Lyrics



For This

I don’t know what my problem is, just standing here like this
Any fool would take a leap of faith, for a moment not to miss
A happy ending, it’s no pretending, it’s close enough to kiss
And I have waited my whole life for this

I don’t have time to hesitate, it’s finally here at last
It seems like any eternity, but it’s happening so fast
A dream of winning, a new beginning, from sacrifice to bliss
And I have waited my whole life for this

For this I’ve been patient, for this I’ve been strong
For this I’d wait a century
For this is a dream I’ve held in my heart for so long, for so long

I wonder how reality will stand up to a dream
I’m staring at my destiny, it feels so bittersweet
It’s now or never, I take a breath and head for the abyss
For I have waited my whole life, I have waited my whole life,
Yes I have waited my whole life for this

© Ponderin’ Peaches Publishing (BMI)

 


Bobby Joe Play the Violin

Tonight the role of violin will be played by Bobby Joe,
to an audience of bottles who stand and beg for more
Pour a stream of lonely wine, rest your bones, take your time
To wrestle off the armor the world wants you to wear

The echoes of the bar disperse, you cry a hazy second verse
The wind wakes up a willow tree in the dark of night
Bobby Joe, get out your bow, dismiss your demons, let them go
Heaven knows sometimes you just can’t win
Bobby Joe, play the violin

The strings are stretched in perfect tune, tonight you’re feeling every wound
A melody of sorrow leaps up to the light
You just retraced your steps again, you start and falter, rise and bend
No one ever really knows what’s inside your heart

The echoes of the bar disperse, you cry a hazy second verse
The wind wakes up a willow tree out in the dark of night
Bobby Joe, such self control will leave a poison, take a toll
Heaven knows your will is wearing thin
Bobby Joe, play the violin

© Ponderin’ Peaches Publishing (BMI)


What If I Was Serious (written with Colin Boyd)

We can bat the banter up and down the bar
follow flirtations that won’t go far
I can add the figures up inside my head
And push away the things we never said

What if I was serious
Head over heels about the two of us
What if I was serious
Could we find that we could fall in love

While I’m contemplating consequences
Everything I say and do
I’ve got a feeling that I think is worth revealing
Can you feel it, can you feel it too?

© Ponderin’ Peaches Publishing (BMI) and White Headed Fly Music (BMI)


Valerie

You might have laughed, had you been warned about the plane crash
Flying through the air over Guatemala
I went for a walk and I overheard some party talk
You took a big vacation after graduation
Always the last to know, the flag halfway up the pole
Every time I’d see you we’d say ‘call me’

Valerie, the unexpected twist, I’m grateful that we had a little time
Valerie, life can’t exist without the risk, have I ever seen a brighter smile

Sitting on the beach, you talked of how you felt at peace
Carving out a path you could call your own
You just disappeared, now we all go on living here
Remembering your grace, time is never wasted
I won’t see you anymore, working at the health food store
Every time I’d see you we’d say ‘call me’

Valerie, the unexpected twist, I’m grateful that we had a little time
Valerie, life can’t exist without the risk, have I ever seen a brighter smile

We could count on you to find a funny point of view
Seeing through apparent circumstances
I wrote your mom and dad about the memories I had
Rare and special, joyous, free and real
At the university, finally got your degree
Every time I’d see you we’d say, ‘call me’

© Ponderin’ Peaches Publishing (BMI)


What Did I Do

Tell me what did I do, to make you turn your heart away
I’m so blue, I’ll take my share of the blame
If you’re heartbroken, there’s work we’ve got to do
Oh-oh-oh-oh, what did I do?

I start to talk, sometimes before I think, I hurt your feelings, even drive you to the brink
If I make trouble, you know that’s not my style, I’m just as willing to try to make you smile

What did I do, to make you turn your heart away
I’m so blue, I’ll take my share of the blame
If you’re heartbroken, there’s work we’ve got to do
Oh-oh-oh-oh, what did I do?

