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THE CURRENCY OF FORGIVENESS

coffee brewed hours before she’s awake

hot water saved for the shower he takes

drives with no sense of direction

sometimes accepts of a course correction

 

listens to the same story told a hundred times

waits patiently at the end of the line

holding doors…holding tongues

it all evens out when our days are done

 

CHORUS worth all you have…and nothing less

all the tears and years that you invest

there from the moment you met

no IOU'S… no repaid debts

in the currency of forgiveness

 

an apology long before there’s a fight

no admission of who’s wrong or who’s right

a halfhearted confession

from some past life indiscretion

 

CHORUS worth all you have…and nothing less

it’s a beautiful complicated mess

will it all add up to happiness?

no IOU'S… no repaid debts

in the currency of forgiveness

 

It’s a long haul…there’s bumps in the road

It’s only heavy if you don’t share the load

no regrets …big or small

always say I love you before nightfall

 

CHORUS worth all you have…and nothing less

life keeps you up at night but love never rests

isn’t this why you both said yes

no IOU'S… no repaid debts

in the currency of forgiveness

in the currency of forgiveness

ALL WE’RE HOPING FOR

a little bit of hope is all we’re hoping for.

find our way to an open door

our fingers crossed

before all is lost 

a little bit of hope…is all we’re hoping for.

 

some sign of life is all we’re living for

on the losing end of a lopsided score

getting hard to see

or show humanity

some sign of life is all we’re living for

 

who feels the loss?…which side will win?

will god absolve all our earthly sins?

 

an honest act of love is all we’re longing for

unchain the prisoners of this war

free to forgive

and at last admit

an honest act of love is all we’re longing for

 

a little bit of hope is all we’re hoping for.

find our way to an open door

our fingers crossed

before all is lost 

a little bit of hope… is all we’re hoping for.

 

at the end of our rope

under a microscope

a little bit of hope… is all we’re hoping for.

THERE I WAS

there i was in Chula Vista

used my last piece of good luck

looking for a little resurrection

to get myself unstuck

it was a town of one too many

a place with no point of view

punched my ticket to the promised land

thought every word you said was true

 

CHORUS: seems like I’m living on the wrong side of nowhere

no roots in the ground

yeah, I’m living on the wrong side of nowhere

the lost that can’t be found

 

left me here with empty pockets

a ring short of a wedding band

staring at the wreckage all around me

‘bout to make my last stand

 

CHORUS: seems like I’m living on the wrong side of nowhere

no roots in the ground

yeah, I’m living on the wrong side of nowhere

the lost that can’t be found

 

BRIDGE: 

did you get what you wanted

did you mean to set me free

your escape route just wasn’t 

always clear to me. 

 

not sure where I go from here

what I am looking for

will I even recognize it

If it walked right through the door

 

CHORUS: i’m tired of living on the wrong side of nowhere

putting my roots in the ground

no more living on the wrong side of nowhere

the lost that’s been found

I was lost but now I’m found

SOMETHING ANYTHING

I’m looking for something positive today

I’m looking for something positive today

on every street on every face

momentary signs of grace

I’m looking for something positive today

 

I’m looking for something I believe in today

I’m looking for something I believe in today

to leave fears far behind

restore faith in humankind

I’m looking for something I believe in today

 

BRIDGE: could be something big or something small

could be almost nothing at all

might not mean a thing

maybe changes everything

 

I’m looking for something I can give you today

Looking for something I can give you today

to quell all of the noise

a little peace, a little joy

I’m looking for something I can give you today

I’m looking for something I can give you today

I’m looking for something positive today

I’m looking for something I believe in today

FALLING NO MORE

there are falls from grace…falling stars from the sky 

Fall in New England…washing over your eyes 

the fall that you take when you meet your hearts end 

you may never recover from that one again 

there are falls you barely survive 

others make you feel more alive 

 

CHORUS: we keep falling, falling and falling like rain 

soaked to the bone…aching and drained 

we keep falling, falling asking where, how and why 

and hope that one day we will rise 

 

falling off the wagon falling off a bike 

one or the other can change your life 

there are falls you see coming…falls you endure 

falls where you dream of a better world 

an oak falls in a lightening flash 

no gettin’ back up no second chance 

 

CHORUS: we keep falling, falling and falling like rain 

soaked to the bone…aching and drained. 

we keep falling, falling asking where, how and why 

wait for the time we will rise. 

 

BRIDGE: rise up. rise up. fly and soar. rise up. rise up.

falling no more

 

CHORUS: no more falling, falling and falling away

peaceful. protected. Free from the pain 

no more falling and falling or tears to be cried 

now is the time we will rise. now is the time we will rise

LOST LOVE LETTERS

he was rootin’ around in that old root cellar 

looking for a bag of mail 

trying to find some lost love letters crumbs left along a trail 

lined paper torn from a bound notebook written in ball point pen

from me to you…words so true or was he just imaginin’

 

CHORUS: no it’s not the one you haven’t met

only the one that you can’t forget

memories may fade

but a promise never made

is a promise always kept

 

can’t go back …can’t move on no matter which way he chose

like a fragile moth to a fiery flame he was drawn to get too close

 

CHORUS: no it’s not the one you haven’t met

only the one that you can’t forget

memories may fade

but a promise never made

is a promise always kept 

 

BRIDGE: he said i love you so many times

or was it only in his wayward mind

reading in between the lines

he’s still searching for a sign

 

maybe in the one to Paris stamped but never sent 

pages that elude him now of a love that came and went

 

