Life: Here & Now II

I know it's long. Will you be gone when this song has finally been sung?

Somebody needs somebody like you because everybody needs somebody, it's true! So when you look around, it shouldn't be hard to see: the somebody who needs somebody like you is somebody like me. We've come across hundreds of folks each day, and I'm sure that lots of them have sweet things to say. So don't you ever stop and wonder how in the world it could be that out of all those somebodies, you ended up with somebody like me? Well there's nothing special about somebody like me. I'm just somebody who's trying real hard to be that loving, tender somebody whom everybody's looking for -- so somebody like you, who needs somebody like me, won't be lookin for anybody anymore. Somebody needs somebody like you, because everybody needs somebody, it's true! And every time I think about it, it's very easy to see why somebody like you... you know, baby it's true... why somebody like you... is loved by somebody like me. This work is licensed under ...

we all have dreams of what we want to be we all have schemes in our hearts somewhere along the way someone tells us we've got to play only our given parts but there's not much joy in just workin for the man buying what he says to buy every girl and boy should follow their heart plan and not slow down when they're asked "why?" I'm putting my feet back down on the street Just like I always thought I could I'm not afraid of how I'm made and I'm going back to what I should be and do and that means being with you setting all the rest aside I'm getting on with the rest of my Not looking back at the mess in my Moving on to the best of my life In my younger world, I used to think I could be a writer, a player, and a geek Me and my girl, we'd save the world Live in the high desert by a creek Though gettin there is takin awhile That's still the big idea And getting closer is what makes me smile When I get up every day and see I'm putting my f...

Take my hand and lead me there. Show me what I forgot. Bring me, and let me stare at you, at me, and everywhere see the future I have bought. Take my heart, it is free because of your strong love. Watch me run to you willingly, Cling to you and in your smile see what this life is made of. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

my moments with you a refreshment for my whole investments in joy This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

the first first kiss came when I was just four I was totally without a clue I was being chased by the girl next door and the kiss? my only thought was eww

Up to the cabin for a weekend away Taking a break from the everyday Hoping for a blanket of snow that lasts Can hardly wait, might drive too fast I don't ski, but I guess that's ok Not what I had in mind anyway We can bundle inside, if it's just the same; watch the fire, and kindle the flame. I want to watch the fire dance on your back See your hair glow yellow there on my lap never thought winter could be as hot as this crankin up the heat with each warm kiss Here we are between the fire and the flame Changed by love, we'll never be the same Working at love, and loving without games Here we are, between the fire and the flame We'll pop some corn, talk about dreams and hopes All the while keepin an eye on those slopes If it looks like fun, all that slippin and slidin, Then just slide over here and slip right in. And the cold winter air will never get near As we snuggle up on that laid-out bear I'll put more logs on, get it as hot as you desire Somethin's st...

I'm not in a hurry any more I'm not looking for what I was before Shortcuts don't interest me today With you, I'll take the longest way I'll take the longest way and enjoy the view I'll take the longest way of loving you It's not aimless wandering if I have a plan; I intend to always be you man. Don't need a quick cut to the chase I will linger here, study your face Take my time, make sure I really know Every light in your eyes wherever I go. I want to be aware of the slightest shifts Feel the tremor beneath my fingertips Listen for the simple quiet sounds: each breath and each beat your heart pounds I'll take the longest way and enjoy the view I'll take the longest way of loving you It's not like I'm wandering without a plan; I intend to always be your man. I'm not in a hurry any more I'm not looking for what I was before Shortcuts don't interest me today With you, I'll take the longest way. I'll take the longest way ...

Let's run through the snow, kick it up so everyone knows we've been here, gone this way. Let's make an angel band, give them a love song to play; a man of snow to quietly stand and shield our kiss from view. Tromp through the ice-crunched leaves, tug you down by your down-filled sleeves and watch the icy dipper pour cold into the bright night air. Falling crystalline jewels will adorn your golden moonlit hair, while I wrap around and warm you. We'll melt down to the sleeping grass, see dislodged stars make their pass across the play-filled skies, moved to join in the race and there dance before our eyes. And I, in my favorite place, laughingly revel in the view. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

distant shores call for a heart to return home and, freely giving all, bring the land and people close "return" is the cry from each wounded soul "return" is the sigh of those who mourn "return" is the song of waiting ones waiting for a heart to return home and, freely giving all, bring the land and people close from dry desert to deep green hearts and hands reconciled knees bent, arms lifted waiting for love's heart to return and, having given all, bring the land and people home This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

