LYRICS/CREDITS FOR BEHIND THE EYES – 25TH ANNIVERSARY EXPANDED EDITION
Main street U.S.A boarded up and dry
Knowing what once was here just makes me want to cry
Used to be the favorite place
Now what remains are memories even time cannot erase
Old man Johnson’s store, where we grew up too fast
All that remains today are echoes from the past
Used to be a booming town
Now all that’s left is either broken up or broken down
Singing, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh
Where we used to belong
There ain’t nobody home
Said, oh ah, oh ah, oh ah, oh
You can knock all you want
There ain’t nobody home
Packed up, moved away, running from the past
Leaving behind the dusty dreams and broken glass
Used to be a busy town
Now, everybody passes through, but they don’t stick around
Was a newsstand on the corner
Right next to the barber shop
And down the street there
That’s where all the kids would stop
And they would tease the neighbor’s bulldog
Laugh and run away
Now, there’s no one left
Who knows the truth in what you say
Written by Glen Ballard & Siedah Garrett
© 1997 AEROSTATION CORPORATION/BLACK CHICK MUSIC/SONY ATV TUNES LLC (ASCAP)
MARK HAMMOND: DRUMS AND BASS PROGRAMMING / KEITH THOMAS: SYNTHESIZER PROGRAMMING / DANN HUFF: ACOUSTIC AND ELECTRIC GUITARS / LISA COCHRAN AND AMY GRANT: BACKGROUND VOCALS
When every moment gets too hard
The end of the road can feel so far
No matter how much time we’re apart
I’m always near you
I’ll be the shelter in your rain
Help you to find your smile again
I’ll make you laugh at a broken heart
Wherever you are
‘Cause I’m never gonna walk away
If the walls come down someday
All alone and you feel afraid
I’ll be there when you call my name
You can always depend on me
I believe until forever ends
I will be your friend
So many people come and go
Nothing can change the you I know
You’ll never be just a face in the crowd
And time will show
Through the seasons and the years
I will always hold you dear
Never you fear
I’ll be around when every candle burns down low
And I want you and I want you to know
Written by Michelle Lewis, Dane Devillier & Sean Hosein
© 1997 CAREERS BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING/BUBALAS PUBLISHING/ ON BOARD MUSIC/BMG SONGS (BMI),
BMG SONGS/WANNABE MUSIC (ASCAP)
PRODUCED BY KEITH THOMAS / DRUMS: MARK HAMMOND /
BASS: SPENCER CAMPBELL / ELECTRIC GUITARS: DANN HUFF / ACOUSTIC GUITAR: GORDON KENNEDY / KEYBOARDS: KEITH THOMAS / HAMMOND B3: PHIL MADEIRA / BACKGROUND VOCALS: LISA COCHRAN, TABITHA FAIR, MICHELLE LEWIS
Why do lovers drift apart
And how does love fade away
When do pieces of a broken heart mend again
You’ve been crying in the dark
And you’ve been feeling alone
Don’t be scared of what you’ll find
When you turn the light on
Ain’t nobody gonna say goodbye
No, ain’t nobody gonna walk away
This time, baby, I’m learning how to love you, love you
Ain’t nobody gonna make you cry
No, ain’t nobody ever really tried to love you
Like I love you
What sad memory of yesterday
What terrible scar
Keeps you gathering the pieces of
Your shattered heart
There was once upon a time
When hope was living within
I know there will come a time
When you can believe again
How long have you been feeling lonely
How long have you been feeling sad and blue
This time, baby, I’m learning how to love you, love you
Ain’t nobody gonna make you cry
No, ain’t nobody ever really tried to love you
Like I love you
Written by Keith Thomas, Amy Grant & Wayne Kirkpatrick
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) (BOTH ADMIN. BY MUSIC SERVICES) / WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING (BMI) / SELL THE COW MUSIC (BMI) / MUSIC OF 1091 (ASCAP) / SONY/ATV TUNES, LLC (ASCAP)
STEVE BREWSTER: DRUMS / BYRON HOUSE: BASS / DANN HUFF: ELECTRIC GUITAR / GORDON KENNEDY: ACOUSTIC GUITAR / KEITH THOMAS: KEYBOARDS / PHIL MADEIRA: ACCORDION / TERRY MCMILLAN: PERCUSSION / KIM KEYES: BACKGROUND VOCALS
It takes a little time sometimes
To get your feet back on the ground
It takes a little time sometimes
To get the Titanic turned back around
It takes a little time sometimes
But baby, you’re not going down
It takes more than you’ve got right now
Give it, give it time
What’s this walking through my door
I know I’ve seen the look before
Sometimes on faces in the street
And sometimes in the mirror looking back at me
You can’t fix this pain with money