CHORUS: no it’s not the one you haven’t met

only the one that you can’t forget

memories may fade

but a promise never made

is a promise always kept

COMPACT LIFE

got a compact car

whole lot easier to park

fits in those hard to fit spaces

never a part of street drag races

driving next to an SUV…Well I feel a little puny

good on gas, near and far i got a compact car

 

got a compact build

five foot five still strong willed

as a kid, I was sorta stocky

bad for hoops good for hockey

wished i was tall and thin…and maybe a bit more significant

no fashion sense no frills…I got a compact build

 

BRIDGE: but I’m expanding my heart  

stretching out my soul

letting my spirit span this entire earthly globe

ain’t gonna let this moment go

 

got a compact disc

all it took was to take a few risks

folks who believed in me

all my friends, my extended family

got no vinyl or cassettes…nor many financial assets

can anyone still play this?…I got a compact disc

 

got compact life

some of you may wonder why

downsized a few years ago

here’s what I’ve got to show

a smaller carbon footprint…a 42 year sacrament. 

still makes me feel so alive…I got a compact life

 

I got a compact life. Oh yeah

I got a compact life with a compact car and a compact build

I got a compact life with a compact disc in a compact world 

I got a compact life

a compact home, compact wife…I love my compact life

SUNDAY MORNING

A poem by Marjorie Ward

 

Sunday to Mass, then home for a treat

Breakfast is special, service is neat

 

Clean up and pack, beds made by the clock

Yellow car waiting to drive down to the dock

 

Routine takes over, boys hoist the boat

Girls mind the babies, order by rote

 

Baskets on board, skipper in place

Motor is started, slow now is the pace. 

Slow now is the pace

Slow now is the pace.

 

Gone is the hurry, no more rush that day

Leisure takes over, we’re under way

 

Family joy creates a bond

Parents are friends and the children they respond

 

Now they are gone those joyous days

Love nurtured them, it eased our ways

 

Those Sundays still live in each members heart

They keep us a family even though we’re far apart. 

Even though we’re far apart. 

Even though we’re far apart.

I FOLLOW

I followed my sisters and brothers

I followed the temptation of others

worked hard to fit in…inside a different skin

I begged, stole and borrowed…but mostly I followed

 

morning mass…a heathen acolyte

heaven or hell…well it could be either side 

said all my childhood confessions

not sure now about any of those lessons

 

I followed…the stations of the cross

gave credit for the wins…took blame for every loss

I prayed that those wafers…were actually the savior

cheap wine was the blood I swallowed…I served and followed

 

cut off jeans and faded t-shirts

six packs, cigarettes.. driving round the outskirts

wasting our lives, our futures, our pasts

hoping to death that the die had not been cast

 

I followed the dream we were sold

could not tell the truth from lies we were told

tried to outrun…the things that I’ve done

just to make it through tomorrow…oh I followed

 

Bridge: to avoid detection, hide my own reflection, an acne filled complexion, a guilt ridden erection…falling far short of perfection  

 

now I follow the road less travelled  

turn by turn the secret gets unraveled

I will follow a girl…to the ends of the earth

my soul no longer hollow…my heart I follow

oh I follow my heart I follow…oh I follow

THIS OLD LIFE GOES

today I saw my old friend Tim

truth be told there wasn’t much left of him

it was his face, his hands and curls of hair

but a big part of him was no longer there.

 

he grabbed my arm and stared into my eyes

not sure it’s me that he really recognized

always took on whatever life would throw

it’s just the way…. this old life goes.

 

CHORUS what part of us is the first to go?

brushing our teeth or touching our toes

will we still dream? or want ice cream?

be out of our mind? or just doing time?

guess it’s the way the old wind blows.

guess it’s just the way…this old life goes…this old life goes.

 

sweet grand baby squirms upon his lap

both wearing diapers and could use a little nap

no more work—the occasional sing-along 

each day’s the same from dusk to dawn.

 

CHORUS 

 

it’s not about fairness about wrong or right

so make sure you kiss your loved ones goodnight

memories get stolen with eyes opened or closed

it’s just the way… this old life goes.

this old life goes…this old life goes.

SMILE

we always seemed so young…til suddenly we were not 

brothers, sisters, mom and dad…the whole big lot 

as we scattered then gathered together back again 

preparing ourselves for our second wind. 

 

we remember all hands folded ready to say grace 

each and every one of us is in our narrow little place 

never let on there’s a loose tooth on the edge of your gums 

Cause that dentist’s work, well, it’s never done 

 

CHORUS: smile, it’s what we all got from him 

smile for the camera and let it smile back again 

smile for the slides and the prints and the film 

It’s how we’ll remember him 

 

there were ten of us at one time- now we’re down to six 

brand new additions add life into the mix 

face forward for the portrait we hear the camera click. 

deep in hearts we hear life’s clock tock tick 

 

CHORUS: smile even though we are aching inside 

smile side by side by side

smile no matter the shape we’re in 

record the moment then begin again 

 

A mouth full of big teeth, silver hair and dark eyes 

as the wind hits over the starboard side 

and though the pain of loss is still right there 

we can smell the river in the thick morning air 

 

CHORUS: smile, it’s what we all got from him 

smile for the camera and let it smile back again 

smile for the slides and the prints and the film 

that’s how we’ll remember him 

 

REPEAT CHORUS

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