sweeter than sugar in my mouth warmer than the sunshine in the south tastier than pizza with a cold drink deeper than the best thoughts I can think that's your love stronger than the super-hero's hand louder than the growler alt rock band kinder than Mother Theresa's rep smoother than a ballerina's step that's your love that's the love I've discovered that's the secret I've uncovered that's the way it feels when you're loving me No matter how I stretch I can't contain it there's no real good way to explain it indescribable - that's your love greener than a deep Wisconsin lake warmer than the sand at a clam bake cooler than a midnight mountain breeze more real than television realities that's your love finer than wind-blown desert sand firmer than the grip of a baby's hand more solid than 108* on the table more variety than satellite or cable that's your love that's your love I've discovered that's the...

Down by the creek side Arms thrown open wide Hopin for that kiss that beats them all Looked right into her eyes I found love's surprise My head knew my heart was startin to fall Now we're on our way Gonna work and stop to play Starting fresh every day Till we arrive No matter what they say Ain't no one lookin anyway So come what may Our love will stay alive It only took one time For me to taste the wine and start drinking in your potent love Every day it happens to me Cos I let you in happily We fit together hand in glove Now we're on our way Gonna work and stop to play Starting fresh every day Till we arrive No matter what they say Ain't no one lookin anyway So come what may Our love will stay alive This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

When I was just a boy,I picked up a fine guitar I loved its smooth golden face, The sweet sound of new strings in place, It took me pretty far. Now I'm ready to get going to where I've never been before I'm gonna find six strings to inspire Something to take me higher Right down there at the guitar store My girl says get the best, And I love it that she feels that way I'm choosing wood, bone and steel Feeling the great way it makes me feel And how it makes me want to write and play When I'm an old man and my fingers bend and start to curl I want to know I kept growing each year Going always farther, never staying here, Adding something special to my world. Now I'm ready to get going to where I've never been before I'm gonna find six strings to inspire Something to take me higher Right down there at the guitar store

she's walkin back into a world she left, but couldn't leave behind -- a world her heart knows, though she pushes it out of mind. tried to heal the memories and let them make her strong, but it comes back at her like it was waiting all along. the bittersweet of homecoming mixed with smells of pumpkin spice, the hugs of family love, and the comments that cut twice. the vivid memories that no one else seems to remember -- that's why she's always looking for the 26th of December not a big deal to be on a plane, she's not afraid to fly. when that plane is headed home, she takes the Baileys when it comes by. every piece of clothing she's put in her suitcase was chosen with her mother's words and the look on daddy's face the bittersweet of homecoming mixed with smells of pumpkin spice, the hugs of family love, and the comments that cut twice, the vivid memories that no one else seems to remember-- that's why she's always looking for the 26th of Decembe...

warm hearths, bundled hearts, I'm flying home gathering selected moments to remember around the bountiful tables of November pushing others aside in the hall closet hoping no one finds them and all will forget older faces, and some so new, carving the past we have stuffed into slices that we can nicely arrange into stories that never and always change of parents' whims and childhood sins and mismatched memories where no one wins Thankful for all the family that remains -- To be otherwise would unleash our guilt and dare diminish the family picture we've built So coffee, pie are poured, sliced and served and I celebrate the Thanksgiving we now deserve

I miss breakfast some days; I don't eat like I should I miss my morning exercise, although I know it does me good I've missed the express train, had to catch the milk run I've missed seeing my team play, and you know, that's never fun. But when I miss you, I miss the best thing in life there is: All your kindness, your loving, the taste of your sweet kiss It doesn't matter what other good things come my way If I'm missing you, I'm missing the best part of my day. I've missed winning the lottery -- 1 number -- it's a crazy game I've missed gettin hit by a car, the kid was drivin insane I've missed all my par puts, gone and left them too short Missed a flight out of LA, because of traffic at the airport But when I miss you, I miss the best thing in life there is: All your kindness, your loving, the taste of your sweet kiss It doesn't matter what other good things come my way If I'm missing you, I'm missing the best part of my day. I...

in silence I wonder, in quiet I pine with a clang I blunder, step out of line the noise of my actions is deafeningly clear the silence of my soul gapes like a tear in the back seat of an old sedan come forward then, quiet thoughts come forward then, whether or not you want to be seen or known or heard regardless if you are lucid, sane or absurd or outlandishly wild or pedestrian out in the clear, hearts will mend out in the open, distress will end its battle, which rages unseen there inside the covers of an unread book. There thoughts collide, resolve, coalesce and come to fruition.