You can’t rush a weary soul
You can’t sweep it under the rug now honey
But it don’t take a lot to know
Well, it may not be over by morning
But Rome wasn’t built in a day
You can name that thing a thousand times
It won’t make it go away
Let me put my arms around you
And hold you while you weep
We’ve been talking and you know what, I’m sick of this talk
And it’s nothing that won’t keep
You can’t fix this pain with money
You can’t rush a weary soul
You can’t sweep it under the rug now honey
But it don’t take a lot to know
Written by Amy Grant & Wayne Kirkpatrick
© 1995 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / UNIVERSAL MUSIC-BRENTWOOD BENSON SONGS (BMI) / MAGIC BEANS MUSIC (BMI)
DRUMS: CHAD CROMWELL / ADDITIONAL DRUM PROGRAMMING: MARK HAMMOND /
BASS: TOMMY SIMS / ELECTRIC GUITAR: KENNY GREENBERG / ELECTRIC GUITAR, ACOUSTIC GUITAR: GORDON KENNEDY: / KEYBOARDS, ELECTRIC GUITAR: KEITH THOMAS
/ HAMMOND B3: PHIL MADEIRA / HARMONICA, PERCUSSION: TERRY MCMILLAN / BACKGROUND VOCALS: LISA COCHRAN AND TABITHA FAIR
Who knew love would come walking thru my door
Turn a light on somewhere down inside
Give me a feeling I’d never had before
It was a long wait
It was just the wrong time
But I hope you’ll hold me now
Somewhere within
And when you think about
What might have been
Cry a river
Flood the sea
Cry a river over me
Take the bitter
With the sweet
And cry a river over me
How do you argue with a feeling in your bones
‘Bout what is and what isn’t meant to be
Some things you live with
And you never let it show
Like the pain I felt
The day I watched you leave
But I hope you’ll think of me
When tender winds blow
Sit on the shores of love
And just let it go
Written by Amy Grant & Wayne Kirkpatrick
© 1995 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / UNIVERSAL MUSIC-BRENTWOOD BENSON SONGS (BMI) / MAGIC BEANS MUSIC (BMI)
DRUMS: CHRIS MCHUGH / BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS / ELECTRIC GUITARS: GORDON KENNEDY, JERRY MCPHERSON / ACOUSTIC GUITAR: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / HAMMOND B3: PHIL MADEIRA / ACCORDION, MELODICA, PUMP ORGAN: TIM LAUER / BACKGROUND VOCALS:
WAYNE KIRKPATRICK, RICK PALOMBI
We are all the same it seems
Behind the eyes
Broken promises and dreams
In good disguise
All we’re really looking for is somewhere
Safe and warm
The shelter of each other in the storm
Maybe one day
We can turn and face our fears
Maybe one day
We can reach out through the tears
After all it’s really not that far
To where hope can be found
Maybe one day
We can turn this world around
Who can trace the path of time
Not you or me
The twisting road we call our lives
We cannot see
The hunger and the longing every one of us
Knows inside
Could be the bridge between us if we try
Written by Keith Thomas, Amy Grant & Beverly Darnall
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) (BOTH ADMIN. BY MU- SIC SERVICES) / ANNIE MERLE MUSIC (BMI) / MUSIC OF 1091 (ASCAP)
PRODUCED BY KEITH THOMAS / DRUMS: MARK HAMMOND / BASS: BYRON HOUSE / ELECTRIC GUITARS: DANN HUFF, KENNY GREENBERG / KEYBOARDS AND GUITARS: KEITH THOMAS / ACOUSTIC GUITAR: GORDON KENNEDY
There was this guy, he was down on his luck
He was truly poverty’s child
Well, he had no home and he had no car
And he wore a weary smile
Moved out to L.A., knocked around for a while
But he was going nowhere
Then he did this movie and it did really well
Now he’s a millionaire
You see life is a curious thing
You see life, ooh life, is a curious thing
I know a man who could paint the town red
Had a college degree in fun
‘Till the doorbell rang and a long-lost flame said
“This little boy is your son”
Gave him a suitcase and a bear
Left them in a cloud of dust
Now he’s checking out schools and driving carpools
Learning to adjust
He says life is a curious thing
You see life, ooh life is a curious thing
Well, I know that it can be demanding
I know that it can be unkind
I don’t really understand it
But, Lord sure knows I try
See life is a curious thing, yea
I say life, ooh life, is a curious thing
Let me tell you ’bout a kid I knew
A pudgy girl back in school
She had greasy hair and geeky glasses
Object of ridicule
The other day in the check-out line
They were ringing up my rice and beans
There she was a pretty little face
On the cover of a magazine
Just goes to show that you never know
Just what tomorrow may bring
But I’ll tell you this that what it is
