| It's About Time |
| Falling Out Of Love This is what it's like falling out of love, this is the way you lose your very best friend. This is how it feels when it's all over, this is just the way a true love ends. First of all, there's no one you can talk to. When there is, they just don't seem to hear. Words don't seem to matter much anyway, they can't describe the pain, they can't explain the fear. Then the nights grow cold and hard to live through, still you hate to see the morning come. Somehow tomorrow doesn't matter much anymore, the future holds no promise, your life's already done. This is what it's like falling out of love, this is the way you lose your very best friend. This is how it feels when it's all over, this is just the way a true love ends. Then you find your heart no longer flutters. You no longer look through a lover's eyes. What's to see when the world falls down around you? You simply can't believe it, but it comes as no surprise. This is what it's like falling out of love, this is the way you lose your very best friend. This is how it feels when it's all over, this is just the way a true love ends. What this sense of failure? It's such an incredible loss. It's all the things you'll never do and all the dreams that will never come true. This is what it's like falling out of love, this is the way you lose your very best friend. This is how it feels when it's all over, this is just the way a true love ends. Oh, this is just the way a true love ends. I don't believe a true love ever ends. Flight (Magee, Jr./Denver/Henry/Holdridge) Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth and danced the sky on laughter silvered wings. Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds and done a hundred things. I've wheeled and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence. Hovering there I've chased the shouting winds aloft and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air. The higher we fly, the farther we go, the closer we are to each other. The darker the night, the brighter the star, in peace go my sisters and brothers. Up, up, the long delirious burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace. Where never lark nor even eagle flew and while with silent lifting mind I trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space, put out my hand and touched the face of God. The higher we fly, the farther we go, the closer we are to each other. The darker the night, the brighter the star, in peace go my sisters and brothers. Hold On Tightly Lost in a boat on the ocean, lost in a ship out at sea. Lost in the dark of misfortune, where is a light I can see? Where is the highway to heaven, where is the love we all need? Where is the peace that we long for, where is the man who is free? Here in the heart there is freedom, here in the heart there is peace. Here in the heart is the answer to questions much deeper than these. You've got to hold on tightly, let go lightly. It's only surrender, it's all in the game. If you just hold on tightly, let go lightly, there's always forgiveness and no one to blame. Some will take fame over fortune, some will take love over gold. Some will pray only for power, some never want to grow old. Some see the day that is coming, some only see what has passed. Someone will always be first in line, someone will always be last. Here in the heart there is freedom, here in the heart there is peace. Here in the heart is the answer to questions much deeper than these. You've got to hold on tightly, let go lightly. It's only surrender, it's all in the game. If you just hold on tightly, let go lightly, there's always forgiveness and no one to blame. You've got to hold on tightly, let go lightly. It's only surrender, it's all in the game. If you just hold on tightly, let go lightly, there's always forgiveness and no one to blame. I Remember Romance I remember romance, bubble baths at night. Breakfast in the afternoon and love by candlelight, love by candlelight. I remember romance and lying in her arms. Her hair across my shoulder, her breast upon my arm, so soft upon my arm. I remember romance and laughing at the moon, dancing at the rainbow's end and losing her too soon, losing her too soon. I know we both are sorry, I know we both still care. Oh, how could we have lost It, a love beyond compare, a love beyond compare. It’s About Time (Denver/Hardin) There's a full moon over India and Gandhi lives again. Who's to say you have to lose for someone else to win? In the eyes of all the people, the look is much the same, for the first is just the last one when you play a deadly game. It's about time we realize it, we're all in this together. It's about time we find out, it's all of us or none. It's about time we recognize it, these changes in the weather. It's about time, it's about changes, and it's about time. There's a light in the Vatican window for all the world to see and a voice cries in the wilderness and sometimes he speaks for me. I suppose I love him most of all when he kneels to kiss the land, with his lips upon our mother's breast, he makes his strongest stand. It's about time we start to see it, the earth is our only home. It's about time we start to face it, we can't make it here all alone. It's about time we start to listen to the voices in the wind, it's about time and it's about changes and it's about time. There's a man who is my brother, I just don't know his name. But I know his home and family because I know we feel the same. And it hurts me when he's hungry and when his children cry. I too am a father, and that little one is mine. It's about time we begin it, to turn the world around. It's about time we start to make it, the dream we've always known. It's about time we start to live it, the family of man. It's about time, it's about changes and it's about time. It's about peace and it's about plenty and it's about time, It's about you and me together and it's about time. On The Wings Of A Dream Yesterday I had a dream about dying, about laying to rest and then flying, how the moment at hand is the only thing we really own. And I lay in my bed and I wondered, after all has been said and is done for, why is it thus we are here and so soon we are gone? Is this life just a path to the place that we all have come from? Does the heart know the way and if not, can it ever be found in a smile or a tear or a prayer or a sigh or a song? And if so, then I sing for my father, and in truth, you must know I would rather he were here by my side, we could fly on the wings of a dream. To a place where the spirit would find us and the joy and surrender would bind us. We are one anyway, anyway we are more than we seem. There are those who will lead us, protect us each step of the way. From beginning to end, for each moment, forever, each day. Such a gift has been given, it can never be taken away. Though the body in passing must leave us, there is one who remains to receive us. There are those in this life who are friends from our heavenly home. So I listen to the voices inside me, for I know they are there just to guide me. And my faith will proclaim it is so, we are never alone. From the life to the light, from the dark of the night to the dawn, he is so in my heart, he is here, he could never be gone. Though the singer is silent, there still is the truth of the song, in the song. Yesterday I had a dream about dying, about laying to rest and then flying, how the moment at hand is the only thing we really own. And I lay in my bed and I wondered, after all has been said and is done for, why is it thus we