(Mark Erelli). . The sun goes down, the sun comes up. Black coffee fills a paper cup. Every morning it gets harder to remember. The days all seem to pass this way.
(Mark Erelli). . Too many nights thinking 'bout you. Too many lights in my rearview. Too many miles by the light of the moon. Guess we all pay the price for the life we choose.
(Mark Erelli). . Wish I could say that I didn't know. If we held on too tight or just let it all go. Thinking maybe we'd profit from time spent alone.
(Mark Erelli). . Across the miles that lie between. The lives we live, and the lives we dream. Full moon shines so blue and bright. Smiling down on the both of us tonight.
(Mark Erelli). . My love I see the shadows fill your eyes. Your smile is but a thinly veiled disguise. Could it be you've grown dissatisfied. With me.
The sky went black, the world stopped turning round. As you took my hand and sat me down. Remember how I cried as you broke the news. My best just was not good enough for you.
(Mark Erelli). . I can't waive my hand. And make a blind man see. No I ain't got nothing. Hidden up my sleeve. I can't change. The water to wine. I can't pull you up.
(Mark Erelli). . I climbed out my bedroom window. Shimmied down the tree. Under cover of the darkness. I crept on down the street. She is waiting for my signal.
(Mark Erelli & Polly Mathewson). . My little sister makes more than you. My little sister makes more than you. Would you believe shes just 22. My little sister makes more than you.
(Mark Erelli). . I hear a tick. I hear a tock. Must be your biological clock. You're ready. Oh, you're ready. . You got the itch. I wanna scratch. I can't resist that's a natural fact.
Behind the house where I lived. Back when I was a kid. I played G.I. Joe beneath the tall pine trees. I'd fight imaginary wars. 'Til my mom called from our back porch.
(John Greenleaf Whittier & Lorne Entress). . So fallen, so lost, the light withdrawn. Which once he wore. The glory from his gray hair gone. Forevermore.
(Mark Erelli). . I thought I heard you knocking. As I sprung up from my chair. Flung the door wide open. There was no one standing there. It's getting harder every moment.
(Mark Erelli). . It's no secret, no mystery. How you once loved me so. Now you're part of my history. That was a long time ago. You'd think I'd have learned.
The alarm goes off and you hit the shower first,. I make the coffee, its a routine we rehearsed,. Turn the radio on and its wishing us a happy new year,.
(Mark Erelli). . They picked another one off the vine. Scooped out the seeds in the back of his mind. Filled up his head with half-truths and lies. And put the finishing touch on the perfect disguise.
It was a dry and dusty summer day. When that wagon train pulled in. Just three hours 'til the matinee. Was scheduled to begin. As the razorbacks unloaded the flats.
(Mark Erelli). . Darlin' it's the end for you and I. We've both seen this coming for some time. I could say I'm sorry. But you'd not believe it. You could say you'll change.
(Mark Erelli). . The sky went black, the world stopped turning round. As you took my hand and sat me down. Remember how I cried as you broke the news.
(Mark Erelli). . I'm not the kind to believe in superstition. Lately the truth I have seen is stranger than non-fiction. You race through my blood, some kind of sweet addiction.