If time goes by and you don’t catch sight of my face
I recognize you might think you’ve lost your place
If there’s mistakes I’ve made, and I’ve somehow let you down
I wish you’d let me know, we can turn this thing around

There’s not a day that passes by that I don’t think of you
In time I know you’ll come to see my love for you is true

The world spins round, people come and go each day
Misunderstandings sprouting up along the way
I have my faults, and that’s never gonna end
But that won’t ever mean I don’t need you as a friend

What did I do?
Oh-oh-oh-oh, what did I do?
Oh-oh-oh-oh, what did I do?
Oh-oh-oh-oh, what did I do?

© Ponderin’ Peaches Publishing (BMI)

 


Twenty Years to Life (written with Monte Warden)

My name is Dorothy Hanson, number 36425, I sit here in this prison cell for twenty years to life
For twenty years I loved a man with a temper like a gun
Sometimes I wasn’t good enough, some days his only one
I made his house a home for us, I stood to take his blows
And I pray we’ll meet in heaven, but only Jesus knows
I’ve had eleven busted ribs and scars and sprains that you can’t see
A dentist put a bridge in where my front teeth used to be

Twenty years to life, I was a prisoner as his wife
And I’ve fallen through a trap door between wrong and right
I killed the man I pledged my life to when I took my vows
I’ll be sitting here just praying that God can sort it out

Every once in awhile he used to to turn on all his charms
He’d say, “Dottie, you’re my angel,” he’d take me in his arms
I seek the good in everyone, I do the best I can
It got to where I couldn’t find much goodness in that man

Twenty years to life, I was a prisoner as his wife
And I’ve fallen through a trap door between wrong and right
I killed the man I pledged my life to when I took my vows
I’ll be sitting here just praying that God can sort it out

© Ponderin’ Peaches Publishing and Moonkiss Music (BMI)

 


Learn You Like a Book (written with Colin Boyd)

Tell me where you moved to long ago, after Omaha
I know you’ve probably told me once before, I guess I forgot
Let me see the words form in your mind, I won’t make a sound
I just want to watch them where they fall, I want to take another look
I want to learn you like a book

Tell me about the places where you lived, and the friends you made
And how’d you get that scar above your eye, in the second grade
And when you look into the mirror now, can you find the words
I don’t mind the silence in between, it’s understood
I want to learn you like a book

Turn the page, we both have the time, I’ll read every line

I can only tell what’s on your mind if you talk to me
I only want to get as close to you as you’ll let me be
And we’re not trying to build the pyramids, it’s not surgery
We’re the only ones who’ll ever know, all the time it took
I want to learn you like a book
I want to learn you like a book
I want to learn you like a book

© Ponderin’ Peaches Publishing (BMI) and White Headed Fly Music (BMI)

 


The Girlfriend of the Band

I can put together your entire set of drums, I know every lyric from both of your albums
I can load up your equipment if you need an extra hand, I’ll pack it in my hatchback
I’m the girlfriend of the band

I can recollect the dates of your upcoming gigs
I’ll help you dream the house you’ll buy when your band makes it big
I’ll stand beside the vision that the press can’t understand,
I’ll tell you keep the good work up
I’m the girlfriend of the band

I’ll run red lights to get you to your show
If money’s getting tight for you I’ve got some you can borrow
I’m sorry ’bout the fight we had, sometimes my whole life feels so sad
I know I shouldn’t take it out on you

I’ll pick you up before the gig and I’ll give you a ride
If you’re not finished practicing, I’ll wait for you outside
Oh my God, you forgot your favorite cymbal stand
I’ll fetch it while you’re sound checking
I’m the girlfriend of the band

I’ll run red lights to get you to your show
If money’s getting tight for you I’ve got some you can borrow
I’m sorry ’bout the fight we had, sometimes my whole life feels so sad
I know I shouldn’t take it out on you

I’m glad we’re back together
I’m the girlfriend of the band

©Ponderin’ Peaches Publishing (BMI)


I Wonder What You See

I wonder what you see in me
Looking in my eyes tenderly
My hopes and fears all coincide
Something sparked inside your mind
I wonder what you see

I’ve been wishing on some big, bright stars
Every day I’ve lived has taken me this far
You come into the story, will you catch up on the plot
Do you understand just who it is you’ve got in me
I wonder what you see

