With a pen made of reed And this Indian sable ink I could write you a song Every ringing word distinct But I've just got this pen With a chewed up broken end In this book I hold Scratched the lines beside the fold Oh and the scenes all play Oh through the wayward days But here Here is my song To you I deliver And here Here is my song To you the receiver Though it's poor What I sing From the fountain Of my heart to you Is a song universal That echoes between us And all that we hear I could sing you a song To the clearest Bells I’ve found And my voice would resound In the sweetest honey sound But my throat has aged Like the wood of my guitar Seasoned by strong winds Where tallest trees Are scarred Oh and the scenes all play Oh through the wayward days But here Here is my song To you I deliver And here Here is my song To you the receiver Though it's poor What I sing From the fountain Of my heart to you Is a song universal That echoes between us And all that we hear

They're Swimming Up the stream They've become Their own worst enemies Hold themselves Back from a Golden life Golden life Golden life Golden life Their children Hide and play How they fill up Every single day Fascinated by this Golden life Golden life Golden life Golden life We're only On this Earth A flash And we see A world on fire But through the smoke We see What she deserves What he deserves What they deserve A golden life Don’t let them Tell you how It’s a hopeless Helpless world When you Hold the keys To a Golden life Golden life Golden life Golden life

The bombs are still exploding In the hearts of some In this city full of rain. Old women sell their flowers In the underground But no one has the time today. And these crumbling walls Tell a million variations Of the subtlest tones of gray. But when the wintertime Exits stage And the Springtime comes In a slow parade. I don’t know Where they all come from But their hearts transform Underneath the sun. It’s just so beautiful, To be right here. Like some strange musical, Where everybody sings, In their dreams, Everybody sings, In their dreams. Conversations trickle Down the café’ walls Into a reservoir Of words. The rattling of dice Comes from A group of Greeks Gathered ‘round The backgammon board. And the eyes of the boys Follow cotton-skirted women Taking shelter From the Springtime rain. But when the wintertime Exits stage And the Springtime comes In a slow parade. I don’t know Where they all come from But their hearts transform Underneath the sun. It’s just so beautiful, To be right here. Like some strange musical, Where everybody sings, In their dreams, Everybody sings, In their dreams. The shop windows are closing And the street lamps Open their eyes Into the night. The lovers buy the flowers From the old women And return back to their hives. For tonight, they will sleep In a cluster-cloud of lilies Far and high above The castle walls. But when the wintertime Exits stage And the Springtime comes In a slow parade. I don’t know Where they all come from But their hearts transform Underneath the sun. It’s just so beautiful, To be right here. Like some strange musical, Where everybody sings, In their dreams, Everybody sings, In their dreams.

Light on the trail Where the snails And the snakes Are awake And the butterflies Blur through the shade Of the tropical trees Climb to the Top of the hill The insufferable heat Under clouds Then the breeze And the boats Going out to sea And the sea Is wide open With a peek Into what Everything Could be And the sea Is wide open With a peek Into what Everything Could be

Couldn’t have known We would ever discover This waterfall love That runs and it runs This island we live on breathes and exhales When the last petal falls Another’s begun Our flowers of fire the push and the pull Beyond our control Is what makes Us whole We are right on on time for this love We walk through the city Find somewhere to eat The LCD screens ATM machines A wrecking ball falls A deafening sound A blur of red cabs as they speed through the town Cut through the crowd Millions of souls Holding your hand To the push and the pull We are right on on time for this love We are right on on time for this love could not believe We would ever discover This waterfall love That runs

When you start to feel Like nothin' is real Like you walk through a dream Remember thousands of years They’ve been thinking ‘Bout this very thing Could you believe With a shell To your ear You would hear The real sea? That you could Fly through the air With the wind In your hair So free Suspend your belief When you look into The unseen You gotta see that way If you wanna walk Through this dream Have you ever felt That this limitless love Was too much to take? Well it will always grow In unbounded flow Though it aches It holds all the stars That twinkle afar As they hover in space From those faraway places To the intricate trace In your face Suspend your belief And look into The unseen You gotta see that way If you wanna walk Through this dream Suspend your belief And look into The unseen You gotta see that way If you wanna walk Through this dream

Left his family For a new love Then returned To an empty house Never thought How quickly Everything Could turn She fled from a House of pain Then saw the face Of an old flame And the trail Behind her Burned beside the bay Running from something Running to someone The movement all the same We could say Love and change How they bond And separate We could say Love and change Are the waterwheels Of each day Attraction repulsion The essence of these forces The marriage divorce That flow From one source Clutch the embers Of the ash To the pulse of the city Indifference and pity All flow from Love and change Running from something Running to someone The movement all the same We could say Love and change How they bond And separate We could say Love and change Are the waterwheel Of each day