Is seldom what it seems
Written by Amy Grant & Wayne Kirkpatrick
© 1995 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / MAGIC BEANS MUSIC (BMI) / CAREERS-BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING, INC. (BMI)
DRUMS: CHRIS MCHUGH / BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS / ACOUSTIC GUITARS: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK, JERRY MCPHERSON/ GUT STRING GUITAR: JERRY MCPHERSON / ELECTRIC GUITAR: JERRY MCPHERSON / ACCORDION: JOHN MAGNIE / DOBRO: JERRY DOUGLAS / PERCUSSION: SAM BACCO / BACKGROUND VOCALS: TABITHA FAIR, KIM KEYES, RICK PALOMBI
There you go making mountains
Out of such a little hill
Here I go mixing mortar
For another wall to build
There’s a struggle in this life we lead
It’s partly you
It’s partly me
Every road that’s traveled
Teaches something new
And every road that’s narrow
Pushes us to choose
And I’d be lying if I said
I had not tried to leave a time or two
But every road that leads me
Leads me back to you
Here we stand in the middle
Of what we’ve come to know
It’s a dance, it’s a balance
Holding on and letting go
But there is nothing that we can’t resolve
When love’s at stake
When love’s involved
Written by Amy Grant & Wayne Kirkpatrick
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / SELL THE COW MUSIC (BMI) / WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING (BMI)
DRUMS: JOHN HAMMOND / BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS / ACOUSTIC GUITAR, HI-STRING GUITAR, HAMMERED DULCIMER: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / ELECTRIC GUITARS, BASSOON AND KEYBOARD: JERRY MCPHERSON / PEDAL STEEL GUITAR: GREG LEISZ / WURLITZER KEYBOARD: TIM LAUER / FAIRLIGHT LIPHONIUM: CARL MARSH / PERCUSSION: SAM BACCO / BACKGROUND VOCALS: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK
I took a drive along the west bank of the shore
I thought of what you said and then I thought some more
You say your life is all but chiseled out in stone
And all you want is just a taste of the unknown
Think it was yesterday I called you on the phone
You say you need a change, I recognized the tone
Buy me a ticket please to anywhere I’ll go
I’m not saying what is right or what is wrong
I’m just thinking you’ve been hanging here too long
So why don’t we just up and leave it all behind
Maybe a change would ease your mind
For a time, leave it all behind
What I really want to do is see you smile
Hear you talk and let me listen for a while
There’s too much going on to keep it all inside
You try to whisper but you start to scream and shout
What you need is just a place to let it out
So why don’t we just up and leave it all behind
Maybe a change would ease your mind, for a time
We will see if there’s a place that we can go
Someplace that no one else will know how to find
Leave it all behind
You try to whisper but you start to scream and shout
What you need is just a place to let it out
Written by William Owsley, Tommy Sims & Amy Grant
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (BOTH ADMIN. BY MUSIC SERVICES) / UNIVERSAL-MCA MUSIC PUBLISHING / COUPE DE VILLE MUSIC / BMG SONGS, INC. (ASCAP)
DRUMS: DAN NEEDHAM / BASS: TOMMY SIMS / ACOUSTIC GUITARS: WILL OWSLEY, TOMMY SIMS / ELECTRIC GUITARS: WILL OWSLEY / KEYBOARDS: KEITH THOMAS / HAMMOND B3: MARK HAMMOND / BACKGROUND VOCALS: WILL OWSLEY
Your smile lights up a room
Like a candle in the dark
It warms me through and through
And I guess that I had dreamed
We would never be apart
But that dream did not come true
Missing you is just a part of living
Missing you feels like a way of life
I’m living out the life that I’ve been given
But baby I still wish you were mine
And I cannot hear the telephone
Jangle on the wall
And not feel a hopeful thrill
And I cannot help but smile
At any news of you at all
And I guess I always will
Written by Amy Grant
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (BOTH ADMIN. BY MUSIC SERVICES (ASCAP)
DRUMS/SHAKER/TAMBOURINE: JOHN HAMMOND / BASS: LARRY KLEIN / ELECTRIC GUITAR: GORDON KENNEDY / EBO: JERRY MCPHERSON / ACOUSTIC GUITAR/HAMMERED
DULCIMER: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / WEISENBORN GUITAR: DAVID LINDLEY / PEDAL STEEL GUITAR: GREG LEISZ / KEYBOARDS: CARL MARSH / BACKGROUND VOCALS: CHRISTINE DENTE
I cannot take the heat
This girl’s going home
Standing on my own two feet
Standing alone
