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Updated: Mar 14, 2021


Ways To Fly

There must be ways to fly

to reach out and touch the dawn

there must be ways to trip

and pick yourself up to carry on


there must be ways to dance

without tripping on your feet

there must be ways to dream

without twisting in your sheets


(C1) But I know the way that wings of wax melt

and suddenly I’m plunging down towards the ground

it's safer here, but it’s so dark down here

I'll just watch and wait and maybe a star will fall


there must be ways to love

without breaking two hearts

there must be ways to come together

without falling apart


there must be ways to touch

without letting go

there must be ways to trust

without needing (having) to know


(C2) Sitting down here, looking at the stars

I know your arms could give me wings but

I don't deserve the view and I don't deserve you

so I'll just watch and wait and maybe a star will fall


there must be ways to run

that aren’t running away

there must be ways to cry

that can say what I can't say


there must be ways to fly

and know you've flown

there must be ways to be

and not be alone


(C1)

Updated: Mar 14, 2021


Bright Girl (Hey There)

Hey there, bright girl

Yeah, you know me

I’m the guy

Of not your dreams


You came out to drink

at this bar

but now you have to talk over

my guitar


Sorry if my songs

are too fuckin’ sad

I really don’t think things are

all that bad


(C) If you want, I could sing you a song

Where we fall in love and just get along

Or at least hold hands and stay up too late

To watch the night turn into the day (hold)


Hey there bright girl,

Yeah, I know you

You’re the one who could

Help me through


You look at people like

There’s something there

A kind of light of which

You’re never scared (I’m not aware)


Would you see it

if you looked at me?

Who would I be if

I was the me you’d see?


(C) Could I be someone who makes you smile?

Who you’d want to talk with for a little while?

Or am I just another of those parodies of

The sad bastard songwriter singing about love?



Hey there, bright girl

Well, you don’t know me

And I don’t know you

In all honesty


What I think you are, well,

it isn’t real

A perfect princess

Off a movie reel


And even if by chance

you really cared

expecting you to fix me, well,

it just isn’t fair


(C) But I’d like to know who you really are

So why don’t you and I get up and leave this bar?

And in a world so full of pain and night,

For a little while we could both be bright

Updated: Mar 14, 2021


Montana

The first time that I met you I was following my love

Past the old mines and the ranchlands

While the eagles wheeled above

We were looking for a place nobody knew

Somewhere that was off the map

Somewhere that was true

We spent three days out in a cabin in the woods

We got to know each other and ourselves

In a place that had no shoulds

I drew a heart ‘round our initials in the dirt

As she reached out for the sunlight

In a pink Ohio shirt


(C) Oh Montana

Where I get high on elevation

Where the sky’s

The size of my imagination

Oh Montana

Where I learned to roam

Oh my home

Away from home


I came back once I had learned to mountaineer

Drove through Missoula and through Hamilton

And then I disappeared

Neal and I met up under a wildfire sky

We walked into the Bitterroots

And left the world behind

Two days of climbing and we’d summitted the peak

But on the way back down the sun set

And things were looking pretty bleak

We followed cairns with flashlights till the night turned into day

And when the valley filled with sunlight

I knew that we’d be okay


(C)


We came back to the cabin when the winter, with its snows

Had turned all the trees to statues

And had buried all the roads

So we ditched the cars and loaded up the sleds

Hiked on through an icy wonderland

Our dogs ran up ahead

Till in the fading of the day we saw a light

A silhouette that was familiar

Shelter from the coming night

And as the wind and snow blew in throughout the week

The fire and the laughter kept us warm

A happy family


(C)

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