go ahead and dream them anyway
At forty-five still going strong, still reaching for the stars
But grounded by the steps that have carried her this far

CHORUS: She thought that she’d be flying by now
She’d thought she’d touch the stars and never come back down
No one told her as a little girl
She’d be held down, by the weight of the world

___________________________________________________

Week 12: Going Home
By Kim Davidson
(c) 2010

It’s been three days since the call, though it doesn’t feel that long
And a voice I didn’t recognize said “You’re daddy’s gone.”
And I might have cried, but I ran out of tears long ago
For the life I had to leave to start my own
But ghosts of memory haunt me now from the attic of my mind
And suddenly I’ve never felt more alone…

CHORUS: Now I am going home, if I can call it that
When I haven’t been back in such a long time
Will we know each other—this old forgotten place and I?
After years of running, will it fill this empty heart of mine?
This place called home… that I used to call home…

The people look the same, and I never thought I did
But they all remember me, like I’m that same little kid
Who ran through this dusty town before the longing set in
To see the world beyond the county line
And I feel it to this day, how deep their disappointment
Like wanting something more was some kind of crime

CHORUS: Now I am going home, if I can call it that
When I haven’t been back in such a long time
Will we know each other—this old forgotten place and I?
After years of running, will it fill this empty heart of mine?
This place called home… that I used to call home…

BRIDGE: And maybe they’re all having the last laugh
Since nothing’s quite turned out, the way I wished it had
And daddy left the rundown house to his only child
Sorely needing love as much as I need to stop running wild…

CHORUS: So I am going home, if I can call it that
When I haven’t been back in such a long time
Will we know each other—this old forgotten place and I?
After years of running, will it fill this empty heart of mine?
This place called home… that I used to call home… oh I used to call home…

___________________________________________________

Week 11: Still In Love
By Kim Davidson
(c) 2010

Up a tree-lined drive they ride… leaving the steeple behind…
Humbled and quiet, grateful and tired, wrapped up in love
New things and old, some borrowed and blue
They stood in front of everyone they ever knew
And promised themselves to each other… and God above

CHORUS: And mem’ry rains down like confetti
From a day overflowing, and fading too fast…
But there’s something thrilling in knowing
That all that you’ve dreamed of has come to pass…
They’re in love… so in love… still in love.

Wispy blonde hair on a tiny head… in a clear bassinet by a hospital bed
They decide on a name, and they won’t be the same, after this…
And it wasn’t easy, this mountain they climbed
With three babies gone, then the anguish of one final try
And nine months and 22 hours ends with a kiss…

CHORUS: And joy rains down like confetti
From a day overflowing, and fading too fast…
But there’s something thrilling in knowing
That all that you’ve dreamed of has come to pass…
They’re in love… so in love… still in love.

BRIDGE: And time moves along like a river, rushing sometimes and then stand- ing still…
They sometimes wish it could move backwards, but oh… it never will…

And quick as the bloom of a rose… that tiny baby’s all grown…
She brings home a man, and they shake his hand, and they smile
And at that same church where they wed long ago
She stands in front of everyone she’s ever known
And happy tears fall as they witness the vows of their child

CHORUS: And mem’ry rains down like confetti
From a day overflowing, and fading too fast…
But there’s something thrilling in knowing
That all that you’ve dreamed of has come to pass…
They’re in love… so in love… still in love.
They’re in love… so in love… still in love

___________________________________________________

Week 10: How Could I Not? (Adam’s Song)
By Kim Davidson
© 2010

I saw him for the first time at a funeral…
He was standing with my brother, his face a mask of pain
And I found out later that he’d barely known the man who’d died…
And I found out later that Adam was his name.

CHORUS:
And how can I explain something poets can’t define?
How can I begin to understand this fragile heart of mine?
It’s never beat by reason or by logic or intelligence
It’s never failed in making sense
There’s no point in asking just what I was thinking of
He was crying over a stranger… so how could I not fall in love?