I’m just a little weary of
All the talk and all the buzz
And all I ever wanted was
The feeling I had with us
I cannot take the heat
I guess I’m letting go
I’m tired of stitching up my dreams with
This tread of hope
I’m still a believer of
Twin hearts and timeless love
And all I ever wanted was
The feeling I had with us
All I ever wanted was
The feeling I had with us
The road of life is rugged
Any road you choose
And when I find the other side
I’ll look for you
I cannot take the heat
And so I’ll say goodbye
A million things I never said
Didn’t even try
‘Cause words are cheap and sometimes cruel
And stuff you hear is seldom true
And all I ever wanted was
The feeling I had with you
Yeah, all I ever wanted was
The feeling I had with you
Written by Amy Grant
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (BOTH ADMIN. BY MUSIC SER- VICES) (ASCAP)
PRODUCED BY: KEITH THOMAS / DRUMS: MARK HAMMOND / BASS: BYRON HOUSE / ELEC- TRIC GUITARS: DANN HUFF, GORDON KENNEDY / ACOUSTIC GUITAR: AMY GRANT / KEYBOARDS: KEITH THOMAS / PERCUSSION: TERRY MCMILLAN / FLUTE: SAM LEVINE / STRING ARRANGE- MENT: RONN HUFF / VIOLINS: CARL GORODETZKY, KRIS WILKINSON / CELLO: BOB MASON
So much pain and no good reason why
You’ve cried until the tears run dry
And nothing here can make you understand
The one thing that you held so dear
Is slipping from your hands
And you say
Why, why, why
Does it go this way
And why, why, why
And all I can say
Is somewhere down the road
There’ll be answers to the questions
Is somewhere down the road
Though we cannot see it now
Somewhere down the road
You will find mighty arms reaching for you
And they will hold the answers at the end of the road
Yesterday I thought I’d seen it all
I thought I’d climbed the highest wall
Now I see the learning never ends
And all I know to do is keep on walking
Walking ’round the bend saying
Oh, keep on walking
Why, why, why
Does it go this way
And why, why, why
And all I can say
All I know to say now
Written by Amy Grant, Wayne Kirkpatrick
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / SELL THE COW MUSIC (BMI) / WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING (BMI)
PRODUCED BY WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / DRUMS: CHRIS MCHUGH
BASS: JACKIE STREET / ELECTRIC GUITARS: WILL OWSLEY, GORDON KENNEDY / ACOUSTIC GUI- TAR: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / PIANO: MATT ROLLINGS / HAMMOND B3: PHIL MADEIRA BACKGROUND VOCALS: BILLY GAINES, DONNA MCELROY, CHRIS RODRIGUEZ
Turn This World Around (2022 Version)
Written by Amy Grant, Beverly Darnall, Keith Thomas
(AMY GRANT, BEVERLY DARNALL, KEITH THOMAS)
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) (BOTH ADMIN. BY MUSIC SERVICES) / ANNIE MERLE MUSIC (BMI) / MUSIC OF 1091 (ASCAP)
PRODUCED BY: KEITH THOMAS FOR LEVOSIA ENTERTAINMENT / KEYBOARDS AND PROGRAM- MING BY: KEITH THOMAS / ELECTRIC GUITAR: JONATHAN CRONE
I Will Be Your Friend (2022 Version)
Written by Dane Deviller, Sein Hosein, Michelle Lewis
© 1997 CAREERS BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING/BUBALAS PUBLISHING/ON BOARD MUSIC/BMG SONGS (BMI),
BMG SONGS/WANNABE MUSIC (ASCAP)
PRODUCED BY: KEITH THOMAS FOR LEVOSIA ENTERTAINMENT / KEYBOARDS AND PROGRAM- MING BY: KEITH THOMAS
Lay down your burden
I will carry you
I will carry you my child
Lay down your burden
I will carry you
I will carry you my child, my child
‘Cause I can walk on water
Calm a restless sea
I’ve done a thousand things you’ve never done
And I’m really watching
While you struggle on your own
Call my name, I’ll come
I give vision to the blind
I can raise the dead
I’ve seen the darker side of hell
And I’ve returned
I see these sleepless nights
And I count every tear you cry
Some lessons hurt to learn
I see these sleepless nights
And I count every tear you cry
Call my name I’ll come runnin’
Written by Amy Grant
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) (BOTH ADMIN. BY MUSIC SERVICES)
PRODUCED BY WAYNE KIRKPATRICK FOR MAGIC BEANS PRODUCTIONS / PIANO: JEFF ROACH / DRUMS: JOHN HAMMOND / BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS / KEYBOARDS: CARL MARSH / ACOUSTIC GUITAR: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / ELECTRIC GUITAR: GORDON KENNEDY / BACKGROUND VOCALS: AMY GRANT
What were you looking for
When you found me
I know I’m not everything
That you thought I’d be now baby
Was that a rude awakening?
