A recording I've been working on from my basement. Strollin Alone!

Strollin Alone

I just want you to know
That when I’m with you I just know
That this is where I need to be
And I know you’ll take me there
The only question is when and where
And that I’m with you is all I really care about
‘Cause I’m always home when you are close to me

It’s only human to hesitate
But like sand in our hands it slips away
And to not grab hold would be a bitter waste
Ffor all we know this could be our last day

Want You to Know

Written Recorded and mixed by Vince Swaney in Bellevue/Omaha Nebraska at Swaneyville Studios 
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LYRICS:

The sun goes down again 
Its outside and I am in 
Caged or sheltered in these walls? 
Safe or sorry to the outdoors? 
Sometimes I wonder, wish and think 
What it would be like to be...

Back then 
Living off the land 
No Garbage laying in the sand 
And taking no command but to survive

Thoughts are scattered in a moment like dust from a wind 
To begin again so thin and fresh of knowledge 
From a lifetimes worth of rules, exceptions, follies 
A gasp of breath at the beautifully broken boundaries

I'm convinced that they exist just cause we give them thought 
Abiding by tradition someone else has taught 
The only boundaries are the limits of reality 
And to be afraid to test them is not be free

Life, a wheel 
Tied to this machine 
Cycling at a speed that cant be seen 
By the other parts that help the process live 
But without each other motion wouldn't live

Connected at the core but unaware 
Living out our lives without a care 
But central to the process nonetheless 
Cause if one cog breaks then so do all the rest

Sheltered here in my coddled nest 
Safe or missing out on all the rest 
Oh what I would do to take that one deep breath 
That would life away my years of insignificance 
of ignorance 
All I know is what i've got inside my heart 
I'm letting it out now and that is just the start 
The questions what to do with all this time we hold 
So much to waste, 
So much more to mold