He was working on the island for the summer
In Marine Biology, at the station with my brother John
And I tried not to think about how strong my feelings for him were
And I tried not to think about how quickly he’d be gone

CHORUS:
And how can I explain something poets can’t define?
How can I begin to understand this fragile heart of mine?
It’s never beat by reason or by logic or intelligence
It’s never failed in making sense

There’s no point in asking just what I was thinking of
He was singing to the dolphins… so how could I not fall in love?

BRIDGE:
And I was so young and so confused in those days
Riding on emotions, that swelled and broke like waves
And he was fighting demons of a past love casualty
But losing in his fight to not love me

And there was much to cry about that summer
Death and sadness followed on our heels, or so it felt
But through it all he kept the light within his heart and in his eyes
He saved me from the darkness, and saved me from myself

CHORUS:
And how can I explain something poets can’t define?
How can I begin to understand this fragile heart of mine?
It’s never beat by reason or by logic or intelligence
It’s never failed in making sense
There’s no point in asking just what I was thinking of
He was turning cartwheels on the sand… so how could I not fall in love?
He was crying over a stranger… he was singing to the dolphins… he was turning cartwheels in the sand…

–Inspired by the book “A Ring of Endless Light” by Madeleine L’Engle, (c) 1980.

___________________________________________________

Week 9: What I’d Give
By Kim Davidson
(c) 2010

I’m watchin’ her spin you round, I’m watchin’ her wear you down
You’re like a dog chasin’ its tail, she’s got you wound up
You walk right into every trap, you jump with every little snap
And she laughs and reels you in, it’s such a set-up.
Why waste time on games—is that what you wanna do?
I’ll lay my cards right out–here’s what you can look forward to…

CHORUS: A little patience, a little attitude, a little danger, a little strife
A little innocence, a little misery, a little run for your money, and days on days of fun,
A little heartbreak, a little sweetness, a little spice when you are good,
and more than a little love… that’s what I’d give to you

You’re thinkin’ ‘bout all the wrong stuff, no relationship should be so tough
You jump through hoops like crazy, and get nothin’ back
Nothin’ is perfect, but this is insane—she’s workin’ you like a pawn in this game
What makes it worth all the trouble, when she never cuts you any slack?
Why waste time on games—is that what you wanna do?
I’ll lay my cards right out–here’s what you can look forward to……

CHORUS: A little patience, a little attitude, a little danger, a little strife
A little innocence, a little misery, a little run for your money, and days on days of fun,
A little heartbreak, a little sweetness, a little spice when you are good,
and more than a little love… that’s what I’d give to you

BRIDGE: And you can shove your flowers and your jewels, but give me loyalty
And in return I’ll give you every inch of me…

CHORUS: A little patience, a little attitude, a little danger, a little strife
A little innocence, a little misery, a little run for your money, and days on days of fun,
A little heartbreak, a little sweetness, a little spice when you are good,
and more than a little love… that’s what I’d give to you

___________________________________________________

Week 8: Glad to See You
By Kim Davidson
(c) 2010

A friend recently told me about running into his ex
He hadn’t seen her since he’d left her two-plus years ago
He’d long dreaded the moment, but he needn’t have done
They talked and caught up and she seemed pleased to see him again
And so it got me thinking about running into you
So far it hasn’t happened, but if did what would I do?

CHORUS: Maybe I’d scream and curse and cry
Maybe I’d have to ask you why you said I love you then didn’t stand by me
Maybe I’d punch you in the heart because you tore mine apart
Maybe I’d push you just to watch you fall
Maybe I’d just be glad to see you at all…

Part of my soul died on the day you left
And maybe it’ll be different someday, but nothing’s revived it yet
The truth is I still miss you, which is hardly right or fair
After all the time that’s passed it shouldn’t be possible to care
And how can I be thinking about running into you?
So far it hasn’t happened, but if it did what would I do?

CHORUS: Maybe I’d scream and curse and cry
Maybe I’d have to ask you why you said I love you then didn’t stand by me
Maybe I’d punch you in the heart because you tore mine apart
Maybe I’d push you just to watch you fall
Maybe I’d just be glad to see you at all…

BRIDGE: I miss the you that used to be my friend
Sometimes I wish that I could have that much back again
But I know I could never watch you love somebody else
‘Til the end of time I will always want you all to myself

And how can I be thinking about running into you?
So far it hasn’t happened, but if it did what would I do?

