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Nothing
to Gain
Nervous Words
The Road Home
Lover and Friend
Never Enough
Change of Direction
Headstones
Photographic Memories
Surrender
Only One Passion
Pass me my share of the blame;
now that I’m surrounded by all my mistakes.
There is no way for me to explain
why it’s always your heart that aches.
Troubles like these find a home,
but one seldom dances alone.
If you wear your emotions on your sleeve, they will show,
running from a place they do not know.
One of us can’t seem to deal
with the pain,
and one of us has this need to explain.
But we both like the sound of the rain;
why take it to the end when there’s nothing, nothing to gain?
No need to reason when,
answers in hiding will surface again.
How long can you last
when you’re drowning in the past,
with no direction to the end?
One of us can’t seem to deal with the pain,
and one of us has this need to explain.
But we both like the sound of the rain;
why take it to the end when there’s nothing, nothing to gain?
Out of the tears comes a smile,
offering this tense time a rest for a while.
Like two cats, we land with our feet on the ground,
more aware that the foundation might one day
come tumbling down.
One of us can’t seem to deal with the pain,
and one of us has this need to explain.
But we both like the sound of the rain;
why take it to the end when there’s nothing, nothing to gain?
It must be the wrong time and place for me, I guess;
but I know there’s a simple explanation for this mess.
I never intended to confess.
The nervous words were meant only to impress.
Someone help me see; just a little taste for me.
Someone make it real; I just need a little feel.
If I could only see a little vision just for me,
I would even steal just a little feel of what it’s like for me.
Wading through new waters is not the time to be bold;
looks across the table say my past is not that old.
All my fears are thriving in that silence where
nothing is said.
I try to breathe some life into the feelings that are dead.
Someone help me see; just a little taste for me.
Someone make it real; I just need a little feel.
If I could only see a little vision just for me,
I would even steal just a little feel of what it’s like for me.
To know what direction to go.
If I fill this need, I know
all these nervous words will go.
If I could get just a little taste for what to say—
Words that will make someone want to be with me someday.
All I need is just a little feel for what to say;
Then I’d know the rules of first encounter when
I play.
Someone help me see; just a little taste for me.
Someone make it real; I just need a little feel.
If I could only see a little vision just for me,
I would even steal just a little feel of what it’s like for me.
To know what direction to go.
If I fill this need, I know
all these nervous words will go.
The alarm shatters the silence of the early morning
darkness.
Then it’s out on the road for the rest of my day.
All those hours on streets a long way from home,
listening to conversations that are tired and old.
Take me back now; take me back now on the road home.
Take me back to where the wind blows through the
trees along the mountainside,
where the evergreens have no fear of the winter’s cold.
The other trees turn colors; all their leaves fall to the ground,
on a journey where there’s no time to grow old.
When the winter snows come and the cold winds blow,
I want to be back there, not out on this cold
lonesome road
Take me back now—take me home to the trees,
to that little turn in the road.
I’ve been drowning in an endless sea of red taillights
and listening to this highway groan.
It’s been too many years and too many miles
out on these lonely roads.
Take me back now, take me home to the trees;
Take me home, take me back now on the road home.
When the ice and snow have melted away,
under the warmth of a springtime sun,
I want to be back there, sitting on that porch
Far, far away from those highway runs.
It’s been too many years and too many miles,
I want to leave those crowded roads behind
and walk down some tree-covered aisles.
Take me back now—take me home to the trees,
to that little turn in the road.
I’ve been drowning in an endless sea of red taillights
and listening to this highway groan.
It’s been too many years and too many miles
out on these lonely roads.
Take me back now, take me home to the trees;
Take me home, take me back now on the road home.
Take me back now—take me home,
too many miles on these lonely roads.
Take me back now—take me home.
Take me back now on the road home.