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I had something
It fell from me
Something strong
Like a pounding drum
Like ringing bells
When I was young
I had something
And it was gone
I had something
Made me walk all night
Made me run from home
Made me fight
I had something
Made me feel alone
Like an orphan
Waiting for a home
Every footstep that I take
Completes the circle my life makes
Every living thing has ties that bind
What I lost returns with love and time
I heard something
It called to me
And it told me
I was saved
Not by God
And not by words
Not by any living thing
It was the voice that I once knew
Of my daughter or my son
Not yet born
And not yet known
Another orphan waiting for a home
Every footstep that I take
Completes the circle my life makes
Every living thing has ties that bind
What I lost returns with love and time
Every living thing has ties that bind
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Rick Litvin and Lucy Kaplansky
This news won't break my heart
It's already been blown apart
I feel like a helpless girl
In this tender troubled world
Another bomb lights up the night
For someone's vision of paradise
But it's just a wasted sacrifice
That fuels the hate on the other side
All in the name of a holy land
All to claim a line in the sand
Oh, but the promised land
Is just across another line in the sand
Yeah, the promised land
Is just across another line in the sand.
Just like at Calvary
Soldiers do the bidding of their king
And dreams are lost one at a time
Blown across both sides of the line
You can't kill a giant with just one stone
You can't erase the story of a family's home
A hate-filled heart still beats alone
Walking wounded on that endless road
And there's so much blood on all our hands
It cuts an even deeper line in the sand
Oh, but the promised land
Is just across another line in the sand
Yeah the promised land
Is just across another line in the sand.
I hope a forgiving rain can fall sometime
And wash away that line...
Oh, but the promised land
Is just across another line in the sand
Yeah, the promised land
Is just across another line in the sand...
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When I found you
I knew that you'd be mine
It wasn't my first kiss, it wasn't my first time
But it was the first time I gave my heart, when I wasn't just alone
I put it in your hands and I followed you home
Now I'm heading east on 80
Wishing I could sleep
I see you lying in our bed, you're waiting up for me
And while I'm taking in the view
I'm wishing I could give you, what I wanted to
You know I wanted to
And this is Home
Where I want to be
This is home
Lets make a family
Baby you and me
Baby you and me
She's lying on a bed in some crowded room
She's trying to sleep
There's not much else to do
The faces change around her
They speak to her sometimes
She's getting used to being left behind
When we find her
We'll belong to her
We won't see her first smile, we won't hear her first word
But ours will be the first heart she holds in her hands
She can keep them beside her in her very own room
This is Home
Where I want to be
This is Home
Let's make a family
This is Home
Where I want to be
This is home
Let's make a family
Baby you and me
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Answer me when I call to you
What became of the life I knew
Tell me why I can't be free
Tell me what you expect of me
I'm so down about it
I can't sleep at night
I sit watching the bugs as they bounce off the light
Answer me when I'm calling out
Tell me what's all the noise about
Explain to me the rules of love
Tell me just what I'm guilty of
I somehow I must've missed it
I never knew I was blind
Repeat it real slow so I get it this time
(chorus)
I'm off and running to take what's mine
I'm off and running again
I 'm off and running
To take what's mine
I'm off and running
And I won't get caught this time
With my soul on empty and my face to the wind
I'm off and running
I'm off and running again
Answer me when I call your name
What'd you do with my ball and chain?
I'm out here in the open air
And I can't find it anywhere
And I'm so lost without it
It was such a part of me
I guess I'll get along
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(Lyrics by Lucy Kaplansky and Richard Litvin,
Music by Lucy Kaplansky)
Late afternoon back in New York town
Waking up as the wheels touch down
Pick up my guitar and walk away
Wish I was going home to stay
Line of taxis, I wait my turn
Tar and asphalt, exhaust and fumes
Beside the road on a patch of ground
Taxi drivers are kneeling down
Beneath the concrete sky I watch them pray
While the people of the world hurry on their way
I think they're praying for us all today
And the stories that fell from the sky that day
CHORUS:
This is the land of the living
This is the land that's mine
She still watches over Manhattan
She's still holding onto that torch for life
Back home fire's still burning, I can see it in the air
Pictures of faces posted everywhere
They say "hazel eyes, chestnut hair
Mother of two missing down there"
I pass the firemen on duty tonight
Carpets of flowers in candlelight
And thank you in a child's scrawl
Taped to the Third Street firehouse wall
There's shadows of the lost on the faces I see
Brothers and strangers on this island of grief
There's death in the air but there's life on this street
There's life on this street
CHORUS
This is the land of the living
This is the land that's mine
She still watches over Manhattan
She's still holding onto that torch for life
Then I got in a taxi, said "Hudson Street please"
He started the meter and he looked at me
I glanced at his name on the back of his seat
And I looked out the window at the ghost filled streets
I noticed cuts on his hand and his face
And I said "You're bleeding, are you okay?"