I ain’t no devil, I ain’t no saint
I am what I am
Can’t be what I ain’t, now darlin’
But would you really want me to be
I said I’d bring all I’ve got to the table
I said I’d stand by you long as I’m able but
I never said I could walk on water
I never said I was perfect in any way
Trying to prove my love to you
Doing my best
Baby, that’s the best I can do
I never said I could walk on water
I never said I could walk on walk on water
What do you think about when you say love
Is it poetic rhapsody or
Real life flesh and blood, now tell me
Cause I’m about as real as can be
Isn’t it amazing how hopes and dreams
Get twisted and turn into
That whole expectation thing
Slowly drains the life out of me
I said I’m here for the worst or the better
I said I’m here for you come whatever but
Written by Amy Grant, Wayne Kirkpatrick
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / SELL THE COW MUSIC (BMI) / WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING (BMI)
PRODUCED BY WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / DRUMS: CHRIS MCHUGH /
BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS / ELECTRIC GUITARS: GORDON KENNEDY, JERRY MCPHERSON / HAMMOND B3: PHIL MADEIRA / LAP STEEL: JERRY DOUGLAS /
BACKGROUND VOCALS: KIM KEYES, TABITHA FAIR, VICKI HAMPTON
I got a house on fire and I feel fine
‘Cause just a feeling of your hand in mine
Takes away my biggest fear
That some disaster might leave me stranded here
San Andreas might wake from his sleep
And all the folks in California will be swimming in the sea
Tell me nothing is gonna come
Between you and me
And I feel fine
And I feel fine
I’ve got a leaky roof and I feel fine
Out ran the warranty, it happens all time
I go looking for a guarantee
Who really knows who’s gonna make it through the week
I might be laughing, singing in the rain
Before you know, that thing has gone and turned into a hurricane
Tell me nothing is gonna come
Between you and me
And I feel fine
And I feel
I get a little scared sometimes
I want to hold you
And I feel fine
We might be dancing out in the snow
Up on the top of Mt. St. Helen’s peak
Just before she blows
Tell me nothing is gonna come
Between you and me
And I feel fine
And I feel
And I feel fine
And I feel fine
(In this world of rough and tumble,
I ain’t scared of all that stuff
If you put your hand in mine, hold me close
And I feel fine)
Written by Amy Grant, Wayne Kirkpatrick
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / SELL THE COW MUSIC (BMI) / WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING (BMI)
PRODUCED BY: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK FOR MAGIC BEANS PRODUCTIONS /
DRUMS: CHRIS MCHUGH / BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS / ELECTRIC GUITARS: GORDON KENNEDY / ACOUSTIC GUITAR: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / BANJO: JERRY MCPHERSON / TACK PIANO: TIM LAUER / HORNS: SAX: MARK DOUTHIT, TRUMPET: MIKE HAYNES, TROMBONE: BARRY GREEN / BACKGROUND VOCALS: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK, MARK HEIMERMANN, CHRIS HARRIS
Look at how the stars are dancing over the horizon
Oh, look at how the moon is painting pleasure on your face
Send me on a journey down the river of emotion
I’m looking for adventure baby here in your embrace
C’mon c’mon give me 5 different kisses, yeah
C’mon c’mon kiss me 5 different ways
C’mon c’mon bring me 5 different kisses, yeah
C’mon c’mon kiss me 5 different ways
I don’t need no violins no poetry in motion
Oh, I don’t need no Silverado chillin’ on the ice
What I really want is just a little left of center
A little bit of sugar with a little bit of spice
Be creative, oh, be innovative
Oh, baby Come on
Imagining your lips, oh, I was made for this
Baby come on
Written by Amy Grant, Wayne Kirkpatrick
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / SELL THE COW MUSIC (BMI) / WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING (BMI)
PRODUCED BY WAYNE KIRKPATRICK FOR MAGIC BEANS PRODUCTIONS / DRUMS: STEVE BREWSTER / BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS / ELECTRIC GUITARS: JERRY MCPHERSON, GORDON KENNEDY / HAMMOND B3: PHIL MADEIRA / BACKGROUND VOCALS: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK, MARK HEIMERMANN, CHRIS RODRIGUEZ, NEIL COOMER
