We got it made, all it takes is time to think it through.
No plans were made. It was just circumstance, 
What else could we do?
Don’t blame the wine, the lights, the time, the song.
No one on earth could say that we were wrong.
They say the means can justify the ends.  We are so much more than friends.

Time will tell if the time was right, or maybe we were wrong.
You know it well, 	there’s no question in your mind
Where your heart belongs. 
Don’t blame the wine, the lights, the time, the song.
No one on earth could say that we were wrong.
They say the means can justify the ends.  We are so much more than friends.


So Much More than Friends

Cold and gray, grass overgrown, not like the others on the street.
Then one day, she came alone with an offer shethinks can’t be beat.
She has a vision, this can be home. She can see straight past the fear.

I can pay more than you ask, but not with cash on the line.
I believe my family can take down this for sale sign.
I have a vision, this can be home.  I can see me living here. 

You hold the key, and it needs to be mine. 
I know it costs more that I have to spend.
It once was your home, now it’s a house. You must remember when.
It can be home again.  

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I have a vision, this can be home.  I can see me living here. 

You hold the key, and it needs to be mine. 
I know it costs more that I have to spend.
It once was your home, now it’s a house. You must remember when.
It can be home again.  

I’m not accustomed to asking for help.
All I can say is please.  

You hold the key, and it needs to be mine. 
I know it costs more that I have to spend.
It once was your home, now it’s a house. You must remember when.
It can be home again.  


It Can Be Home Again

I’ve got a view of the world that is mine.
You’ve got a diff’rent perspective, that’s fine.
We’ve gotta find a way to coexist.
Looking back, oh, how I wish.
We didn’t waste those we missed.

I, you, we
I, you, we
I, you, we, like a symphony,
Gotta love that feeling of being free.
I, you, we
I, you, we
I, you, we, it’s the - way to be.
Come on, help us spread it around.Gotta feeling it’s going down.

I see through eyes that have one point of view.
You see another, and yes, that’s fine too.
We’ve gotta find a way to get along.
Nobody’s right, no one’s wrong.
Maybe it starts with a song.

I, you, we
I, you, we
I, you, we, like a symphony,
Gotta love that feeling of being free.
I, you, we
I, you, we
I, you, we, it’s the - way to be.
Come on, help us spread it around.Gotta feeling it’s going down.

I, You, We

Raymond James was his name given at birth, but everybody called him Ray.
He lived nearby to me when I was growing up. Never had a lot to say.
Ray’s old man came home from the war in 45. Met a girl named Gwen, began to date her.
They were married soon & bought a little house.Ray came along just one year later.
All the kids in the neighborhood would meet at Ray’s. There was a vacant lot next door.
We played games until it got too dark to see. The next day we’d come back for more.

Ray never strayed too far from that old neighborhood except for those 2 years he was in ‘Nam.
Everyone that knew him knew that he was good. You’d be hard pressed to find a better man

When Ray came home from ‘Nam he settled in to stay. Went on a date with Mona Dunn.
First love is the best, they say, and that was true for Ray. The first, the last, the only one.
Ray and Mona built a house next door to mom & dad. His dad gave him that piece of land.
They worked well together built that house with their own hands, with just a little help from Uncle Sam.
Mona died from cancer, it was nineteen eighty one. Both his parents died in eighty-three
Ray stayed on in that old house, he said, “I’ll never run, this is still my house, makes sense to me.

Ray never strayed too far from that old neighborhood except for those 2 years he was in ‘Nam.
Everyone that knew him knew that he was good. You’d be hard pressed to find a better man

Found out yesterday that Ray had passed away last month. We all are struggling with our grief.
There’s been a pall on the whole damned neighborhood. No one knows what to believe.
You know they didn’t even have a service when he died, like they did for his wife, Mona.
None of us could have attended anyway. Thanks, again, Corona.
And so tonight we’re gonna celebrate the way we can. Hide’n Seek in the neighborhood.
The kids will all be playing – even moms and dads. Here’s to you, Ray, you were good.


You Were Good

Waking up at six a.m. shower, shave and dress, grab a cup of coffee, out the door.
Following that too-familiar roadmap to success, I don’t want to do it anymore.
Anybody out there keeping score? I don’t want to do it anymore.

Cuttin’ carbs, reducing fats, and counting calories. Eating foods that frankly I despise.
I’ve had it up to here with cauliflower and zucchinis. Don’t you know I miss those pizza pies.
Giving up those foods that I adore. I don’t want to do it anymore.

We need rules, I understand. You gotta have a plan.
Chaos, mass confusion take the floor.
As for me and what is mine, I’m gonna cross that line.
I’m not gonna do it anymore.

You can have your rules to follow, I don’t really care. Rules were meant to break is my new creed
Life is not an endless game of copy and compare. You do what you have to to succeed.
Anybody out there keeping score? I don’t want to do it anymore.

Sometimes I hear voices, they are whisp’ring in my ear. ‘Do you think you truly know the score?’
Life is not supposed to be a casualty of fear. Don’t you wonder what’s behind that door
Fear will not consume me anymore. I don’t want to do it anymore.

We need rules, I understand. You gotta have a plan.
Chaos, mass confusion take the floor.
As for me and what is mine, I’m gonna cross that line.
I’m not gonna do it anymore.

