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1. I
MISS YOU
Late at night, something’s
not right...
I might be missing you.
I should be kissing you.
I lie in bed
and make the most of broken dreams.
It seems there’s something
I’d still like to let you know.
And so surrendering,
I finally let my feelings flow.
I miss you, sometimes I miss you.
More than you’d probably care
to think or know.
Sometime at night babe,
I simply long to kiss you.
But you’re not here
and so I try to let it go.
Sometimes just letting go,
it’s hard just letting go.
I miss you, sometimes I miss you.
And as time goes by
I wonder why you had to go.
What I’ve been feeling
has set my soul to reeling.
And it takes an old guitar
to really let those feelings show.
Although it’s hard to say,
I’ll tell you anyway... I miss you.
There’s not much more to say,
but baby, by the way... I miss you.
I miss you, sometimes I miss you.
More than you’d probably care
to think or know.
Sometime at night babe,
I simply long to kiss you.
But you’re not here
and so I’ve go to let it go.
Sometimes just letting go,
it’s hard just letting go.
Sometimes just letting go,
it’s hard just letting go.
Sometimes this letting go,
it’s hard just letting go.
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2.
MY FAVORITE MEMORY
You are my favorite lady.
But right now you won’t see me.
And that makes you a memory.
Ya, you’re my favorite memory.
Memories are free
and they’re easy to believe.
At least usually.
They respond to recollections so reliably.
Ya, they’re pliable or deniable
and that’s what makes them viable -
to be what you want them to be.
The mind’s eye will see the things
you want to see.
The past is frequently a fantasy.
A fantasy that’s based
upon dissected dreams.
The mind makes a meal
out of what might have been....
and it’s called a memory.
What might have been perceptibly
when mixed with incongruity,
it turns into a time machine
that edits how it should have been.
Oh, the past is an odyssey
that will last
as long as lonesome lovers
sing sad songs,
and the crowd wonders curiously:
“what went wrong?”
You are my favorite lady.
But right now you won’t see me.
And that makes you a memory.
Ya, you’re my favorite memory.
The sky is full of fireflys.
Oh... won’t you fly away with me?
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3. VAST
AFFECTION
There was once when I succeeded
in actually being needed for awhile.
And she needed me in style.
Times change.
People change too.
Fashion, fads, the weather -
and evidently you.
Strangers bring danger -
excitements their goal.
The feeling’s appealing -
when it’s lodged in your soul.
But there's an issue here,
more than mere tissue, my dear...
the fact is... you’re out of control.
What of this vast affection
that we once called our own?
What of this vast affection?
Why must I walk alone?
You used to love me.
Why did you leave?
Was it because
you sensed a lack of opportunity?
As often happens with time...
the blessing’s probably mine.
But what of this vast affection
that you once gave a home?
Sometimes this vast affection
seems destined to roam.
Times change.
People change too.
Fashions, fad, the weather -
whether or not I’m with you.
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4. SUBSTANCE
OF THE HEART
I’m driving down the highway,
my heart’s still pounding.
I just left a present in your doorway,
my heart was beating wildly,
as I knelt to pray - right there -
at the top of the stairs.
I prayed for you, that you’d understand -
that I’m a man, a man who loves you.
Just as you are...
because who you are is who I’ve loved.
I’ve really loved you - and I still do.
And my love has substance...
Love isn’t rituals,
no it’s a substance that’s from above -
because God is love.
Real love ---
and real love will change you,
but you can’t change it
or rearrange it --
for love is truth.
And if you knew the lies
that have been disguised as truth...
you’d be surprised.
I wrote my soul
into the songs I sing for you.
Music made out of you.
Will you drop by, or write or call ?
Will you have anything to say at all ?
Will you acknowledge me ?
... show some courtesy.
Just let me see some integrity
in the substance, the substance of the heart.
Please, please respond to me,
and let me see, let the angels see,
let the whole world see..
the substance of your heart.