You keep calling on the telephone
Part of me expects to just be left alone
I’m imprisoned in a fortress of iron bars and locks
I feel like Cinderella racing with the clock
I wonder what you see

I am filled with expectations
And flashes of pure trepidation
When you turn to look at me
You could fall for what you see in me
I wonder what you see
I wonder what you see in me
Looking in my eyes tenderly
My hopes and fears all coincide
Something sparked inside your mind
I wonder what you see
In me I wonder what you see
In me I wonder what you see

© Ponderin’ Peaches Publishing (BMI)

 


Cry Baby

Turn on your answering machine, and I’ll fly into your screen
Like a little bug, or someone you don’t think much of
Turn off your telephone, make the whole world think you’re not at home
Just pretend you’re not avoiding me

Big tough guy, won’t even look me in the eye
Or find the words to tell me goodbye
You look at me, I’m stronger than you’ll ever be
But you just see a crybaby

Keep up your guard, put a muzzle on your heart
Like a little pup, who won’t sit down and won’t shut up
Push it off on me, just blame my insecurity
And walk away from your confusion

Big tough guy, won’t even look me in the eye
Or find the words to tell me goodbye
It wasn’t meant to be, oh I let you get so close to me
But you just called me crybaby

Oh, don’t give yourself away, don’t get too close, don’t lose your head
Oh, don’t give yourself away, don’t get too close, don’t lose your head

You saw me shed a tear, I saw you disappear
Like a little ghost, just when I needed you the most
You said your love was true, oh, but you found better things to do
And threw away all we had started

Big tough guy, just let love pass you by
Don’t even stop to wonder why
You look at me, I’m stronger than you’ll ever be
But you just see a crybaby

Ohhhhhhhh,
Ohhhhhhhh,
Crybaby

© Ponderin’ Peaches Publishing (BMI)

 


Lily’s Verses

In an attic of a clapboard house, on a shady summer street
There’s a desk by a window and a chair with a velvet seat
My mother is the third-born girl of your older brother Mike
And I ask her to tell me the story of the shadows of your life

Could it be your eyes were blue, perhaps your hair was born
Did you carry your memories from the Irish town
Where you set sail with your family, across the ocean deep and wide?
Did you say goodbye to your childhood on the day your mother died?

Lilly, sing out your verses
Lilly, oh Lilly sing high
From the pages of the diary I wish you’d left behind

They’d have found it self-indulgent, a waste of money and time
For a woman to trifle the hours of the day exploring her own mind
Did your father and brothers treasure you, Lil, as you cooked and cleaned each day
Did they leave a shred of pride in your soul, did you scrub it all away?

Lilly, sing out your verses
Lilly, oh Lilly sing high
From the pages of the diary I wish you’d left behind

In an attic of a clapboard house, in a place I’ll never go
There’s a desk that’s covered up with dust, and a life I’ll never know
Lilly, I love my freedom, I love to speak my mind
And I shudder to think what my fate might have been, had I lived back in your time

I can see myself in your shoes
I can hear them calling me crazy
I can feel your torment swallow you up
As they locked the door and walked away

© Ponderin’ Peaches Publishing (BMI)

 


Never Say ‘I Do’ (written with Monte Warden)

The last one rode on in with a full tank of luck
He was drivin’ a hot rod Chevy pickup truck
The folks in town saw the way she’d catch his eye
Like a hundred little fish hooks each time she walked by

But all the folks in town already knew
She’s the kind of girl who’d never say ‘I do’
When she says ‘I love you,’ that might be true
She’ll get right up to the altar, she’ll never say ‘I do’

She took every bit of beauty God bestowed
And left a trail of broken hearts up the county road
A way about her, she just made them ache
She had a spirit like a mustang they’d kill themselves to break

All the folks in town already knew
She’s the kind of girl who’d never say ‘I do’
When she says ‘I love you,’ that might be true
She’ll get right up to the altar, she’ll never say ‘I do’

She’ll get right up to the altar,
She’ll never say ‘I do’, never say ‘I do’, she’ll never say ‘I do’

© Ponderin’ Peaches Publishing (BMI) and Moonkiss Music (BMI)