CHORUS: Maybe I’d scream and curse and cry
Maybe I’d have to ask you why you said I love you then didn’t stand by me
Maybe I’d punch you in the heart because you tore mine apart
Maybe I’d push you just to watch you fall
Maybe I’d just be glad to see you at all…

___________________________________________________

Week 7: Snow Globe
By Kim Davidson
(c) 2010

I can smell it coming in the air. The snow that I’ve been waiting for is almost here
As I step outside the office, heading for a local restaurant
I’m alone so I sit at the bar, beside a man so hot he could be a movie star
We share a friendly toast, read our menus, deciding what we want

CHORUS: And there atop the bar is a snow globe
Tiny figures walking through a tiny town
Lost in my imagination, I shake it hard and fast
And all the glittered snow starts coming down
And you can laugh if you’re so inclined
But I am in the snow globe in my mind.

The man beside me turns to me and smiles. His name is Alejandro and he’s lived here for a while
But he still has an accent, it’s sexy as his dark brown hair
We talk over dinner and some wine. And when we both walk out, he goes his way, I go mine
But I can’t stop the feeling, there is magic in the air.

CHORUS: And at home on the mantel is a snow globe
Tiny figures walking through a tiny town
Lost in my imagination, I shake it hard and fast
And all the glittered snow starts coming down
And you can laugh if you’re so inclined
But I am in the snow globe in my mind.

I wake up and the world has turned to white. A fluffy blanket covers all that I see far and wide.
So I dig out my car and make my way slowly down the street.
The world is quiet, no one is around. And snow flies at my windshield on its journey to the ground
I’m rejoicing in the cold, in the winter sky between the naked trees

CHORUS: And through the window it looks like the snow globe
Everything is frozen like that tiny town
And in my imagination someone’s turned us on our heads
And all the glittered snow is coming down
And you can laugh if you’re so inclined
But I am in the snow globe in my mind

BRIDGE: Then something darts out in the street
I barely see in time
A cold and frightened puppy
From the corner of my eye
I swerve the wheel as best I can
And narrowly I miss
The puppy who runs right on by
My car
Which spins
And slides
Into a giant snow drift….

I’m not hurt, but I am stuck for sure. It’s inconvenient, yes, but not the worst I could endure
So I call AAA, and listen to the radio and wait.
They get there in a half hour or so. And who’s behind the wheel, but dark and sexy Alejandro
And who can really say? Is it coincidence or is it Fate?

CHORUS: And standing in the street feels like the snow globe
Like we’re the tiny figures in that tiny town
And all my sense of reason has been turned upon its head
As all the glittered snow keeps coming down
And you can laugh if you’re so inclined
But I am in the snow globe in my mind.

___________________________________________________

Week 6: Haven’t Slept In Days
By Kim Davidson
(c) 2010

All that I can see is you walkin’ out
And I don’t even remember now what we were fighting about
You punched a hole in the wall, I broke all our dishes
But that’s no surprise, our fights have always been vicious

CHORUS: Like the circle we’re in, where the anger keeps comin’ around
And we swear every time that it doesn’t mean that we are breaking down
But you’ve been gone since you walked out the door, I’ve been sweeping the glass off the floor
And it feels like the notes of our song have started to fade
Oh and I haven’t bothered to call, and you haven’t bothered to come back home
And my mind is so blown, I haven’t slept in days…

Money has always been tight, but the lovin’ was good
We’ve tried to live with our differences, but we both feel misunderstood
We yell and scream far too much for my likin’, baby
And I’m starting to see that you’re not gonna be the one who saves me

CHORUS: In this circle we’re in, where the anger keeps comin’ around
And we swear every time that it doesn’t mean that we are breaking down
But you’ve been gone since you walked out the door, I’ve been sweeping the glass off the floor
And it feels like the notes of our song have started to fade
Oh and I haven’t bothered to call, and you haven’t bothered to come back home
And my mind is so blown, I haven’t slept in days…