The substance of your heart,
the substance of your heart,
the substance of your heart...
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5. VULNERABLE
Sometimes at night
you’re restless as you lie in bed alone,
but you know I’d probably be there
if you’d just pick up the phone.
You’ve long since found out
freedom is a lonesome thing to find,
yet you know how long it took
at first just to get me off your mind.
So you dream of other men
and one’s touching you again,
because the message that you send is:
I’m vulnerable - vulnerable.
You head out of the evening
with a couple of friends in tow.
You’re all looking for that someone
you can quickly get to know.
The first step’s generally a dance
to break the social ice.
One just gestured with an awkward glance,
from the bar his butt looks nice.
First he’ll bore you for a while,
small talk somehow suits your style.
Then he’ll kiss you with a smile.
He knows you’re vulnerable - vulnerable.
He’s not exactly handsome,
and he’s not exactly bright.
But he’s still a better option
than alone again tonight.
So soon you start to feeling
that you’re being a little cruel.
People need to receive affection...
even simple-minded fools.
Though it won’t be love, it’s true,
if his breath’s not bad, he’ll “do” .....
after just a drink or two:
You get vulnerable - vulnerable.
You wake up in the morning wondering
who, what, where, and why,
as you taste the bitter wreckage
of an unhygenic guy.
He smiles and tries to kiss you
as he spreads you open wide
and you suffer somewhat soberly
as he takes another ride.
He reminds you of your dad,
for a month that makes you glad.
This unresolved shit sure is sad.
You’re so vulnerable - vulnerable.
Sometimes at night I’m restless as I lie in bed alone,
and I realize that you won’t be coming home.
It’s been months since I’ve seen you,
and more memories won’t do.
Still I just can’t help but hoping
that sometimes you miss me too.
So I lie in bed and pray
that you might come home someday,
if it’s God’s will anyway...
I’m still vulnerable.......vulnerable
about you.
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6.
JUST MIGHT GET ALONG FINE
Loneliness...Loneliness......
Loneliness...
You might not like me if you knew me.
But if I have to hide,
I might never get to know you...
get to know you.
So tell me your secrets, I’ll tell you mine.
If we’ve both been sinners,
we just might bet along fine...
We just might get along fine.
Oh, we just might bet along fine
if you took the time to get to know me..
we just might bet along fine.
Ya, we just might somehow find
that our souls could combine.
You never know girl,
we just might get along fine.
Loneliness...Loneliness and secrets...
Loneliness...I’m not sure what to do.
This less than tasteful mess
couldn’t possibly appeal to you...
Could I appeal to you?
I’ve had my problems,more than a few.
The fact is that they’re gone
and you won’t find anything new
that’s taken their place,
as I try to keep control,
and live the lonely life
of a sophisticated soul.
So, we just might get along fine girl...
so welcome to my world.
Ya, we just might...
I can tell by the signs
Oh, we just might get along well...
only time will tell...
What the hell, girl,
we just might get along fine.
You might not appreciate
what I’m saying at this time...
but believe me,
we just might get along fine.
Loneliness...Loneliness and secrets...
Loneliness is half the hell
that I’ve been through.
Loneliness...
sometime could I confess
the rest to you?
So tell me your secrets,
I’ll tell you mine......
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7. YOUR
HAPPINESS
This loneliness, Lord, it’s killing
me.
But your happiness means the world to me.
And if not seeing me makes you happy,
then this loneliness...it can have me.
I’m through
trying to capture you.
As any fool can plainly see,
that trap’s been sprung on me.
An emptiness deep inside of me
keeps yearning for your sweet company.
Is it true
after all that we’ve been through, girl,
that you don’t even miss me ?
It’s hard to believe...
the way just weeks ago
you loved and hugged and kissed me.
If you’re smart you won’t play that card
so early in the game.
Some day you just may miss my love
and I won’t be the only one to blame.
I’m through, oh, I’m through...
performing for you.
