Name: Back in Baby's Arms by Steve Bareham Productions
Duration: 3 min 37 s
Description: Aging musician has had enough of being on the road, so heads home for his love. Upbeat pop country tune.

Liebe mich

Where the Gravel Turns to Sky

Damn Good Mornings (Marvin Shelton-ASCAP)

Verse
Every time I went out with my buds on the town
There was hell to pay at work the next day
So many times before, I’d barely make it through the door
At 5am, saying I’ll never do it again.
 
Pre-CH
Before a cup of joe, I gave out warnings
“Don’t you tell me no damn good mornings”
 
Chorus
Who would have guessed that I’d change
All my friends think I’m acting strange
I’ve traded in drinkin' nonsense
For an all-inclusive romance
I don’t need neon lights
You’re brighter than a Texas sunrise
Girl, with you in my life, they’re all great nights 
And damn good mornings

Verse
I never would’ve thought I could ever be caught
Cuddlin’ tight with the love of my life on a Saturday night
When we’re surfin’ the couch, I don’t wanna go out
Yeah, I got all I need, with you laying on me

Pre-CH
Now I find I'm  always resorting
To hit the sack early for a damn good morning!

Chorus
Who would have guessed that I’d change
All my friends think I’m acting strange
I’ve traded in drinkin' nonsense
For an all-inclusive romance
I don’t need neon lights
You’re brighter than a Texas sunrise
Girl, with you in my life, they’re all great nights 
And damn good mornings

Instrumental

Chorus
I’m so happy that I’ve changed
Now it doesn’t even seem strange
I’ve traded in drinkin' nonsense
For an all-inclusive romance
I don’t need neon lights
You’re brighter than a Texas sunrise
Girl, with you in my life, they’re all great nights 
And damn good mornings
damn good mornings

Damn Good Mornings

A tribute to everyday grace. Still Happen captures the gentle beauty of unnoticed moments – the small things that still find us, even when we’re not looking.

Truth

Still Happen

Makin’ a livin’ outta livin’—
Yeah, that’s my claim to fame.
Every sunrise writes my story,
Every breeze calls out my name.
There’s gold out in the risin’ sun,
Silver runnin’ through my hair…
Name a beach I haven’t seen—
I’ll pack my bag and meet you there.
Makin’ a livin’ outta livin’—
Man, I’ve chased the sun.
From Jimmy’s One Particular Harbor
To Band on the Run.
Got a little jingle in my pocket,
But I never needed much—
Just a beat-up six-string and a stage
And a breeze I know by touch.
Wouldn’t trade a mile I’ve roamed—
Far as I can tell,
Wind in the pines and rain on tin—
That’s the sound that makes me well.
Incoming tides, deep sapphire skies,
Salt air runnin’ through my soul…
I’m lovin’ and livin’ the life I’ve been given—
And I thank God I found it at all.
Makin’ a livin’ outta livin’—
Wish I’d found it long ago.
But I’m here now, feet up, wide-eyed
Just watchin’ this good life grow.
Ain’t got much saved for later,
But I got memories I can spend.
And a voice that still sings true
With every song I send.
Wouldn’t change a single thing—
Not one detour or delay.
The drift, the dance, the second chance—
All led me here today.
Drivin’ blind with windows down,
Laughin’ ‘til I cried…
I’m wild, I’m alive, I’m free—
And it’s one hell of a ride.
Some folks chase a dollar…
I just chased the view.
Built a home inside the moment—
That’s the best I ever knew.
Makin’ a livin’ outta livin’—
That’s the life I lead.
Sunburned maps and ocean naps—
Are all the wealth I need.
Some folks pray for someday dreams—
But I just let mine be.
Makin’ a livin’ outta livin’—
Yeah, I’m lucky…
I’m wild, I’m alive…
I’m free.

Making a Livin’ outta Livin’

Bleeding (heart)

Aging musician has had enough of being on the road, so heads home for his love. Upbeat pop country tune.

Back In Baby's Arms

Back in Baby's Arms

This piece began as a reflection on age, wonder, and the universe. It carries the bittersweet truth that some of us may not live to see the answers we’ve always longed for the moment the sky finally “answers back.”

But it’s also a message of hope. Our place isn’t measured only by lifetimes. It’s carried forward in the songs we write, in the questions we refuse to let go of, and in the wonder we pass down.

The closing nod to Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star reminds us that curiosity is timeless from the child’s lullaby to the elder’s last reflection, we are joined by a shared yearning to understand.

This isn’t just about stars. It’s about legacy, belonging, and the truth that even if we don’t grow into tomorrow ourselves, a part of us will.

Some of us are too late in the day
To see the gates swing open
To watch the sky answer back

But we’ve left our fingerprints
On the glass of the telescope
Our breath fogging the lens
For the next set of eyes

The truth is our place
Isn’t just measured in lifetimes
It’s carried forward in songs
In questions that refuse to die
In the wonder we hand down

So even if I don’t grow into that tomorrow
A part of me will
In the echoes, in the chords
In the starlight that remembers
We once asked

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are

Oh, how we wonder

Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star
How I wonder what you are

Oh how we wonder
What you are

Yes we wonder

Footnote to the Stars

Common Bridges is a collection of songs about the ties that hold us together — across generations, across struggles, across the places we call home. It’s an album built on honesty, grit, and hope, carrying the spirit of country, gospel, and soul into one powerful story.

From the barroom anthems of “Butte USA” and “Old Montana” to the mountain reflections of “Above the Clouds,” these songs honor the land and the people who shaped it. “The Old Soldier” tells of brotherhood, sacrifice, and survival, while “One Life to Hold” and “In Another Life” remind us to cherish joy, learn from regret, and keep moving forward. “Time to Give a Damn” is a gospel-soul rallying cry to reclaim compassion and common sense, while “Ain’t No Need” offers peace in knowing that bitterness and hate only hold us back.

With outlaw country swagger, gospel fire, and the honesty of mountain folk, Common Bridges is more than an album — it’s a journey across the divides of pain and pride toward the places where we still meet, shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart.

In Another Life

One Dance At A Time

Searching for Your Touch #1.mp3

MUSIC MADE IN CANADA: Music has been a large part of my life since my teen years when I started playing guitar. Used to play popular pop and country songs in bars, songs written by other artists but for past couple decades have focused entirely on writing and producing my own songs across a number of genres: pop, country, blues, even ambient. I believe each style can sound good and give people pleasure: that's my goal in writing. Now I produce sounds featuring both male and female vocals as the lyrics dictate; variety is the spice of...well, you know. Thanks for listening.

Back in Baby's Arms

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