When they first met, it was always dark, When it was day, there were thunderclouds, For the bough to break, it was only a matter of time. She’d stay over, see daylight break, But on that street, was a funeral wake, For the bough to break, it was only a matter of time. They met in the park by the old gazebo. That’s when she said goodbye, ‘she’d go, oh oh, Goodbye on a sunny day, Brightens all the shadows In a beautiful way, As he’s talking to her, she can see him fading away. The hours passed, he glanced at his watch, She asked if he had to be somewhere, He unfastened his watch and tossed it off into the lawn. Time rolled on and still they talked, for nothing’s ever cut and dry, And nothing’s as rare as a short and painless goodbye. They met in a park by the old gazebo. That’s when he said goodbye, he’d go, oh oh, Goodbye on a sunny day, Brightens all the shadows In a beautiful way, As he’s talking to her, She can see him fading away. Goodbye on a sunny day, Brightens all the shadows In a beautiful way, As she’s talking to him, She can see her fading away.

This stone in your hand Coffee sweet swirl From millions of years Long before we arrived And after we’re gone will reside In the river of time This stone in your hand Makes all of these fears Seem like specks In a darkened starless sky So minute to This stone that resides In the river of time It’s all right It’s okay Light the way Through the grey It’s all right It’s okay When stones float They lead the way This stone in my hand Could teach us more Than the thousands of books All the lectures from Finest minds can’t compare To this stone In the river of time These stones in our hands This gradual thought That our lives are on loan While we mutter and moan We’re so small to This stone that Resides in the river of Time time time It’s all right It’s okay Light the way Through the grey It’s all right It’s okay When stones float They lead the Way way way It’s alright It’s okay When stones float The lead the way

We don’t dine At the finest spots In this great town The only time we go To the Opera Is when we walk right by We’ve got DVDs Or we download Some silly film And watch our favourite scenes a dozen times. Some would say our lives are boring. But I can’t even think of any other way I’d kiss each day into the other. I play my songs, with this old warped guitar That you’ve heard A hundred times Or even more But every word rings out in a different way, And they always sing The stories of our days Some would say our lives are boring. But I can’t even think of any other way I’d kiss each day into the other.

They say the only constant thing Is change Shadows at noon We think we're standing still But clinging to leaves translucent cocoons She often tells him He has changed But surely both have lost their way They're ships Passing at night Under light Of a crescent moon And it's It's too late When they look away Everything They thought they knew Has all been rearranged And it's Too late Too late All that they been through Makes those memories So strange But far off In her eyes There is a flame From ages ago Their faces May have changed Their eyes are the same Dark jewels in the snow And all the things They can’t let go And all the ways Won't outgrow To be there One more time Just for now To entwine and float And it's It's too late After they look away Everything They thought they knew Has all been rearranged And it's Too late Too late All that they been through Makes those memories So strange And it's Too late Too late Everything They thought they knew Has all been rearranged

Well they paint the face Of this brand new place With every new thing They acquire. Earthen tones Seem to warm a home Like the clay Found in a fire. Dye those chairs, Put a table there, Let the sun spill in the room, And when the evening comes, Stand on the roof, See the skyline and the moon. When they move in, Yeah, they really move in, Hearts and eyes, Familiar compromise. Clouds in the rearview mirror, But it’s sunny ahead, With occasional showers. When everything’s a slate, It’s all there to create, It all comes down To how you use the space. Stainless steel, Got a shiny feel, Wooden blinds From the window sill, Restless thoughts, And Pans and pots, Awaiting for a meal, Got a TV hanging From the corner ceiling And it’s trying not to protrude, Garden chairs, A flight of stairs, A candle for the mood. When they move in, Yeah, they really move in, Hearts and eyes, Familiar compromise. Clouds in the rearview mirror, But it’s sunny ahead, With occasional showers. When everything’s a slate, It’s all there to create, It all comes down To how you use the space. When it starts to bloom, Every single room Has a personality. Chairs relate, coordinate, Around a hardwood symphony. It’s a beautiful thing, When it starts to sing, And windows take on wings. Move the room, With new perfume Of possibility. When they move in, Yeah, they really move in, Hearts and eyes, Familiar compromise. Clouds in the rearview mirror, But it’s sunny ahead, With occasional showers. When everything’s a slate, It’s all there to create, It all comes down To how you use the space.

Right as Rain Todd Warner Moore Waking in morning, Still thick in dreams. Anything can happen In this space between two states, And we are right as rain, On the first day of our love. Let's make some French toast, Coffee and green tea, Every drop of morning a departure From the past And we are right as rain, On the first day of our love. The sleepy smile, the messy hair, The way you ease yourself into the day, And I am as sure as I ever could be. Under the madness of the marketplace, Underneath the frantic faces, A way of grace in space Where it's all right as rain On the first day of our lives. We just accepted each situation, As something we had chosen, Not just happened, And we saw that it's all right as rain, On the first day of our lives. Instead of falling all to pieces What if everything comes together Way down beneath a turbulent sea? Instead of falling all to pieces What if everything comes together Way down beneath a turbulent sea?