It takes a special kind of dumb to think there’s just one plan,find what’s right for you, the rest ignore
I was once a victim, but I will not be again. I don’t want to do it anymore.
I may end up destitute and poor, I don’t want to do it anymore.
They want you to fit a mold, don’t stand out, be a bore. I don’t want to do it anymore.

I Don't Want to Do It Anymore

I’ve got my problems; I’ll be glad to tell you, but I know you prob’bly don’t care.
I’ve got my choices - they’re out on the table. I have used my time, I’m well-prepared.
I’ve got my patience, but it’s getting thin now, and I’ve come to realize
I’ve got my truth on, - doesn’t seem to matter, truth is more uncomfortable than lies.
Give it time – give it room – let it rhyme – give it a tune.
It won’t make your problems go away; face it, they are prob’ly here to stay.
What the hell, let’s try it anyway – make it a song.

I’ve got delusions, but they’re not of grandeur, just that I might survive.
I’ve got a dream, but dreams are made of shadows. Dreams’ll never keep you alive.
I’ve got my plans now, maybe they will work, maybe they won’t work, and if that’s true,
That will not stop me, I’ll keep going on, maybe I’ll just add a verse or two.
Give it time – give it room – let it rhyme – give it a tune.
It won’t make your problems go away; face it, they are prob’ly here to stay.
What the hell, let’s try it anyway – make it a song.

Songs were meant for singing, that’s just what I’ll do.
Prob-l’y will keep singing when I’m dead.
If you find your lyrics, you can sing it too.
Might just get the tune stuck in your head.

I’ve got the stage set, players have been casted, cameras rolling, scripts prepared.
The critics love it, they all give it 5 stars. Don’t know why,that just makes me scared.
I’ve got my lyrics, meter, time and cadence, somehow I made it rhyme.
I’ve made arrangements, we’ll see how it plays out. Everybody says just give it time.
Give it time – give it room – let it rhyme – give it a tune.
It won’t make your problems go away; face it, they are prob’ly here to stay.
What the hell, let’s try it anyway – make it a song.

Make It a Song

She believed what she was told, she was tryin’ to do it right.
But no one ever told her when to quit.
She was always moving, even though she’s made of stone.
With so many friends, she’d never be alone. Alone.

So hold on to the sky and sea, and hold on to your liberty.
The price we’ve paid for being free is high.
Don’t stop now, get with the plan. Give your heart, give a damn.
The questions they’re asking have all been asked before.

For so many years she stood her ground, not giving in an inch,
But no one ever told her when to cease.
And it must have been confusing knowing what she used to mean,
With so many friends, she’d always find release.

So hold on to the sky and sea, and hold on to your liberty.
The price we’ve paid for being free is high.
Don’t stop now, get with the plan. Give your heart, give a damn.
The questions they’re asking have all been asked before.

Give Me

One foot, then the next. Take one step.
It’ll soon connect, if you just take one step.
I know it looks hard, you’re knocked off your guard.
Beaten, bruised and scarred, but you can take one step.

I know you feel pain, walk one line.
Try it once again, it’s gonna turn out fine.
You’re out of your realm, it can overwhelm.
It’s you at the helm, and you can walk one line.

They know they are wrong, raise your voice.
They can’t hold on long, just make some noise.
Truth is worth the fight, it’ll be alright
Keep walking to the light - and we’ll soon rejoice.

Lightning, then the thunder, clouds and then the rain.
Over, then the under
Strength is found in numbers, least that’s what they say.
I can be a number, so can you.

One foot, then the next. Take one step.
It’ll soon connect, if you just take one step.
I know it looks hard, you’re knocked off your guard.
Beaten, bruised and scarred, but you can take one step

Take One Step

I’ve never been there, but I’d like to one day.
Northwest of Dijon, not too far away.
A quiet French village called Conflandey.

I never learned to parlez voux Francais.
Prob’ly speak French there, you know what they say.
When you’re in Rome, it’s not Conflandey.

And I never meant to hurt you.
I only wanted things to just stay like they were.
I’m no bed of roses, and everyone knows it, and I don’t suppose you’d stay
In Conflandey.

I’d be a farm hand, bring in the hay.
You’d stay at home and watch the kids play.
I think they’d like us in Conflandey.

And I never meant to hurt you.
I only wanted things to just stay like they were.
I’m no bed of roses, and everyone knows it, and I don’t suppose you’d stay
In Conflandey.

Conflandey

I looked across the water. I looked across the sea.
I looked beyond, before, and back, and saw how it used to be.
I looked, and wept, I wondered, how did it get this way?
No, we weren’t perfect, not even close, but somehow we managed anyway.

Then we all fell down. Can’t put my finger on the where and the when.
We all fell down - but we’re getting back up again.

Sure, there were signs, we ignored them. We let it slide through our hands.
Hard to explain, how time and again, we did not see through the plan.
Guess we assumed love was winning. Isn’t that how it’s designed?
No, we weren’t perfect, not even close, but we held on, we kept trying.

Then we all fell down. Can’t put my finger on the where and the when.
We all fell down - but we’re getting back up again.

We All Fell Down

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

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