I spent too much time up
on that stage trying to charm you.
Well, if I had my way,
I would offer up a cure.
Since there’s nothing left to say-
I’d just be your quiet partner.
Now your happiness
means the world to me, my friend.
And it just might make you happy some day
to be with me again.
When you’re missing me sometime, oh,
I hope you’ll come and see me.
But I’ll say it again, until then...
this loneliness - it can have me.
Your happiness means the world to me.
Your happiness means the world to me.
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8. WITHOUT
A REASON
Sorrow, sun, and snow and rain,
and falling leaves and freight trains.
Take to the knees to ease the pain,
surrender makes the pathway plain.
One day she left without a rhyme or reason.
I guess I could confess
I felt it coming at the time.
But though, don’t you know,
that desertion is high treason,
I find my best friend missing,
I’m still wishing she were mine.
Ya, when she left, she left without a reason.
Sometimes a reason’s
just a hard thing to find.
I still send her something silk once a season.
Sometimes a change of season
makes for a change of mind.
I’ve been coming back for you -
winter, spring, summer
and the autumn season too.
And I’ll be coming back for you,
as long as my soul says
it’s the right thing to do.
Sometimes I send
stonewashed silk across the seasons.
Who could contend
that the courtesy’s a crime?
Knowing her but once
is as good as any reason,
to send that sweet soul silk
until the end of bloody time.
Sorrow, sun, and snow and rain,
and love and loneliness and pain.
Think I’ll board a Concorde,
and catch a dose of spring in Spain.
When she left,
she didn’t leave a reason.
I suppose a reason’s
for the one that’s left to find.
I guess in that regard,
it’s kind of like the seasons:
you only need a reason
when you plan to change your mind.
I've been coming back for you.
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9. HERE
COMES THE RAIN
I’d like to set things straight,
a farmer would relate,
an empty cloud, though bold and proud,
is just a wall.
So though the man’s no nomad,
I know we’re probably both glad
to see those clouds just open up
and let the rain fall.
Because a little rain and time
might mold these memories of mine
into a past that though it’s cast
still isn’t clear.
I’ve faced a few horizons
and now those memories need apprising...
Here comes the rain,
here comes the rain,
here comes the rain.
I'd like to set things straight,
any trucker could relate.
For finding small talk,
the height of corn stalks...
suites most folks fine.
And as soggy stories go,
by now you probably know,
that all those tall stalks
really need is rain and time.
Could a little rain and time
help mold these memories of mine...
into a past that though it’s cast...
still isn’t clear?
As I face the dark horizon
may the storm my spirit wisen...
Here comes the rain,
here comes the rain,
here comes the rain.
I’ll soon face a new horizon,
so may this storm my spirit wisen.
Here comes the rain,
here comes the rain,
here comes the rain.
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10.
OKLAHOMA
(Because of the
abhorrence of the act that happened on
American soil in Oklahoma, L.A. Cowboy again
dedicates this song to all of us ...
in remembrance of this tragic, tragic event.)
I was minding my own
business
like I do at least once a day.
When the radio blared,
the country got scared,
and stopped in its tracks to pray.
Some scenes in this life
make a grown man’s
spirit quiver and cry.
Such as senseless slaughter,
when family, friends, and neighbors die,
As we bury the dead in
this darkest hour.....
all goodness grieves.
Let’s bequeath them a bed where the world
watched love touch agony.
Oklahoma, my spirit sings
for you.
Oklahoma, your hearts will see you through.
Some trials in this life
just the strongest souls seem tested by:
Events of evil and terror
where women and children suffer and die.
We’ll heal our hearts,
with the hope we hold
when loved ones leave.
We bequeath them a home
where we’ve all watched
love touch agony.
Oklahoma, my spirit sings
for you.
Oklahoma, your hearts will see you through.
Oklahoma, my spirit sings
for you.
Oklahoma, my spirit sings for you.
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