Pour me some coffee
I’ve got an hour before I go
Tell me a secret
Tell me something I don’t know
Oh, in this life I need you more than you could know
To hold my hand to be my friend
To hear you tell me once again
What kind of love
Is a love that won’t break down
What kind of love
Honestly knows no bounds
Hopes all things, believes all things
Never, never let me go
What kind of love
I’ve got a new place
You’ve got a baby on the way
Time keeps on moving
Seems like nothing stays the same
Oh, in this life it can be hard to keep the faith
Some truth you hold
Some you let go
But in the end you’ve got to know
And what kind of love will still be here
When everything else has disappeared
And what kind of love is strong enough
Will stand the test of time
Written by Amy Grant, Chris Eaton
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) (BOTH ADMIN. BY MUSIC SERVICES) /CLOUSEAU MUSIC/SGO MUSIC PUBLISHING LTD (PRS) / BMG BUMBLEBEE (BMI)
PRODUCED BY WAYNE KIRKPATRICK FOR MAGIC BEANS PRODUCTIONS / DRUMS: JOHN HAMMOND / BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS / ELECTRIC GUITAR: JERRY MCPHERSON, GORDON KENNEDY / HAMMOND B3: PHIL MADEIRA / ACOUSTIC GUITAR: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / BACKGROUND VOCALS: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK
Baby this life can break your heart
Everyone hurts to some degree
But while this world is falling apart
Why don’t you come be with me?
Don’t you know the night can be so cold
When you’re without the one you need
How much longer do I have to go
Waiting for you, come be with me
Love can be so simple when you let it flow
Get it in your head, feel it with your heart
Send it from your soul
Look up at the stars burning bright
Listen to the wind whisper sweet
Heaven and earth know the moment is right
Why don’t you come be with me?
Heaven and earth know the moment is right
Why don’t you come be with me?
Written by Beth Nielsen Chapman, Jimmy Scott
© 1997 BMG MONARCH/STONE ANGEL MUSIC (ASCAP) (ADMIN BY BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENTUS) / BNC SONGS (ASCAP) (ADMIN BY KAREN SCHAUBEN PUBLISHING)
PRODUCED BY WAYNE KIRKPATRICK FOR MAGIC BEANS PRODUCTIONS / DRUMS: JOHN HAMMOND / BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS / ELECTRIC GUITARS: GORDON KEN- NEDY, JERRY MCPHERSON / ACOUSTIC GUITAR: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / LAP STEEL: DAVID LINDLEY / HAMMOND B3: PHIL MADEIRA / BACKGROUND VOCALS: KIM KEYES, TABITHA FAIR, MICAH WILSHIRE
Tonight I’ve been counting railroad cars
Clinking and grinding into the dark
One of them passed with an open door
And I pictured myself jumping on board
What is the chance of that
Well, I always had this thing about trains
A lonesome sound like a man in pain
Going somewhere they don’t lose track
Some folks leave and they don’t look back
I have believed since I was a little bitty girl
That there were rules of cause and effect
And they slowly shaped my world
But pain and hard times they come and they go
Like some blindfolded angel somewhere saying
Eeny meeny miny moe
Why do I feel restless inside
Maybe I’m part of a wandering tribe
I want to check my family tree
I think there’s a little nomad in me
Life is a thing you drink in deep
The journey’s hard and the journey’s sweet
Maybe I’ll search and maybe I’ll find
The things that I wanted were already mine
I have believed since I was a little bitty girl
That there were rules of cause and effect
And they slowly shaped my world
But pain and hard times they come and they go
Like some test of faith that purifies my
Weak belief into something gold
What is the chance of that
Written by Amy Grant, Wayne Kirkpatrick
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / SELL THE COW MUSIC (BMI) / WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING (BMI)
PRODUCED BY WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / ACOUSTIC GUITAR: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / DRUMS: CHRIS MCHUGH / BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS /
ELECTRIC GUITAR: GORDON KENNEDY / HAMMOND B3: PHIL MADEIRA / MELLOTRON: TIM LAUER / BACKGROUND VOCALS: GORDON KENNEDY, WAYNE KIRKPATRICK, WILL OWSLEY