He said "I'm not so good, got beat up today
And I'm not one of them no matter what they say
I'm just worried about my family
My wife's in the house and she's scared to leave"
And I didn't know what to say
I didn't know what to say
But I said a prayer for him anyway
CHORUS
This is the land of the living
This is the land that's mine
She still watches over Manhattan
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Seventeen years she has been in this world
Wide-eyed and wistful, pretty little mormon girl
She don't know I'm wicked, and she don't know I'm old
Sweet Jesus forgive me but she gets in my soul
'Cause she believes in the future and the family tree
And she thinks there's a little spark of good left in me
And she comes to my door 'cause she thinks I can bring her
The glamorous life of a cowboy singer
I rise from my bed to her hand at the bell
I look like the devil and I'm feelin' like hell
But she don't seem to notice and she steps right inside
For to sing me the song that she made up last night
And her voice is shining with the moon and the stars
And she plays so unspoiled on that two-bit guitar
Singin' love and tomorrow and thank the redeemer
And I doom and anoint her a cowboy singer
Alone in my room when she leaves me again
I stare at the wall and see death closin' in
But I like to imagine I will meet her someday
In a land at the end of this lonesome highway
In a fine high country where the best songs are sung
And the labels don't care if you're old or you're young
And the martins are cheaper, and the pastures are greener
And all of the angels are cowboy singers
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Hole in my head
hole in my head
I need a boy like you like a hole in my head
I need a boy like you like a hole in my head
Let's just say we will and then don't instead
Wild goose chase
Wild goose chase
You're gonna take me boy on a wild goose chase
You're gonna take me boy on a wild goose chase
You better find somebody to take my place
You took my imagination and stomped it inthe ground
Now I can only think about you
chasin' the tracks that you left around
Hole in my head
hole in my head
Oh I need a boy like you like a hole in my head
I need a boy like you like a hole in my head
You make me feel so bad that I wish I was dead
Let the games begin
Yeah here I go again
I'm never gonna win
It must have knocked me crazy
it must have hit me hard
People must think I'm lazy
Like my shuffle's short
of playing a card
Wild goose chase
Wild goose chase
Oh I need a boy like you
like a wild goose chase
I need a boy like you
like a wild goose chase
You better find somebody to take my place
Let the games begin
Yeah here I go again
I need a boy like you (I need a boy like you)
I need a boy like you (I need a boy like you)
I need a boy like you
Like a hole in my head
Hole in my head
Hole in my head
Hole in my head
Hole in my head
Like a hole in my head
I need a boy like you (I need a boy like you)
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I was only a girl
When I went out on my own
You wrapped me up warm
And just let me go
Now I live at the far end
Of this long distance line
And I'm just another one
Who's gone and left you behind
Wish we could look at your pictures
All the places you've been
I don't think you will
But you can see them again
'Cause you can see them through me
The brown eyes I got from you
Now I wish I could give 'em back to you
This much I can say
This much I can do
When your heart is empty
I'll try to fill it for you
'Cause I'm the girl who learned to love
From watching you
Wish that I could tell you
It'll all be all right
But you never did believe it
Through the trials of your life
You and I both know
It just isn't true
When so much you love
Has been taken from you
I remember when you told me
If we run out of time
How happy you were
Just to know she'll be mine
When I wrap her up warm
You'll be right next to me
'Cause they say that the red thread that ties me to you
Ties her to me
This much I can say
This much I can do
When your heart is empty
I'll try to fill it for you
This much I can say
This much I can do
When your heart is empty
I'll try to fill it for you
'Cause I'm the girl who learned to love
From watching you
Watching you
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