BRIDGE:
I’m still not ready for you to walk away
But you’ve clearly decided that you don’t wanna stay

CHORUS: In this circle we’re in, where the anger keeps comin’ around
And we swear every time that it doesn’t mean that we are breaking down
But you’ve been gone since you walked out the door, I’ve been sweeping the glass off the floor
And it feels like the notes of our song have started to fade
Oh and I haven’t bothered to call, and you haven’t bothered to come back home
And my mind is so blown, I haven’t slept in days…

___________________________________________________

Week 5: Stupid Wedding Ring
By Kim Davidson
© 2010

I spot him in the mirror that’s hung above the bar
Check my hair and check my teeth—which is stupid—‘cause I can’t really see that far
My war-torn heart is weary, but there’s something drawing me in
So I head on over and then I see it, his stupid wedding ring

CHORUS:  Little circle of gold… you stop my heart cold!
All the good ones are wearing you, so what’s a single girl to do?
Little circle of gold… no use in bettin’—I fold!
You ruin everything… stupid wedding ring!

But then the next day in the market, while cruisin’ the dairy aisle
I feel like someone’s watching me, so I turn around wearing my best smile
There’s a tall and handsome prospect, who looks ripe for the picking
I wave and he waves back—and there it is, his stupid wedding ring

CHORUS:  Little circle of gold… you stop my heart cold!
All the good ones are wearing you, so what’s a single girl to do?
Little circle of gold… no use in bettin’—I fold!
You ruin everything… stupid wedding ring!

BRIDGE:  I wonder why I bother, it seems there’s no one left
Unless I want to rob the cradle, or marry someone on the verge of death!
So I focus on my work life, my family and my friends
I figure Fate will step on in if the time is ever right before I meet my end
Then he finds me at a party, and my lonely heart goes “Zing!”
But as he shakes my hand, I feel it burnin’, his stupid wedding ring!

CHORUS:  Little circle of gold… you stop my heart cold!
All the good ones are wearing you, so what’s a single girl to do?
Little circle of gold… no use in bettin’—I fold!
You ruin everything… stupid wedding ring!
You ruin everything… stupid wedding ring!

___________________________________________________

Week 4: Everything Will Be All Right
By Kim Davidson
(c) 2010

The world has been turned up on its head
And the dreams of your youth all seem to have died
It’s stress, not ambition, keeps you in good stead
And it’s less than three hours since you last cried

And nobody answers the phone anymore
Nobody has any time
As you’re drifting farther and farther from shore
But life sometimes turns on a dime.

And everything will be all right.
Everything will be all right.

The boss has been barking each long sorry day
It’s been seven months since your wife chose to leave
And you’re jealous and bitter ‘cause you had to stay
And raise your two kids while you’re trying to grieve

And nobody offers to help anymore
Nobody has any time
And parenthood’s not s’posed to feel like a chore
But life sometimes turns on a dime.

And everything will be all right.
Everything will be all right.

BRIDGE: And I don’t know about you, my friend
But I keep trying to believe
They’re such simple words we’ve said now and then
But that faith is so hard to achieve

We’re all going under, or that’s how it feels
We’re surrounded by people, but feel so alone
We keep trying to outrun the speed of the wheels
We keep trying to find a place to call home

But nobody knows what they want anymore
Nobody has any time
There’s too much at stake, and who knows what’s in store?
‘Cause life sometimes turns on a dime

But everything will be all right.
Everything will be all right…
Yes everything will be all right.
Everything will be all right.