are here and so soon we are gone? Oh, why is it thus we are here and so soon we are gone? Somethin' About There's somethin' about the ocean rising up to meet the shoreline. Somethin' about a river the way it runs to meet the sea. There's somethin' about a rainfall and it's like the gift of living. There's somethin' about the water that makes me sing. Oh, somethin' about the mountains rising right straight up to heaven. And somethin' about a canyon in the shade of a cottonwood tree. Somethin' about the desert in the afterglow of evening. There's somethin' about the west that makes me sing. There's somethin' about the way you love me baby. There's somethin' about the way your lips meet mine. There's somethin' about the way you like to touch me. It really turns me on and makes my little light shine. There's somethin' about the way you love me baby. There's somethin' about the way your lips meet mine. There's somethin' about the way you like to touch me, it really turns me on and makes this little light shine. There's somethin' about the forest in the latter days of August. There's somethin' about the country on the very first day of springtime. There's somethin' about a wheatfield, oh you know I love the prairie. There's somethin' about the land that makes me sing. The Way I Am I love the ocean on a peaceful morning. I love the freedom of a single man. I love the woman who just drives me crazy, I just can't help it, that's the way I am. I don't like war, I don't like politicians, don't like the one who has an angry hand. I don't like guns, I don't like nuclear missiles, don't like the one who doesn't give a damn. It's all right, it's all right, we can make love, we can fight. It's all right, it's all right, we can make love, we can fight, we can make love. I love the Lord, I love the little people, I love the one who is a gentle man. I love the rivers in the Rocky Mountains, I just can't help it, that's the way I am. I've been to Boston and I've been to China, I've been around the world and back again. I've got a hunger that just keeps me running, I just can't help it that's the way I am. It's all right, it's all right, we can make love, we can fight. It's all right, it's all right, we can make love, we can fight, we can make love. Thought Of You It's been almost a year since that beautiful weekend, it was more than a lifetime ago. How it happens to mind after all of this time and brings tears to my eyes, I don't know. It's the thought of you and the way that it hurts to be so much in love. The thought of you brings it all my way I know that it's late, I'm sorry I called. I'm surprised to have found you at home. It's just once in a while I remember your number, I was hoping that you'd be alone. For I thought of you and the way you can turn it around with a smile. And the thought of you brings it all my way. I know that it's over, but I can't discover a way to erase how I feel. I remember the nights and the passionate fights and I know that I love you and I always will. And I want you to know that I'm always here for you. Any day, any night, any time. It happened before, it could happen once more, there's a chance that you might change you're mind. For the thought of you and the way that it feels to be safe in your arms, the thought of you brings it all my way. I know that it's over, but I can't discover a way to erase how I feel. I remember the nights and the passionate fights and I know that I love you and I always will. It's been almost a year since that beautiful weekend, it was more than a lifetime ago. Wild Montana Skies He was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the early morning rain. Wild geese over the water, heading north and home again. Bringing a warm wind from the south, bringing the first taste of the spring. His mother took him to her breast, and softly she did sing: Oh Montana, give this child a home. Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own. Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes, give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies. His mother died that summer and he never learned to cry. He never knew his father and he never did ask why. He never knew the answers that would make an easy way, but he learned to know the wilderness and to be a man that way. His mother's brother took him in to his family and his home, gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own. And he learned to be a farmer, and he learned to love the land, and he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand. Oh Montana, give this child a home. Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own. Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes, give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies. On the eve of his 21st birthday, he set out on his own. He was 30 years and running when he found his way back home. Riding a storm across the mountains and an aching in his heart, said he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start. Now he never told a story of the time that he was gone. Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a John. There was something in the city that he said he couldn't breathe, there was something in the country that he said he couldn't leave. Now some say he was crazy, some are glad he’s gone. Some of us will miss him and try to carry on, giving a voice to the forest, giving a voice to the dawn. Giving a voice to the wilderness and the land that he lived on. Oh Montana, give this child a home. Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own. Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes, give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies. Oh Montana, give this child a home. Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own. Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes, give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild Montana Skies. World Game I want to play in the world game. I want to make it better than it's ever been before. I want to play in the world game. I want to make sure everybody knows the score. About using less, doing so much more. Everywhere I'm going I see trouble. Everywhere I'm looking I see all kinds of pain. Maybe we can get back on the double. Maybe we can turn around and make it all change. They say it's you against your neighbor. If it gets right down to it, you against your friend. I swear that this is not the answer. As far as I can see it is the way it all ends. I want to play in the world game. I want to make it better than it's ever been before. I want to play in the world game. I want to make sure everybody knows the score. About using less, doing so much more. Hey man, you know me I don't worry. Hey man, you know me I am never afraid. Only one thing can make me sorry. Something to say and then it never gets said. What kind of man turns on his brother? What kind of man would turn his back on a friend? Who has the right to say it's over? (No one!) Who has the right to say how far it can bend? I want to play in the world game. I want to make it better than it's ever been before. I want to play in the world game. I want to make sure everybody knows the score. About using less, doing so much more. Yaweh Yaweh Yaweh Jah, Yaweh Yaweh Yaweh Jah. Yaweh Yaweh Yaweh Jah, Yaweh Yaweh Yaweh Jah. You and me you and me. You and me you and me. I and I - I and I, I and I - I and I. I want to play in the world game. I want to make it better than it's ever been before. I want to play in the world game. I want to make sure everybody knows the score. About using less, doing so much more. |