Sometimes I act like an enemy
Sometimes I act like a friend
Sometimes I give everything in me
Sometimes I won’t let you in
But I wanna love you
I will be true
I wanna love you
I really do
Sometimes I act like a lover
Sometimes I act like a child
Sometimes I comfort like an angel
Sometimes I’m hurtful and wild
Sometimes I laugh ‘till I’m crying
Sometimes I cry cause I’m blue
Sometimes my faith moves mountains
Sometimes I question me and you
Written by Amy Grant
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) (BOTH ADMIN. BY MUSIC SERVICES)
DRUMS: JIM KELTNER / BASS: LELAND SKLAR / ELECTRIC GUITAR: GORDON KENNEDY / ACOUSTIC AND PENCIL GUITAR: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / PENNYWHISTLE: SAM LEVINE / BACKGROUND VOCALS: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK
Written by Amy Grant, Wayne Kirkpatrick
© 1995 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / UNIVER- SAL MUSIC-BRENTWOOD BENSON SONGS (BMI) / MAGIC BEANS MUSIC (BMI) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
PRODUCED BY WAYNE KIRKPATRICK FOR MAGIC BEANS PRODUCTIONS / DRUMS: CHRIS MCHUGH / BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS / ELECTRIC GUITARS: JERRY MCPHERSON, WILL OWSLEY / ACOUSTIC GUITAR: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / HAMMOND B3: PHIL MADEIRA / BACKGROUND VOCALS: TABITHA FAIR, WAYNE KIRKPATRICK, WILL OWSLEY, KIM KEYES, RICK POLUMBI
Why don’t we blow this town?
Gas up that car of yours and put the pedal down?
I want to own the open road
And have the kind of plans you make up as you go
‘Cause you me are one of a kind
You need your space and I need mine
And I am rich as any queen
And I ain’t talking ‘bout the money kind of thing
I got you and you got me
Some lucky fool’s big ship came in
Yours got lost at sea
Me I’ve got this funky little boat
And baby you got me
Let’s burn on through the night
Turn up the tunes until it feels just right
I need the cover of the dark
To loosen up my tongue to talk about my heart
To talk about this life
How fast we live how soon we die
And I don’t believe it’s a contest
Still I think we made out better than the rest
‘Cause I got you and you got me
You may not have the ace of spades
You may not hold the king
But somewhere in those cards you’re dealt
Baby you got me
Written by Amy Grant
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) (BOTH ADMIN. BY MUSIC SERVICES)
PRODUCED BY WAYNE KIRKPATRICK FOR MAGIC BEANS PRODUCTIONS / DRUMS: STEVE BREW- STER / BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS / ACOUSTIC GUITAR: GORDON KENNEDY / ACOUSTIC GUITAR: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / ACCORDION: JOHN MAGNIE
Sitting all alone on a coast in Spain
Out on the balcony whispering your name
My suitcase packed and the bed turned back
But sleep won’t come
I’m at a strange hotel another TV show
Another funny memory no one else will know
I walked this town as the sun sank low
Thinking of you
And I’m watching the waves
Looking for some light
Looking for some ray of hope
To end this long night
I’m watching the waves
Rolling out to sea
Wondering how I’ll cross these miles
Between you and me
I don’t know
This is a crazy town, people are up all night
I can hear them singing
I can hear them fighting
And they’re just like us
Tryin’ to make things right
I need your tender touch
I need your kisses sweet
Healing like the water washing over me
I’ve got an ocean view
Mediterranean blue
Dreaming of you
One step at a time
One day at a time
Written by Amy Grant
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) (BOTH ADMIN. BY MUSIC SERVICES)
ACOUSTIC GUITAR: WILL OWSLEY
She said you were upset
I never knew
He said you are about to come unglued
She said he said I said it was true
Everybody’s talking but you
Say what you want to say
What you want to dear
What you want to say
Not what I want to hear
What you want to say
What you want to dear
What you want to say right here
Time’s up, time’s a wasting
Time to explore
All the feelings that you tend to ignore
Step up give it a shot
You’ve got the floor
I can take it give me what for
The way you look at your life
Never gets told
Keep stuff bottled inside
You could explode
Who cares how it sounds