Take me one step closer to where I'm going to be Take me one stride away from the past Take me one step nearer to the love that sets me free Help me take one step that will last Too many years, in too few ways, I've been yearning for the guts to take the chance Retooling my soul, at work and play, I've been learning the steps to this dance Like the groom before the wedding, or a star to be rated I'm painstakingly learning the moves Hoping that my teacher is going to be elated when I finally get my groove Take me that last step, it's a hard one to make Take me that last step, get me to the floor And when I take that step, I'll be the first to take another, and another and always one more Take me one step closer to where I'm going to be Take me one stride away from the past Take me one step nearer to the love that sets me free Help me take one step that will last

Hard times etched their design upon what was once a tender face, Years of lonely fortitude, countless days lived with little grace. Yet in that crooked, broken smile, There is a sign that all the while - Through it all, Heaven was close at hand Stories of darkened years reverberate with echoed loss Give value to joyful hours obtained at such high cost, And each memory held dear Says it once again and clear; Through it all, Heaven was close at hand The sky never gets farther, the clouds never go away. I can run to the mountains, and know they will always stay. Though friends may come and some may go, There's a truth I've found that you should know, A secret that you should understand -- Heaven was always close at hand

Did anyone hear? It was more than a whisper. Did anyone hear? It seemed so very short. Was I the only one that heard that sound when I kissed her? The squeaky reopening of my heart. Slammed shut and sealed tight with rust the corrosion of my loss held me in Any attempt at love was bound to be a bust Cos I wasn't gonna risk it all again. She came and found me without any trouble Locked on with her sweet device Pulled me out of that cold and aching rubble Didn't even give me time to think twice Did anyone hear? It was more than a whisper. Did anyone hear? It seemed so very short. Was I the only one that heard that sound when I kissed her? The squeaky reopening of my heart.

the streets were dug up as big pipes were laid down we conquered in turns as king-of-the-hill and dirt-clod bombs and the tree-branch swords armed the young heroes of our town in the castles around me were the damsels fair and occasionally they were in distress but the girl next door was rescued the most with her freckled face and golden hair it's a long way back to the those hot summer days it's a long way back to those childhood ways it's a long way back to when her finger touched my lip it's a long way, but it's worth the trip I refused her attention, and tried to resist her but she was consistent in pursuit and she finally landed on me with my first kiss as i was held to the ground by my sister on the outside I struggled, on the inside, just delight in the affection of the girl next door as persimmon blossoms scented the air the princess had captured her knight it's a long way back to the those hot summer days it's a long way back to those childhood ways...

I've never been much for goodbye Always seem to come back for another hello And when that fond farewell is said with that forlorn look in your eye I know I'll be back once more before I go

faith-filled hope sets it all in motion: the heart the eyes the smile a clutch of the arm acts like a potion a grab a grip a hug opening up the gates of devotion quiet look gentle laugh sweet time

there are places to explore, each one new though I've been there before, a time to review all that was once discovered rising up and diving in, i'm surrounded it's all fresh again, and I'm astounded at what I have uncovered the undiscovered country the unappreciated land has no rigid boundary to stay my hand or prevent my entry these are my places to explore, each one new I will come as before, and perhaps find you in that country undiscovered

Las Vegas is a strange city to be sure: both residents and visitors engage in bizarre behavior on each of 365 days, but on Halloween, bizarre goes beyond all thought of boundary. Green, gargoyled men and diminutive toddling skunks walk the same halls, separated only by thin gauze or perhaps mothers' fingers on either side of young faces. The madness will stay there, if it acts according to promise, and the rudeness will never escape, unless swallowed and then smuggled out to an unsuspecting heartland. Inside I gamble, spin the wheel, pull a handle and then watch as my attentions turn and fail to line up in a row, and the st0ne's throw is not very far away at all. The heart is a strange place to be sure: both residents and visitors engage in bizarre behavior on each of 365 days and, on any given day, will escape all thoughtful boundaries.