Intro:. . The American flag is tied to a fence on an overpass. With a homemade sign written in red, white and blue. And it reads "Welcome home, Jason Miller, Private First Class".
(Mark Erelli). . If my smile. Ever fails to make you swoon. If my kiss. Doesn't send you to the moon. If my arms. Hold no charms. There's no need for alarm.
(Mark Erelli). . I'm going down that pilgrim highway. Though none can say for certain where it leads. I believe someday I'll reach a place. Where all my burdens shall be released.
We are passing this world on to our kids. From the moment that they climb out of their cribs. And we try to teach them well. And show them they are loved.
(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.
[Kimbra]. My hands are tired. But my eyes are open. This modern denial. Has me broken. Nothing mystical. No hullabaloo. Just chemicals. And no one looking down on you.
(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,.