You never know
Maybe it could lighten your load
Written by Amy Grant, Wayne Kirkpatrick, William Owsley
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / SELL THE COW MUSIC (BMI) / WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING (BMI) / COUPE DEVILLE MUSIC (BMI)
PRODUCED BY WAYNE KIRKPATRICK FOR MAGIC BEANS PRODUCTIONS /
ACOUSTIC GUITAR: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / ELECTRIC GUITARS: WILL OWSLEY, GORDON KENNEDY / DRUMS: CHRIS MCHUGH / BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS / HAMMOND B3: PHIL MADEIRA / BACKGROUND VOCALS: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK, WILL OWSLEY
You stop the whole show
Walking into the room
You’ve got an attitude
Big as the china moon
How do you manage that
How do you manage that
You make my heart pound
Talking like that to me
You’re gonna take what’s
Left of my sanity
Shame on you for making me feel what I’m feeling
Shame on me for letting you
How do you manage that
You leave a trail of
Roses and broken hearts
And still I want you
Want to be where you are
I’ve done the one thing
I said I’d never do
I think I’ve gone and
Fallen in love with you
Written by Amy Grant, Wayne Kirkpatrick
© 1997 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / MAGIC BEANS MUSIC (BMI) / CAREERS-BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING, INC. (BMI)
PRODUCED BY WAYNE KIRKPATRICK
FOR MAGIC BEANS PRODUCTIONS
DRUMS: CHRIS MCHUGH
BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS
ELECTRIC GUITARS: GORDON KENNEDY, WILL OWSLEY HAMMOND B3: PHIL MADE
Come into my world
Come crashing through the ceiling
And find the messy rooms, the scattered pearls
If you are brave enough
Then come into my world
Come into my world
So lovely from the outside
So dark in here the demons dance and twirl
And find their pleasure frightening this girl
If you are brave then come into my world
‘Cause I never saw the changes come
Or knew enough to run
When this old house had come undone
And now I’m buried in the walls
And no one comes to call but you
Come into my world
Come into my world
Come into my world
I cannot find the doorway
It’s overgrown with vines that twist and curl
If you are brave then come into my world
Come into my world
There’ll be no other invitation
Not another sound another word
Nothing more than you’ve already heard
Please be brave and come into my world
Written by Amy Grant
© 1996 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) (BOTH ADMIN. BY MUSIC SERVICES)
PRODUCED BY WAYNE KIRKPATRICK FOR MAGIC BEANS PRODUCTIONS / DRUMS: JOHN HAMMOND / BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS / ELECTRIC GUITAR: GORDON KENNEDY / ACOUS- TIC GUITAR: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / CELLO: JOHN CATCHINGS / BACKGROUND VOCALS: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK
I’m suffocating think I need some air
Maybe try my hand at the game of solitaire
Just for a while
Just me myself and I
Take a little trip to another state of mind
Another planet foreign to the one I’m on
I’m claustrophobic
Room is in a spin
Floor has opened up and walls are closing in
Endless irritations tugging on my sleeve
I’m wearing out and I think I’d better leave
Don’t keep a vigil I’ll be home soon
I just need a little breathing room
‘Cause it’s crowded in here
It’s crowded in here
Said it’s crowded in here
It’s crowded in here
Written by Amy Grant
© 1996 AGE TO AGE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) / RIVERSTONE MUSIC, INC. (ASCAP) (BOTH ADMIN. BY MUSIC SERVICES)
ACOUSTIC GUITAR: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK
written by beth nielsEn chapman, jimmy scott
© 1997 BMG MONARCH/STONE ANGEL MUSIC (ASCAP) (ADMIN BY BMG RIGHTS MANAGE- MENTUS) / BNC SONGS (ASCAP) (ADMIN BY KAREN SCHAUBEN PUBLISHING)
PRODUCED BY WAYNE KIRKPATRICK FOR MAGIC BEANS PRODUCTIONS / DRUMS: JOHN HAM- MOND / BASS: JIMMIE LEE SLOAS / ELECTRIC GUITARS: GORDON KENNEDY, JERRY MCPHER- SON / ACOUSTIC GUITAR: WAYNE KIRKPATRICK / LAP STEEL: DAVID LINDLEY / HAMMOND B3: PHIL MADEIRA / SLIDE GUITAR: KEB’MO’ / BACKGROUND VOCALS: KIM KEYES, TABITHA FAIR, MICAH WILSHIRE, KEB’ MO’
ALL SONGS USED BY PERMISSION. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.