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When Was The Last Time
04:55
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When was the last time you loved me?
When did it all fall apart?
When did the end become a part of your plan,
and why didn't we try to unbreak your heart?
It was three weeks before and a Friday I'm sure
when you told me you'd always be mine
Then you laid your head right beside me in bed
and I kissed your cheek like I did time after time
When we woke the next day it was cloudy and grey
and you wished that I'd go back to sleep
but I threw that pillow off your head and I shook you up instead
and we spent the day walking hand in hand through the streets
And a month before that in your red gloves and hat
we huddled close as I kept you warm
when that cold wind did blow you just smiled through the snow
and we trudged along slow my calm in the storm
It was there then I swear don't you lie don't compare
what you feel with what you felt this I'm sure
but between then and now, won't you please tell me how
you decided I can't kiss you goodnight anymore
When was the last time you loved me?
When did it all fall apart?
When did the end become a part of your plan,
and why didn't we try to unbreak your heart?
Why didn't we try to unbreak your heart?
Well I know that you've got your pride
And that stubborn streak and constant need to rationalize
but I know if you'd just told me then
we could have found a way to ease the pain and fall in love again
Those words that you said now at the edge of my bed
they were words that I couldn't hear
the look on your face, that soft but cold embrace,
it was everything I'd learned to fear
You said goodbye with a tear and a sigh,
I said, "I'll see ya around."
I could not comprehend how if you loved me then
you could leave me alone with my heart on the ground
So when was the last time you loved me?
When did it all fall apart?
When did the end become a part of your plan,
and why didn't we try to unbreak your heart?
why didn't we try to unbreak your heart?
why didn't we try to unbreak your heart?
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Footprints
05:09
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Rosalind was 35, 7 years since her husband died, she hid her life
in her bedside table drawer
Then one day she awoke to find a catacomb to a distant time
hidden underneath her kitchen floor
She waited til her kids had gone, climbed on in with her gym clothes on,
and brought along some trail mix as a snack
She took 4 steps and shined her light, the tile floor fell out of sight,
and she walked on and never looked back
(Ah Oo) time to move along my dear
(Ah Oo) there is nothing for you here, I said
(Ah Oo) take it one step at a time
(Ah Oo) there’ll be footprints left behind
Ollie built a flying machine, but he only flew where the leaves were green,
so he never stayed in one place for too long
When autumn found his new resting place, he’d throw his shit in his one suitcase,
and fly off before he knew where he was going
His only friends were sunny skies, he’d been around the world 6 times,
so he thought deep down he’d earned a little fame
But when flying over his hometown he said he’d finally settle down,
but no one there could still recall his name
(Ah Oo) time to move along my dear
(Ah Oo) the skies are looking clear, I said
(Ah Oo) take it one step at a time
(Ah Oo) there’ll be footprints left behind
Annabel had 7 sons, the youngest not quite 21,
he’d be leaving home in 7 days
Unsure what the future holds and unsure how to be alone,
Annabel kneels by her bed and prays
Wed at only 17, he split town ‘83, said he was in search of something more,
So Annabel sits in her chair and listens for a sound and stairs
ahead just waiting for someone to knock upon her door
(Ah Oo) time to move along my dear
(Ah Oo) there is nothing left to fear, I said
(Ah Oo) take it one step at a time
(Ah Oo) there’ll be footprints left behind
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3. |
What Can I Do?
04:15
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What can I do
To get back to you?
What can I say to make it okay to start over new?
I've been alone, I've been so blue
What can I do, please tell me true, to get back to you?
What kind of man do you think that I am?
I'm down on my knees begging you please just to hold me again.
You broke me down, I'm in the palm of your hands
So tell me again, what kind of man, do you think that I am?
You don't believe me when I say you need me,
but that's 'cause I was still afraid
And I know you ain't lonely but god knows if only
You'd see all the changes I've made
There's a bus that is leaving the bus stop this evening
that's bound for some place far away
but before I get on, I'm gon' sing you this song
in the hopes that you'll ask me to stay
So what can I do
to get back to you?
What can I say to make it okay to start over new?
I've been alone, darlin' I've been so blue.
But I'm here now for you, so won't you please tell me true,
tell me what can I do?
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I am only 17 you are a year below
Hats and gloves and ruddy cheeks we hold hands in the snow
If you'd said, "I love you" then I would have said, "I know"
and I loved the way you said goodnight and hated when you'd go
5 years gone you're 21 and I am 22
I've got rent and a pullout bed, your daddy still pays for you
We huddle up you scratch my head, forget the heater's set to low
and I loved the way you said goodnight and hated when you'd go
Hold out hope
Hold out hope
Hold out hope, for love
Time flies by in the blink of an eye but it crawls when I'm with you
Another 10 years by and it feels like 5, but there's still nothing that I wouldn't do
To keep you safe to keep you warm to make sure that you know
that I love the way you say goodnight and hate it when you go
We play house, we play the odds we'll make it in the end
Half my life right by your side and I know nowhere it'd be better spent
The sound of your name it still feels the same, your eyes have that same glow,
and I still love the way you say goodnight and hate it when you go
It's Valentine's Day and a year in May you'll be a million miles from me
You took that dream job out in LA while I just sit here watching bad TV
There's this dream I have you're home again, and then I feel your empty pillow,
and I loved the way you said goodnight, and hated when you'd go
Hold out hope
Hold out hope
Hold out hope, for love
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5. |
She
04:44
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There he stands, one half a man
There she walks off on her own
Empty hearts and empty hands
But she feels strong when she's alone
Carefully she tries to breathe
She'd tried to leave 5 months ago
She waits to see if the weight's relieved
But she feels strong because she knows
She walks tall and will take her stands
If she falls she's got a plan
She'll always be the one
who's there at night to hold your hand
Not afraid to make a scene,
she could have been a beauty queen
She's the only friend you'd ever need,
and now she's free
3 months gone, she's moving on
She makes it seem so effortless
The pain's still there, but it's pain she's learned to bear
and she won't be lonely long in that party dress
From time to time, he'll cross her mind
She knows that's fine that's how it goes
A song she heard or just a certain word
But she feels strong because she knows
She'll be fine
She'll work to take the things she's learned
And turn them 'round for love next time
She will grow
He'll always stay with her some way
And that's because she knows
She walks tall her head held high
If she falls she'll tell you why
She'll always be the one
who's there at night to make you smile
Not afraid to make a scene,
she could have been a beauty queen
She's the only friend I'd ever need,
but now she's free
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6. |
Charles St
04:46
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David Rothschild New York, New York
David Rothschild is a singer-songwriter and guitarist from New York, performing a unique blend of folk, rock, jazz, and americana.
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