Say you'll take me back. 
Say you'll forgive me. 
Say you'll take the better of me, that I could never see.
It's said that time it heals the wounds. 
But my pocket watch, it stopped tickin'. 
So I've got all the second hands to realize just what I'm missing.
I don't seem to say the right things, but that ain't no crutch. 
Like Superman I'll change the world with one more simple touch.
Just say you'll take me back.
If experience were present, and wisdom at my door. 
I'd ask them both to come on in and stay awhile, and to bestow themselves some more.
But they declined the invitation. 
In fact, I lied, they've never shown. 
I'm sorry for all edges that are rough on this heart that seems like stone.
So I'll count to 10 and open up my eyes I've held shut tight. 
In hopes we're walking hand in hand and made it through the night.
Just say you'll take me back.

Take Me Back

V1.  Driving on the cobblestone/ but not waitin' for the smoother road/ to come on through./ 'Cause I'm drivin' to you./
Sailing on the shiftin' waves/ but not waitin' for calm to stay/ or to tell me it's right./ I'll be home tonight./

C.  I know that it's cliche,/ but I wanna say/ that I knew it from the beginning that you and me'd be winning in this game of love./
Na na, na na na na naaaaa……..

V2.  My favorite number is 11-02-11,/ but that's because it means I'll see you every seven/ days of the week./ At least to hear you speak.
Remember this. Remember that. We're magicians pulling out of a hat/ our memories/ with relative ease./

C. (Same)

B.  I've got one hand over my mouth./ The other over my heart/ to keep 'em both from bursting out./
I know what you must be thinking to yourself./ But darling don't think too much/ put inhibition on the shelf./
I've been swept off my feet./ You've made this floor awfully clean/ with that broom you call your love. (?)

V3.  Standing by the wishing well./ Nickels or dime?/ Hell, (I'll ?) throw a dollar in./ Can't put a price on it./
Can't place value on you and my dreams,/ they're one in the same, or so it seems./ You've given the clue/ That you feel it, too./

C. (Same)

(Repeat, fade) Na na, na na na na naaaaa…….

My Stuff

We're Winning

Oscar, v0

The first cut of my first Christmas song.

Christmas Song, Take 1 - 12:26:18, 9.23 PM

Float

As I lay my burden to sleep
I don’t need to run no more
So I take the shoes from off of my feet
And start closing all of those doors

Running around is over now
It’s time to rest 
My mind

And lay my burden down

All our demons seem to come out at night
‘Cause it’s harder to be found
In the daytime they don’t want to fight
For the risk they won’t be crowned

Haunting us to keep us down
Don’t worry the light
Will come

When I can lay my burden down

My shoulders aren't heavy today
'Cause I've shed all your cares and mine
These same shoulders can now carry the world
To the monkey on my back I said goodbye
(I’ve removed the thorn in my side)

It's not easy to see what we’re made of
But nevertheless
Let's rest

As I lay my burden down

There’s mercy all around me
I never noticed too much before
How was I so blind to see
But we’re clearly winning this war

If I could go back in time
No I think I’ll stay
Right here

‘Cause I’ve laid my burden down

Lay My Burden Down

You're a Christmas song on the 24th. 
On a stormy sea, you are due north. 

You're a fireplace on a day with snow. 
But in July, you're the cool breeze that blows. 


You are
All those things to me


You're the moment of rest between long shifts. 
To these tired feet, the elevator lift. 

After a long run, you're the very first drink. 
In a staring contest, the very first blink. 


You are
All those things to me


You're the break of dawn from a cold, dark night. 
You're the native (well-known?) city lights after a long flight. 

On a deep dark black night you're a burning flame. 
With the sun at its peak you're a bit of shade.


You are
All those things to me


You're the soothing balm to dry lips
A comfy sofa for worn out hips

You're the good news on a terrible day
The GPS when I've lost my way


You are
All those things to me


You're the new fuel in an empty tank
Just a little bit of color on a page that's blank

You're a newly sharpened edge of an old rusted knife
A moment of silence amidst the bombs of life

You are
All these things to me

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