What will you do with the time that's left?. Will you live it all with no regret?. Will they say that you loved till your final breath?. What will you do with the time that's left?.
~Think of Me~. Packing my bags this morning. Was the hardest thing to do. But packing my bags was so easy. Compared to standing outside your door right now.
Words and Music by Mark Schultz. From the recording: Song Cinema, Track #9.. . He packed his bags when he was just 18. To see a world he thought he'd never seen.
It takes you in and tears it all out, it tears it all out. But you never know. It takes your life, turns you into someone. And you know it won't be long.
Shake my bones and curl my toes,. Nobody does it better,. Spilt my head up to the core. And wrap me round your finger. Take a look outside. There is nowhere left to hide.
Love yourself if you want. Cry a bit. Laugh a lot. Throw a stone. Take a plane. Start again. Give yourself a chance not a nosebleed. Have a cause. Meet your friends.
Have you ever felt like you're starting to slide. down the side of a hill at the bottom where you will lose your mind?. So many contributing factors to hide.
You sent Your Son so tender and mild. The King of all kings the face of a child. The Savior who'd typify our wildest dreams come true. The least I can do is worship You.
Last of the leaves, fell today. I saw it myself, just down the way. The final one fell on my street. It went from green, red to grey. . Now I'm out in the cold and I'm waiting on someone to say.
(Bobby E. Boyd/David Leone). . This small town ain't such a bad little place. It's home but I could sure use some place. City limit signs are closing in on me.
Pardon me, old woman, I've come to the fair. in search of the young girl with strawberry hair. I left her here just a short time ago. Holding some sweetmeats behind her.
Every little past frustration. Taking out all your so called problems. Better pull them into reality. Taking out all your so called honour. and all your so called self-respect.
Here in silence I watch the sky. Darkness and coldness surround me. Space and me are just like You and me. Just too far apart, no chance to talk. . Oh my love, where are You now when I need You most.
Once upon a wondrous time. A child was born among the stars. The universe began to sing. A song of endless curiosity. . The music filled her soul. With unexpected harmony.
Tormented to destruction by your own success. Compounded when you realise your shallowness. You couldn't get arrested everything's a mess. A curious situation that needs some redress.
Ornamental words can't describe the bliss. That openness produces. Now the flaming heart and the burning kiss. No longer need excuses. . Take my hand, I am here for you.
Oh we promised, the band was forever. Looking forward to the day that we would wed. She was my very own betrothed. But the organ was to play that day.
(Clarence Gibson). . Well you think you got troubles. Man listen to me. I'll tell you a story as it happened you see. . I got four little kids a-waiting at home.
(Mark Erelli). . When I was a boy. I went to hear this picker play. I still recall his blue guitar. Like it was yesterday. I was a powder keg a-waitin'.
(Dennis Brennan & Kevin Barry). . Down on this row there ain't much to do. So I close my eyes and dream about you. You and that guy I met once or twice.