(Mark Erelli). . Did you think they'd part the seas for you like Moses. Did you think everything would come up roses. For every door they open. There's another door that closes.
(Mark Erelli). . Whenever you call you can bet I'll always come. So honey you can just forget the other ones. Though you're cruel and unkind. I'm the very first in line.
Take what you want, see to it. You dust all your memories away. 'Cause I can't find the strength to do it. I can't remember what should go or what should stay.
(Jim Armenti). . I've been called every bad name, some I can't name. By judges and lawyers and folks I never met. But my mother she called me Walker Jermaine.
It's written of in papers, books and magazines. For centuries adventurers set sail. In schooners, clippers, sloops and brigs and barquentines. O'er the deep blue ocean to prevail.
(Mark Erelli). . Everyday moves from a blessing to a curse. Pull out of the driveway slip it in reverse. Take a turn for the better, a turn for the worse.
(Chris Moore & John McGann). . Dear Magnolia, I lend you my ear. Whisper your stories and secrets hidden here. Of a South that rose, of a South that fell.
(Mark Erelli). . Out here on this road just after midnight. Silver sickle rising in the east. I'm steady on the wheel. But I know just how you feel. So just lean back and try to catch some sleep.
(Mark Erelli). . There are seven sisters weeping. Down by the old oxbow. As the coffee colored river. Swells with melting snow. . Soon a bittersweet new season.
(Mark Erelli). . I met her on the farm on a hot summer night. I don't have to tell you it was love at first sight. It was a chance introduction by a mutual friend.
(Trad.). . He was just a blue eyed Boston boy. His voice was low with pain. I'll do your bidding comrade mine. If I ride back again. But if you ride on and I should fall.
(Mark Erelli). . I walked these streets before I knew your name. Now you're by my side and nothing seems the same. Has everything been turned around or am I the one who changed.
(Mark Erelli). . How many miles. Did we travel down that road. Searching all the while. For a place to call our own. So young and hypnotized. By the stars in our eyes.
(Mark Erelli). . Well, you know I used to be alone. Never ever needed anyone. I couldn't say what I was running from. Man, I was constantly blue. . Down every boulevard and backroad.
Saint Nick fell down the chimney right on cue. With a big ole' bag of gifts for me and you. I was cryin' by the Christmas tree with a bottle of Petrone.
(Mark Erelli). . CHORUS. It's just a bend in the river. Where the water slows down. Might not look like much to you. But it's my hometown. . It ain't no mystery.
With my eyes wide open, I'm dreaming. Can it be true, I'm holding you close to my heart?. With my eyes wide open, I'm dreaming. . You're with me now sharing a vow never to part.
Who, who will it be?. How will I know? When will I see?. You light up my dreams. I can't stop wondering who?. . Who, who will it be?. Who just like me, needs someone too?.
My heart of hearts stay true to me. Don't be swayed so easily. I walk the line, come runnin' 'round. Driving my love into the ground. . What's good for you ain't good for me.
I'm just a poor Wayfaring Stranger. Travelin' through a world of woe. Where there's no sickness toil or danger. In that bright land to which I go. I'm goin' there to see my mother.