___________________________________________________

Week 3: My Life In Pictures
By Kim Davidson
(c) 2010

He was a camera tester
He worked there all his life
Oh and we didn’t know it at the time
That what he did all day
Would leave a legacy
But I got all the proof in this album laid in front of me

CHORUS:
‘Cause there we are at the kitchen table
In PJ’s with a box of Cocoa Puffs
‘Cause it’s not just occasions and events that make a life, it’s the little stuff
He caught it all…
Now I have my life in pictures, my life in pictures, and they’re all pictures of my Dad

Sometimes we didn’t like it
But mostly we just smiled
Now there’s a chronicle of every child
Still frames and movies too
Shot on his way out the door
On days he didn’t have the time to shoot more

CHORUS:
And there we are playing in the backyard
On Big Wheels and the monkey bars
We didn’t need to dress up or have anywhere to go to feel like movie stars
Now we have our life in pictures, our life in pictures, and they’re all pictures of our Dad

BRIDGE: He was a one-man paparazzo
Any moment could be frozen fast
We learned to be camera-ready and we caught the disease
Wanting every memory to last

So now I’ve got a camera
I snap shots of my own
And though he’s gone I know I’m not alone
When I look through the lens at
The subject of the day
I wouldn’t have it any other way

CHORUS:
‘Cause there she is, my best friend’s new daughter
Reaching out her tiny hand to me
I keep up the tradition of capturing the world
The way that it was handed down to me…

Through my life in pictures, my life in pictures, and they’re all pictures of my Dad…

___________________________________________________

Week 2: Black Cloud
By Kim Davidson
(c) 2010

There’s this black cloud a-followin’ me
For miles and miles it’s all that I can see
It’s blocking every ray of sun
Keepin’ me from getting’ things done
This black cloud’s a-followin’ me

There’s this black cloud a-followin’ me
Rainin’ down on all I wanna be
It’s laughin’ at me from above
It’s stealin’ every drop of love
This black cloud’s a-followin’ me

CHORUS: Oh, but I’ve got my umbrella open wide
Faith and determination steady at my side
And I don’t need the sun to make my hay
I will work and sing my song ‘til I have broken through the gray

Oh, there’s this black cloud a-followin’ me
It’s blowin’ cold and rattlin’ the trees
But I refuse to lose my grip
Or go down like sinkin’ ship
‘Cause this black cloud’s a-followin’ me

CHORUS: Oh, but I’ve got my umbrella open wide
Faith and determination steady at my side
And I don’t need the sun to make my hay
I will work and sing my song ‘til I have broken through the gray

Oh, there’s this black cloud a-followin’ me
But I don’t care as long as I am free
I’ll take whatever it can give
No matter what I can live
With this black cloud a-followin’ me
Oh black cloud, stop followin’ me!

___________________________________________________

Week 1: Beautiful Life
By Kim Davidson
© 2010

Bad haircut, bad clothes, good heart, God knows…
She’d deserve so much more than she’s got if life was fair.
No boyfriend, rented home, nothing much she can call her own
Dead-end job, beat up car, no nothing she’d done has ever got her that far

CHORUS: But she still thinks it’s a beautiful life!
Yeah she laughs her way through all the strife and trials and heartache,
Believing you live the life that you make.
So she’s making it a beautiful life!
Yeah she keeps her heart open through all the disappointment and bad breaks
Leaving people better in her wake…
‘Cause she’s making it a beautiful life.

She’s got a brother–disabled Vet—she hasn’t quite gotten through to him yet
He’s full of pain and confusion and angry as hell.
But she’s patient, she doesn’t push.  She knows he’ll get there and she’s in no rush
Yeah she’s got enough faith for them both that he’s gonna get well.

CHORUS

BRIDGE: She could let it get her down, it’d be so easy
To look around and miss what isn’t there.
But she feels like she’s been so blessed, like it’d be crazy
To complain–when she’s got more than enough—just because it’s been a little bit tough.

CHORUS

Advertisements

2 Responses to “Just the Lyrics”

  1. Dave Schipper Says:

    I looked at all the lyrics and none of them grabbed me for a co-write opportunity…. I’ll keep checking. You definitely write with more words than I do in my song usually… HA… not to say that’s good or bad…. maybe I’m a little lazy.

    HA.

    Dave

  2. newsongweekly Says:

    Well, once a song is mostly written, I wouldn’t consider it a co-write. If we wanted to co-write we’d have to both sit down in the same room together and start working on the same idea at the same time and create the whole song as a team. 🙂

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: