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Lyrics to the songs from all three albums, and a few others you've heard Dave play live.

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Lyrics are in alpabetical order. Scroll down and follow the bouncing cursor!

Almost Heaven
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album ​Every Lonesome Road

Her Daddy was a Mountaineer, drove the rains until they brought him home.
In between from there to here, he rode the rails from first light ‘til the gloam.
He built a home on a mountainside, and he raised up a family,
Daddy was a good man, that can’t be denied, but Daddy doesn’t have much use for me.

‘Cause Daddy’s got a baby girl whose big bright eyes send fire down the line.
I saw them from another world, and I knew I had to make them mine.
The fire led me to a place so beautiful I had to pause,
Almost as beautiful as her sweet face, so I asked her, I asked her where she was.
She said, ‘Almost heaven,’ in a voice so sweet and low,
Almost heaven, I think I’m gonna go.



In a valley west of the Shenandoah, waits the girl with the big bright fiery eyes.
The ones that set my face aglow, to ignore them would only be unwise.
I need to harness that precious fire and let it fill my world somehow,
No denying she’s who I desire, and my thoughts are straying there right now.
To almost heaven, she’s sleeping peacefully,
Almost heaven, tonight she dreams of me.

And while she sleeps on that mountain, I lie awake on this prairie,
A few more days, and I’m counting
Until that fire comes to carry me away, carry me away,
To almost heaven, can’t wait another night,
Almost heaven, I’m following the light.

Climbing up that Blue Ridge hill, hand in hand, we’ll watch the rising sun,
Coming down I know I will tell the girl that she’s the only one.
Her precious eyes will fill my cup with all the fire that I can hold,
Make love beneath the stars where she grew up, and her passion will sanctify my soul.
It’s almost heaven, you know it feels so right,
Almost heaven, close enough for tonight.

©2012 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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Alone For The Holidays
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • A Christmas song Dave wrote in 1998.

Three wise men followed a star,
Coming from fields afar,
to find the Child we celebrate.
It's not that different for you,
but your star's fading from view,
You're lonely and you don't want to wait.

Don't get lost in the fact
that you're waking up alone,
When the reason for the season
is the hope we've all been shown.

If you're alone for the holidays,
I'll send a smile your way,
Know that you're really not alone.
'Cause there's love all around
where glad tidings abound,
and you're bound to find one of your own.

If you're wishing on a star to bring a lover where you are,
I'll hope you find someone to make your dreams come true.
But at this time of year We must be of good cheer,
Remember Jesus was single too.

If you're alone for the holidays,
I'll send a smile your way,
Know that you're really not alone.
'Cause there's love all around
where glad tidings abound,
and you're bound to find one of your own.

 ©1998 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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Analog Soul
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Analog Soul

It’s a brand new digital world, you can hold it in your hand,
But when it comes down to boy meets girl, well, I’ll never understand.
They say the game is new and improved, I’ve seen it all and I don’t feel moved.
So many options for all to explore, Isn’t anybody true anymore?

The search for instant gratification is gonna drive you berserk,
‘Cause if you want to feel the elation, you gotta put in the work.
This modern love makes me feel like a clown, I may be broken but I’m not broken down.
I’m not over the hill and I’m not past my prime, but I was made for an earlier time.

I’ve got an analog soul, turn me on and warm me up a while,
Analog soul, play me loud and let me make you smile.
You may want something more up to speed, but look again ‘cause I’m just what you need,
Me and this analog soul.

You can have the kind of love that’s warm and rich and real,
I may show some signs of age, but at this price, I’m a steal.
Show me how you’d use me, take the sound and make it whole,
Prove to me you’re worthy, and I’ll let you take control
of this analog soul.

It’s a digital world we live in, it’s a great time to be alive.
Ones and zeroes are not so forgiving, but an old heart can survive.
I don’t have all the whistles and bells, but after all, it’s the sound that sells.
So try me out, if you like what you hear, I can take you back to yesteryear.

I’ve got an analog soul, turn me on and warm me up a while,
Analog soul, play me loud and let me make you smile.
You may want something more up to speed, but look again ‘cause I’m just what you need,
Me and this analog soul.

©2014 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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As The Crow Flies
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

November, there's a chill in the air,
Take me back to a place I know where
The leaves turn to color before they go brown
The air is so quiet you hear them fall down
It isn't so far from this dirty old town and its cries -
As the crow flies.

Remember... all the friends left behind,
They're right here in this scrapbook of mine.
Pictures of children at play on the lawn,
Some of them stayed and others moved on,
Soon they'll have children all grown up and gone from their eyes -
As the crow flies.

Time, like the crow, only flies forward,
Circles around but it always moves on.
Time is a thief, and given the chance would
Steal all the things that you love.

November,  feel the winter come on,
Take me back, 'fore the chance is all gone -
Back to the best things in life I call mine,
To strengthen the bonds that have weakened with time,
To look back and laugh as I grow older and wise -
As the crow flies.

©2000 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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Back In The Day
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Right Here

I grew up in a suburban field,
Waiting for my hopes and dreams to be revealed.
While grownups talked of civil rights and Vietnam,
Books and imaginary friends all kept me calm.
Just four channels on a black and white TV,
Three had cartoons and that suited me.
Nowadays the news and sounds just make me drop,
I must be getting old, I’m not hip to the hop.

I know the wheels of time don’t roll in reverse,
I know that there were things back then that made it worse.
In modern times, we’re all wont to dismiss it,
But I wouldn’t mind going back there for a visit.
Back when our faith and our hearts were stronger,
And we stayed kids just a little bit longer.
The cure for my depression is a small dose of regression,
All in all, we all turned out okay,
Living like we did back in the day.

My dad grew up on a citrus farm,
Nine older siblings kept him out of harm.
While grownups talked of crops and banks that both might fail,
Dad got real good with a hammer and a nail.
Just four stations on a big old radio,
Three had gospel, swinging sweet and low.
I remember times when Dad just seemed so old,
He didn’t understand this thing called rock and roll.

I know the wheels of time don’t roll in reverse,
I know that there were things back then that made it worse.
In modern times, we’re all wont to dismiss it,
But I wouldn’t mind going back there for a visit.
Back when our faith and our hearts were stronger,
And we stayed kids just a little bit longer.
The cure for my depression is a small dose of regression,
All in all, we all turned out okay,
Living like we did back in the day.

Drink the water from the garden hose,
Fall down from the tree and break your nose,
No hands, no helmets, and no knee pads in between,
Don’t you wonder how we made it to eighteen?

I know the wheels of time don’t roll in reverse,
I know that there were things back then that made it worse.
In modern times, we’re all wont to dismiss it,
But I wouldn’t mind going back there for a visit.
Back when our faith and our hearts were stronger,
And we stayed kids just a little bit longer.
The cure for my depression is a small dose of regression,
All in all, we all turned out okay,
Living like we did back in the daY.

©2017 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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Be With Me
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Analog Soul

Girl, you’ve been coming ‘round for a long, long time,
We’ve had our ups and downs, and we turn on a dime.
Everyone we know says we don’t have a prayer,
But when one gets low, the other’s always there.

I’m standing on the shore while you drift out to sea,
You never knew before what you have here in me.
I know you hear my voice, but you still have some doubt,
It’s time to make your choice, ‘cause the tide is rolling out.

Be with me, be my girl
Tell your friends, tell the world,
When you hold me to the light,
Do I look good? Do I feel right?
Be with me, don’t let go,
Everybody ought to know,
If you’re happy by my side,
Don’t hold back, let it ride, be with me.

I’m not the only one whose dreams you make come true,
But after all is said and done, no one lovesd you like I do.
When everything gets rough, I’m the place where you go,
Isn’t that enough to make you tell the others no?

Be with me, be my girl
Tell your friends, tell the world,
When you hold me to the light,
Do I look good? Do I feel right?
Be with me, don’t let go,
Everybody ought to know,
If you’re happy by my side,
Don’t hold back, let it ride, be with me.

You’ve heard out your heart, now listen to your soul,
Would you rather be apart? Why shouldn’t we be whole?

Only you can say if you’re up to the task,
Now I’ve had my say, and it’s the last time that I’ll ask.

Be with me, be my girl
Tell your friends, tell the world,
When you hold me to the light,
Do I look good? Do I feel right?
Be with me, don’t let go,
Everybody ought to know,
If you’re happy by my side,
Don’t hold back, let it ride, be with me.

©2013 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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Black River Falls
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • Unreleased

Black River Falls, Wisconsin, eight o’clock Saturday night,
Saint Paul in the rear view mirror, Madison’s in sight.
I’d hoped to make it by morning, but the snow is falling fast,
I’ll wait it out in Black River, and let the storm go past.

She said we’d meet in Chicago, she’s flying in from DC,
I think she finally figured out just what she means to me.
I’ve got to make it up to her, all this time apart,
One more night to Chicago, and I’m gonna start.

The minstrel road is cold and lonely, but it’s the road that I chose,
I wish she was here to hold me, but I’m cold and froze, in

Black River Falls, Wisconsin, in the middle of the night,
I had a premonition that something wasn’t right.
If I could only hear her voice, I wouldn’t feel so alone,
So I dialed her number, and he answered the phone.

And now I feel so cold and lonely, I guess I lost what I found,
Another heart gets tossed by the wayside, and the tears come down like

Black River Falls, Wisconsin, five o’clock Sunday morn,
Saint Christopher on the rear view mirror, snowplow blowin’ his horn.
I guess I’ll turn south at Madison, and head for a warmer clime,
And say goodbye to Black River, the scene of the crime.

It’s not your fault, Black River, it just wasn’t our time.

©2015 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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Breathe Awhile
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Right Here

It’s true what they say, Jack’s a dull boy,
All work and no play, he’s getting annoyed.
Been chasing a dream, a life well spent,
Someday he’s gonna wonder where the time all went.

When the struggle is real and you’re down on your knees,
Live in the moment, see the forest for the trees.
It’s the distractions that make it all worthwhile,
You’ve got to breathe awhile.

The ship won’t run aground just because you’re not around,
You don’t need to make an excuse.
And if you wanna stay, get out of the way,
Put a chair up on the deck and just enjoy the cruise.

What have you got when the dealing is done?
When it’s time for counting, what have you won?
You can’t take it with you, so don’t be misled,
He who dies with the most toys, ain’t nothing but dead.

When the struggle is real and you’re down on your knees,
Live in the moment, see the forest for the trees.
It’s the distractions that make it all worthwhile,
You’ve got to breathe awhile.

If it’s been too long, then sing your favorite song,
Even if it feels a little strange.
There isn’t any shame if it doesn’t sound the same,
The classics never die, they just get rearranged.

When the struggle is real and you’re down on your knees,
Live in the moment, see the forest for the trees.
It’s the distractions that make it all worthwhile,
You’ve got to breathe awhile.

Life is for living, so give it all you got,
Even Jack can do it, there isn’t nothing to it,
You’ve got to breathe awhile.

©2016 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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Come Find Me
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Analog Soul

I’ve searched for love all across this great big nation,
and even looked in other lands.
Recall the moments when I held it in elation,
and felt it slip right through my hands.
From the rock bound coast of Maine to a wheat field on a prairie,
From the desert to a cold lake shore,
From the mill towns of my childhood to as far as voices carry,
Don’t feel like looking anymore,

I still believe in love that’s waiting to be found,
But I’ve grown weary of trying to track her down.
Love knows where I live, and love knows where I’m bound,
Come find me, I’ll see you around.

I’ve fallen off mountains from Colorado to West Virginia,
Each one harder than before.
What you learn about the strength that lies within you
makes you want it even more.
I know there’s time, even though I’m growing older,
I’m gonna let her come to me,
I’ll sit and wait, let her rest upon my shoulder,
I still have faith that it will be.
 
I still believe in love that’s waiting to be found,
But I’ve grown weary of trying to track her down.
Love knows where I live, and love knows where I’m bound,
Come find me, I’ll see you around.
 
It’s not the kill, it’s the thrill of the chase, they say,
But the chase nearly did me in.
I know it’s sad that it had to turn out this way,
But this is where love needs to begin.
 
Love knows where I live, and love knows where I’m bound,
Come find me, I’ll see you around,
Come find me, I’ll see you around.

©2013 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved​.


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Every Lonesome Road
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

In the morning, we’ll go our separate ways,
Not forever, but for too many days.
There’s a road that calls my name and I go,
But girl, I want you to know that I wish it wasn’t so.

While I’m gone, we’ll do what we must do,
Keep the promise, and let faith see us through.
Take my hand and hold it tight once more,
Kiss me gently, close the door,  ‘cause of this you can be sure.

Every lonesome road I travel down,
Every highway that I’ve found,
Leads me home again; they lead me straight to you.
Every lonesome mile gets counted down
Until my feet hit holy ground,
Where you wait for me, I’m gonna see it through,
then I’m never gonna leave you.

I can see you, you’re trying to hide your fears,
And you’re smiling, but holding back the tears.
Don’t you cry, you know my heart is true,
And I’m coming back to you, baby, what else would I do?

Every lonesome road I travel down,
Every highway that I’ve found,
Leads me home again; they lead me straight to you.
Every lonesome mile gets counted down
Until my feet hit holy ground,
Where you wait for me, I’m gonna see it through,
then I’m never gonna leave you.

Though it’s not our choice to make,
Every night we lie awake,
Wishing on the same old star.
I feel you there to see me through,
I finally sleep and dream of you,
I close my eyes and there you are.

Till the morning, you fade into the sun,
I keep driving, the miles count down to none.
And I’m back in your arms where I belong,
It was you who kept me strong, and you knew it all along.

Every lonesome road I travel down,
Every highway that I’ve found,
Leads me home again; they lead me straight to you.
Every lonesome mile gets counted down
Until my feet hit holy ground,
Where you wait for me, I’m gonna see it through,
then I’m never gonna leave you.

©2012 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved. 


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The Feast
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Right Here

I asked you to come here tonight to join the celebration,
I wanted you to know that I have put away my pride.
And though it’s no surprise that you’d reject the invitation,
The time has come for us to set our differences aside.
 
There will be a feast tonight right here at my own table,
I’ll take down my good china and prepare your favorite meal.
You know that I would tell you to your face if I was able,
but I must bare my conscience in the hope that I can heal.
 
I prepare a table in the presence of my enemy,
the one in the mirror who seeks to be released.
I will break this bread and raise a glass to your memory,
Rise up from the table and walk away in peace,
Rise up and be grateful for the feast.
 
I’ll start the conversation by accepting your apology,
The one you never offered that you don’t even know you owe.
And I will do my best to understand your terminology,
Knowing that your silence is the blessing you bestowl.
 
When the meal is over, I’ll smile and walk you to the door,
Thank you for the evening and bid a fond farewell.
And as I clear the table, a peace I never felt before
Will rise up from within me and I’ll know that all is well.
 
I prepare a table in the presence of my enemy,
the one in the mirror who seeks to be released.
I will break this bread and raise a glass to your memory,
Rise up from the table and walk away in peace,
Rise up and be grateful for the feast.
 
And I’ll forgive you, I’ll let it go,
But there’s one thing you’ve got to know.
The only way to see this through
Is if I learn to forgive me, too.
 
I prepare a table in the presence of my enemy,
the one in the mirror who seeks to be released.
I will break this bread and raise a glass to your memory,
Rise up from the table and walk away in peace,
Rise up and be grateful for the feast.

©2017 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.
 
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Flight 1205
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Analog Soul

I was at the airport while my ship was coming in,
Waiting on a girl who said she’d like to try again.
Knowing that my chance to save this love would all depend
on Melancholy Air, flight 1205.

We had faith and we had love and we had hope,
but the only knot I tied was at the end of my rope.
I’m staring at the tarmac and relearning how to cope,
Melancholy Air, flight 1205.

Elizabeth, Elizabeth, I would have hung the moon,
But we shot it much too soon.
That big board saying ‘Flight Delayed’  sings a sadder tune,
Melancholy Air, flight 1205.

She needed time to think things through and make them clear,
I figured we would be forever in a year.
But to my wondering eyes another suitor did appear,
Melancholy Air, flight 1205.

I sat and watched his British accent do me in,
She kept insisting they were nothing more than friends.
But when she called me by his name, I knew it had to end,
Melancholy Air, flight 1205.

Elizabeth, Elizabeth, you could have had my name,
But you forgot it, what a shame.
I look at the arrival board and wonder why I came,
Melancholy Air, flight 1205.

I have told you this before,
No one could love you more, my heart was true.
But I can’t do this anymore,
The things I’m living for won’t wait for you.

I don’t like airports, seems they always leave me blue,
Flight delays and baggage claims and hearts breaking in two,
If I never fly again, I’ll put it down to you,
Melancholy Air, flight 1205.

I was at the airport when my ship sailed yesterday,
I guess I’ll go sit at the dock of the bay.
What I’d give to make this memory go away,
Melancholy Air, flight 1205.

Elizabeth, Elizabeth, your love was just a lie,
There’s nothing left now but goodbye.
That last plane out of Morgantown isn’t gonna fly,
Melancholy Air, flight 1205.
That last plane out of Morgantown just ain’t gonna fly,
Melancholy cancelled 1205.

©2013 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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George
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

George lives next door; he’s a little bit strange but I like him.
George doesn’t work anymore; he never found too much to excite him.
George likes to bend my ear, he doesn’t have too much else to do.
He likes to drink a pint or two and pass out on the floor,
He likes to talk a lot about his trauma in the war,
It’s nothing his lobotomy and alcohol won’t cure-
well, that’s George, my friend George.

George, he’s a ladies’ man; I don’t know why the women all surround him.
George likes his one-night stands; he’s never had any feelings to astound him.
George never sleeps alone; he doesn’t have too much else to do.
He likes to take me out and buy me whiskey now and then,
He thinks that he impresses me with all his sleazy friends,
I play along and drink his whiskey, glassy-eyed I am
when I’m with George, my friend George.

I’m not sure what I like about this guy,
I’ve never seen him when he wasn’t completely high.
He doesn’t understand a thing I say,
but I’ve got nothing worse to do and so I drink the night away with George.

George seems to do all right; he’s got plenty of friends there beside him.
George stays up half the night, ‘til the whiskey and the women override him.
George likes to bend my ear; he doesn’t have too much else to do.
He likes to talk a lot about his trauma in the war,
The only one he fought was tryin’ to get up off the floor,
Whenever I need entertainment, I just go next door
and see George, my friend George.

George lives next door; he’s a little bit strange but I like him.
George lives next door; he’s a little bit strange but I like him.

©1987 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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Get A Life
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

I come over for dinner and a drink, just to be by your side.
I read the Times and I wonder what you think, you talk about the TV Guide.
And your life is full of color, nineteen inches on a screen,
Never sharper, never duller, the saddest thing I’ve ever seen.

You gotta get a life, open the curtains, take a look around.
You gotta get a life, step outside, put your feet on the ground.
If you don’t get a life, don’t look for me, I won’t be around.

All day long, I wonder where you are, and is your day goin’ all right?
You’ve just been playing with your new DVR, find out which Kardashian’s tight.
It’s your all-consuming passion, what you see is what you know,
It’s just make-believe compassion, excuse me pleae, I gotta go.

You gotta get a life, open the curtains, take a look around.
You gotta get a life, step outside, put your feet on the ground.
If you don’t get a life, don’t look for me, I won’t be around.

I know the lights, and the big city nights,
and I’d love to take you there.
But you’re on a roll with your remote control,
and you’re actin’ like you just don’t care.

Open the window, put your head outside, get a reality check!
It’s not so bad that you need to run and hide, turn yourself into a wreck.
When you find what you’ve been missing, then the truth will set you free,
But if you won’t even listen, you’ll have to watch it without me.

You gotta get a life, open the curtains, take a look around.
You gotta get a life, step outside, put your feet on the ground.
If you don’t get a life, don’t look for me, I won’t be around.

©1992, 2012 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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Gillie’s All Night Diner
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Right Here

On the north end of the city, off of Highway 54,
There’s a cozy little diner, been there thirty years or more.
Good food fast and friendly, every local knows,
They pile it tall, and best of all, they never, ever close.
 
In a booth there after midnight, a woman turns to stone,
She lives around the corner, but she’s scared of going home.
She wonders how it happened, how it all turned out this way,
And thinks of men, the three of them, who share her life today.
 
One who holds her hostage, one who holds her heart,
One who holds her secrets cold, a thousand miles apart.
Under cover of the darkness, there’s a whole world here inside,
They’re coming here, from far and near, to set the world aside.
 
Gillie’s all night diner, it’s your respite from the road,
Get yourself a Coney dog while you’re shaking off the cold.
Gillie’s all night diner, come on and sit a spell,
It’s a little taste of heaven, one mile north of hell.
 
Well, the waitress brings another to the woman in the booth,
Head hung over her iPhone as she’s searching for the truth.
Waiting for the one to sleep and the other to disappear,
She sends a text, to tell what’s next, to the secret volunteer.
 
It says, “I’ve got to be moving, I can’t stay here for long,
I’m tired of people saying everything I do is wrong.
All I need’s a change of venue, and I’ll get it all on track,
I’ll be for sure, an entrepreneur, and I’m never looking back.”
 
She’s gonna throw away the script and change her life today,
For number three is me, you see, and I’m gonna steal her away.
Under cover of broad daylight, I’m gonna make that girl my own,
But not until I get my fill of the taste that tastes like home.
 
Gillie’s all night diner, it’s your respite from the road,
Get yourself a Coney dog while you’re shaking off the cold.
Gillie’s all night diner, come on and sit a spell,
It’s a little taste of heaven, one mile north of hell.
It’s a little taste of heaven, one mile north of hell.

©2017 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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Gone Away
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

They say that time flies when you’re having too much fun,
Count the days and wonder where they go.
Even in the worst of times when nothing’s getting done,
It don’t seem that time moves all that slow.
I’m getting older, Father Time taps on my shoulder,
Seems to me it’s just a state of mind.
I’m moving on, but sometimes I take too long,
Looking back at all that wasted time.

Gone away, here for a moment and then
Gone away, never coming back again.
As long as I breathe, I’m still young,
and I believe the best is yet to come.

I think about the friends and lovers that I’ve known,
Some are gone but many still remain.
Every single one has had a hand in how I’ve grown,
They’re all part of the man that I became.
Living in the past don’t make a life that will stand fast,
but it’s okay to look back for a while.
Miss the ones who’ve gone, and in their honor, carry on,
Take the part of each that makes me smile.

Gone away, here for a moment and then
Gone away, never coming back again.
As long as I breathe, I’m still young,
and I believe the best is yet to come.

I’ll stand up to the morning and face the day head on,
I’ll shine in the sunrise, yesterday is dead and gone.
I’m a man of few regrets, I’ll learn from them and go on,
while I’ve got time to make up for the things that did go wrong...

They say that time flies when you’re having too much fun,
I’ve come to believe that isn’t so.
I believe that time cries out for living in the sun,
I’ll make the most of it before I go.
We’re not here forever, comes a time when ties are severed,
It’s what we do that counts, not how we try.
We must take the reins, for whatever time remains,
and leave a smile when it’s our time to fly.

Gone away, here for a moment and then
Gone away, never coming back again.
As long as I breathe, I’m still young,
and I believe the best is yet to come.

©2000 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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Headstrong
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Analog Soul

She said I miss you, she didn’t mean to lie:
It’s force of habit from feelings long gone by.
I sat and listened, not knowing what to do,
Lost in the moment, I said I miss you too.
But I not her and she not me, we miss the way it used to be,
Pretending it could ever be, and wishing it was right.
But trust has rolled on down the track, it’s not the only thing we lack,
So when she calls I hold it back, and try to keep things light.

I’ve gotta be headstrong, ‘cause my heart is still too weak,
I’ve gotta be headstrong, I’m doomed if I let it speak.
I’m growing old while contemplating, gotta stop it before it starts,
I know it’s cold and calculating, but my head’s just not relating to my heart.

She said sleep tight, babe, when she hung up the phone,
I lay my head back but sleep left me alone.
I feel so empty, as empty as my bed,
Lost in the silence of three words left unsaid.
We wished upon the stars above, but we weren’t wishing hard enough,
Or maybe it was really love, I guess I’ll never know.
I don’t know what I’m wishing for, but there’s one thing I know for sure,
She doesn’t need me anymore, it’s time for me to go.

I’ve gotta be headstrong, ‘cause my heart is still too weak,
I’ve gotta be headstrong, I’m doomed if I let it speak.
I’m growing old while contemplating, gotta stop it before it starts,
I know it’s cold and calculating, but my head’s just not relating to my heart.

©2013 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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I Just Wanna Be Left Alone Now
Words and Music by Mark Minervino • From the album Analog Soul

The TV plays away,
The telephone rings, but I won’t answer it.
I probably should go out,
But I know there’s no chance of it.
 
I just wanna be left alone now,
I just wanna be left alone,
Can’t you see, it hasn’t been the same for a day or two.
 
What’s that you say,
You say a man of my age and ability
Should just go on and turn the page,
Add a credit to your social flexibility.
 
But I just wanna be left alone now,
I just wanna be left alone,
Can’t you see, it hasn’t been the same for a day or two.
 
Has there ever been a day,
A clean autumn day with an empty sky.
Something gets in your way,
You can’t see it or feel it, but it passes you by.
And I just wanna be left alone now.
 
Can love be made,
In the time spent together, and the things you say?
But the price you pay,
And can you tell me why it always has to end this way?
 
The TV plays away,
The telephone rings, but I won’t answer it.
I probably should go out,
Aw, but hell, I don’t even feel like it.
 
I just wanna be left alone now,
I just wanna be left alone,
Can’t you see, it hasn’t been the same, hasn’t been the same,
Hasn’t been the same for a day or two.
 
I just wanna be left alone now,
But thank you anyway.

©1982 Mark Minervino. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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I Know
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

Hey my friend, it's not the end,
You've just gone a little farther up around the bend.
I have to say, I'm not okay,
There's so many things I didn't get the chance to say.
But I'll have time to think while you are waiting,
By and by upon that peaceful shore.
I know I'll spend some time contemplating,
What I'll say when we sit down once more.
 
I know that our paths will cross again,
I know that I'll make it until then.
So I'll hold my head up high for you,
Do the things you'd want me to.
By the passion in your soul,
And the faith that keeps us whole,
I know.
 
The morning lights feel like ice,
I miss sitting 'round the table hearing your advice.
The coffee's cold, but not your soul,
I will keep those words of wisdom until I grow old.
The music in your soul will keep on playing,
The notes and rhyme will live on as I go.
Just the other day, I heard you saying,
Before there's rainbows, rain must surely flow.
 
I know that our paths will cross again,
I know that I'll make it until then.
So I'll hold my head up high for you,
Do the things you'd want me to.
By the passion in your soul,
And the faith that keeps us whole,
I know.
 
I look around the room and see what's left behind,
The kindness in the hearts of all you knew.
And the love of the family was always on your mind,
Your heart was just, your word was true,
It's not too late to be like you.
 
I know that our paths will cross again,
I know that I'll make it until then.
So I'll hold my head up high for you,
Do the things you'd want me to.
By the passion in your soul,
And the faith that keeps us whole,
I know.

©2012 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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I Never Drink Before Ten
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

My mama raised us on the welfare, my seven brothers and me,
I’ve never been beyond these city limits, there’s nothing there I want to see.
I make my living at the bus stop, by playing on your sympathy,
Every night I write a new sob story, every day I drink for free.
You see me every morning, I’m standing in line,
And when the door opens, I’m gonna get mine.

I am an upstanding citizen, I never drink before ten,
That’s when the liquor store opens, my friend -
I’ll get my pint, go back to work, and then
I’ll play on your emotions while I drink down my potion,
Tomorrow, I’ll be back again.

People don’t think I’m educated, but boy, I got my degree,
I studied nights down at the Greyhound City College, my master of psychology.
I can turn your pockets inside out, with every word that I say,
Got a chicken in my pot, and a pint on the spot, that’s the American way.
I cash my welfare check and I pay my rent on time,
But after all of that, I haven’t got a dime.

I am an upstanding citizen, I never drink before ten,
That’s when the liquor store opens, my friend -
I’ll get my pint, go back to work, and then
I’ll play on your emotions while I drink down my potion,
Tomorrow, I’ll be back again.

Between the Greyhound and the Night Train, my life is complete,
But the nights are getting colder, and I need something to eat.

Today I think I’ll take a shower, and show the man behind the myth,
And if I make an extra buck or two, hey, I’ll spring for a fifth.

I am an upstanding citizen, I never drink before ten,
That’s when the liquor store opens, my friend -
I’ll get my pint, go back to work, and then
I’ll play on your emotions while I drink down my potion,
Tomorrow, I’ll be back again.

©1998 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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If You’re Not Mine By Now
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

Baby, it’s happened again, like so many times before,
One of us angry, one of us crying, both of us eyeing the door.
We kiss and we make up, it’s all good,
But this time, it don’t feel like it should,
I can’t do this anymore.
 
I know that your past runs deep, you never let it show,
The thought of a man who’s true to you is new to you, I know.
Baby, I know I hurt you, too,
Trying to figure out what to do,
I don’t want to watch you go.
 
I wanna take you by the hand, I wanna be your only man,
I wanna love you ‘til you can’t go on.
But if I’m gonna be your man, I’ve got to know where I stand,
If you’re not mine by now, it’s time to move on.
 
How do I figure out a way to make you see
The life you’ve been used to living is worth giving up for me?
I know that you want to have your fun,
but I’m all about one on one,
Baby, tell me what you want from me.
 
I wanna take you by the hand, I wanna be your only man,
I wanna love you ‘til you can’t go on.
But if I’m gonna be your man, I’ve got to know where I stand,
If you’re not mine by now, it’s time to move on.
 
I’d love you unconditionally, but you’ve got to give it back to me,
My love is something you can’t just borrow.
It’s time for us to take a stand, I’m placing my heart inb your hands,
I’m not asking you for forever,
but I damn sure want tomorrow.
 
If I’m gonna be your man, I’ve got to know where I stand,
If you’re not mine by now, it’s time to move on.
I’ve done everything I can do to show you that my love is true,
If you’re not mine by now…
  
©2012 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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I’ll Never Be Myself Without You
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Analog Soul

Day after day, I try to carry on,
Night after night, I don’t sleep through.
People say I’ve changed ever since you’ve been gone,
I’ll never be myself without you.
 
I’m out on the town just to see what I can find,
If only a lighter shade of blue.
I’m still searching for the me that you didn’t leave behind,
I’ll never be myself without you.
 
After all is said and done, I thought you were the one,
I could have spent a lifetime loving you,
But now it’s plain to see I’m not your cup of tea,
I’m just a phase that you went through.
 
I know other loves are bound to come along,
But they’ll never have me like you do,
I think I’ll be all right, but I always get it wrong,
I’ll never be myself without you.
 
After all is said and done, I thought you were the one,
I could have spent a lifetime loving you,
But now it’s plain to see I’m not your cup of tea,
I’m just a phase that you went through.
 
You went away with the last piece of my heart,
and to be fair, you never knew,
But I can’t pull it together since you tore it all apart,
I’ll never be myself without you,
I’ll never be myself without you.

©2014 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved. 

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The Impossible Girl
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

Try to impress her, you spend a lot of cash,
She takes your flowers and throws them in the trash-
That’s how it goes, loving the impossible girl.

And if you pleae her, she doesn’t ever show it,
But if you don’t, well, boy, she’ll let you know it-
That’s how it goes, loving the impossible girl.

She says, ‘Gimme gimme gimme gimme all that you got,
It doesn’t matter if I give back or not.
Tell me you love me, boy, you’re gonna lose me,
I just need someone to use and abuse me.’

She gives you five point nine when you get your kicks,
But that’s on a scale of ten, not six-
That’s how it goes, loving the impossible girl.

The best time she had lasted ninety minutes straight,
If it makes you feel better, he only got an eight-
That’s how it goes, loving the insatiable girl.

She says, ‘Gimme gimme gimme gimme all that you got,
It doesn’t matter if I give back or not.
Tell me you love me, boy, you’re gonna lose me,
I just need someone to use and abuse me.’

Try so hard to make the girl adore you,
She’s busy talkin’ ‘bout the ones that came before you-
That’s how it goes, loving the impossible girl.

Write her a letter, you ask her to call,
It’s been a month now, you’re bouncing off the wall-
That’s how it goes, leaving the impossible,
You oughta know, the woman’s just impossible,
That’s how it goes, loving the impossible girl.

©1996 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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It’s Not About You
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • Released as a single

In the morning, I pour my coffee in a cup
from a place out of our past.
It’s a little old but it’s perfectly fine,
even though we didn’t last.
It holds a lot of coffee, keeps it nice and warm,
I’ve always been the kind to favor function over form.
I think of you for a moment or two,
and hope you’re better now than then.
But I don’t get sentimental;
there’s no use in going back again.

It’s not about you, life goes on,
Far too fast and not for long,
Smile at the way it was then bid it adieu,
I know you know, so let it go, it’s not about you.

It’s not so hard to live and let live
if you can leave it all on the shelf.
It would be easy to forgive
if we could get over ourselves.

In the morning, I look in the mirror
and I’m grateful to be alive,
But sometimes I stare and I wonder,
What happened to nineteen eighty five?
I’ve lost a few steps but I still have my hair,
And so much more that didn’t use to be there.
Then my lady comes up behind me
and slides her arms around my chest.
She kisses me good morning
and says finish getting dressed.

It’s not about you, life goes on,
Far too fast and not for long,
Smile at the way it was then bid it adieu,
I know you know, so let it go, it’s not about you.

 
©2016 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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Lay Your Burdens On Down
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Right Here

With the rising sun
Came the dawning of your new eternal day.
All at once, you’re young,
Singing with the angels as they carry you away.
Your pain is over and your tears have all been dried,
But I still feel a bit of emptiness inside.

I watched your garden grow,
Watched you plant and water, weed and wait for fall.
You learn it as you go,
Plow the bad back under, share the good with all.
So many lessons we learned in our back yard,
Life isn’t easy, but it’s really not that hard.
Give thanks above, do what you love,
and lay your burdens on down.

In those times you fall,
Ask forgiveness and then carry on your way.
It happens to us all,
Try to make tomorrow better than today.
There’s no competition to be the better man,
when the best that you can do is to do the best you can.
And give thanks above, do what you love,
Lay your burdens on down.

The good and faithful servant has gone to his reward,
I can never pay him back, but I can pay it forward.

You know I miss you, Dad,
Just a little more each and every day.
But how can I be sad,
With all the things you left to help me on my way?
I may shed a tear every now and then,
But I’ll keep you close to me until we meet again,
And give thanks above, do what I love,
Lay my burdens on down.

Give thanks above, do what you love,
and lay your burdens on down.

​©2017 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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Maybe My Work Here Is Done
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Right Here

I was a young man with ideals, and a future away from the fields
that my Daddy left when he died in ninety four.
I never cared much for the farm, but the family would come to harm
if we didn’t keep it going like we did before.
We always did what we could to survive,
so I traded my briefcase in for a scythe.

Ever since I was seven or eight, I started planning my escape
from the Beckham County farm where I was born.
It didn’t go the way I planned, so we held on to the land,
It worked for a while but the years have left me worn.
The tough get going when the going gets tough,
But twenty two years has been long enough,
It’s gritty and rough and it never has been any fun,
and I’m starting to think, maybe my work here is done.

I used to dream of concrete canyons and intellectual companions,
Even as I plowed this field, I planned to depart.
Now I realize profoundly, as it withers all around me,
I still have time but I don’t know where to start.

Now the family’s grown and gone, packed it up and moved it on,
The way I wish I had back in the day.
I thought that one might stay around, but the dry and dusty ground
from the drought of twenty twelve drove him away.
Completing the task is the measure of a man,
But I won’t die with this scythe in my hand,
I worked the land and the land worked me and it won,
Now I’m looking around, maybe my work here is done.

Now I lay me down, baby, my work here is done.

©2016 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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Miles And Miles Away
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

I love to talk to her, I love it when she comes around,
Whenever I want to see her, it takes two days to track her down.
I’m crazy for this girl; I’ve found the oyster but there’s no pearl,
She’s hiding out in her own little world,
Miles and miles away.

She’s been falling under, she’s been on the losing side,
I make her laugh and I wonder if I know how to turn the tide.
‘Cause I’ve got a heart to lend, that maybe she’d take if I knew how to send,
Or maybe I’m just a foul-weather friend,
Miles and miles away.

She’s got a picture and some words I wrote,
Note for note in a dream that made me sad.
I thought I had her heart, we’d made it through the hardest part,
I reached for her and awoke with a start,
Miles and miles away.

She needs to be alone, she needs two feet on the ground,
That’s what she says in a warm tone that leaves me without a sound.
I’m not convinced it’s true, but it’s not my heart so what else can I do?
I hate where I’m standing but I love the view,
from miles and miles away.

I wonder if she knows, I wonder if she’s got a clue,
‘Cause I try to not let it show, I don’t know what she would do.
But I’m gonna find out soon, if what I feel is a bust or a boon,
Or are these words for the sake of a tune,
Miles and miles away?

It’s not my style to keep it all inside,
Still I hide all the things I just can’t say.
Heart, find a way, be strong,
The worst that could happen is I could be wrong.
And if she goes, she’ll be hearing this song,
Miles and miles away.

And if she goes, she’ll be hearing this song,
Miles and miles away.

©1993 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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Next Year
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Analog Soul

She dances on the hilltop catching snowflakes on her tongue,
It’s the first snow of the year.
Her happy, restless spirit serves to keep me ever young,
How I wish that she were here.
She says, Baby, we’ll do what must be done,
It won’t be long until the day,
I’ll have you in my arms for every setting sun,
You and I all the way.
 
Next year, we’re gonna be together, baby,
Right here, we’ll talk about forever,
While we have Thanksgiving dinner in our cozy old apartment,
We’ll be home.
 
I feel her passion run through the darkest night,
It’s so hard to be away.
She says I love you, and I know I’ll be all right,
I’ll live to face another day.
Now it’s Christmas, and I feel so very fine,
She sends her love across the miles,
Sealed with a kiss in the card that says she’s mine,
It won’t be long now, just a while.
 
Next year, we’re gonna be together, baby,
Right here, I’ll promise you forever,
While we have a blessed Christmas with my ring around your finger,
We’ll be home. please come home.
 
Soon came the springtime, when everything is new, and we all begin again.
But in the springtime, a young girl’s fancy turns to thoughts of other men.
Maybe the distance or too much time apart, led the girl to wander on,
All I know is that she and my heart are both gone.
 
I still wonder just who it was she found,
and why I don’t know anything.
But she has my heart, and to her I am bound,
What do I do with this ring?
 
Next year, we’re gonna be together,
But I’m still here, waiting for forever,
While I have Thanksgiving dinner in this big old lonely house,
So alone, so alone.
 
She dances on the hilltop catching snowflakes on her tongue,
It’s the first snow of the year.

©2013 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved. 

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No Comment
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Right Here

I got a phone in my pocket for fun,
Helps with my day, helps me get things done.
Keeps me in touch with long lost friends,
Even traffic and weather together on the tens.
But when I use it to check out the news
It don’t do nothing but give me the blues.
As if the stories aren’t bad enough,
I get to read all this other stuff.
Everyone throws in their two cents for free,
But two cents ain’t worth what it used to be.
 
I’ve turned the page, I don’t care anymore,
I’m done with the rage and I’ve tuned out the roar.
I’m not disengaged and I won’t be a bore, no, far from it.
But I’m not a sheep and I won’t be a shill,
I don’t need to bleep just to earn your goodwill,
I could peep but I’d rather be still, no comment.
 
I’m nearly driven to tears,
By people I’ve known for years.
Tryin’ to get in the last word first,
Only brings out everyone’s worst.
My attention is imperative,
If the story fits their narrative.
Even those with whom I agree
Make me want to turn and flee.
Force-fed opinion, served with a whine,
Is the quickest way to close an open mind.
 
I’ve turned the page, I don’t care anymore,
I’m done with the rage and I’ve tuned out the roar.
I’m not disengaged and I won’t be a bore, no, far from it.
But I’m not a sheep and I won’t be a shill,
I don’t need to bleep just to earn your goodwill,
I could peep but I’d rather be still, no comment.
 
I know where they stand, and I know what they’ll say,
I’m gonna be their friend anyway.
But lately now, when it all comes around,
I tap the screen and I scroll on down.
 
I’ve turned the page, I don’t care anymore,
I’m done with the rage and I’ve tuned out the roar.
I’m not disengaged and I won’t be a bore, no, far from it.
But I’m not a sheep and I won’t be a shill,
I don’t need to bleep just to earn your goodwill,
I could peep but I’d rather be still.

©2017 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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The One Thing
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Analog Soul

I miss your voice in the morning, and the way you’d start my day,
I miss the moments that we stole.
I miss your tender kisses and the silly things you’d say,
I miss your arms around my soul.
I miss the hours with you that seemed to never end,
I miss being your best friend.
I miss almost everything we used to say and do,
The one thing I don’t really miss is you.
 
I need to stop pretending that what we had was real,
I need to wish it could be so.
I need to keep remembering the way you made me feel,
I need to learn to let it go.
I need to be with someone who stays when times get rough,
I need a love where I’m enough.
I need to feel like I did before you proved untrue,
The one thing I don’t really need is you.
 
How many times did we try and fail?
How many times did the hurt prevail?
How many times did we shed a tear?
So many things are cloudy but my conscience now is clear,
That’s why I spend the energy on a song you’ll never hear.
 
I’d love to see you one more time and melt before your smile,
I’d love to know that you’re okay.
I’d love to hear you call my name and ask to stay a while,
I’d love to turn and walk away.
I’d love to make you see what you’ve done to this man,
I’d love to know you understand.
I’d love to forget about you and simply start anew,
The one thing I don’t really love,
No, wait, that’s not true,
How could I still be so in love with you?
 
​©2014 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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Right Here
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Right Here

You pack my bags and point to the door,
I’ve had to sing for my supper before.
We can’t agree on the way it should be,
We can’t agree to disagree.
You make me pretty, make me look hot,
You try to make me into something I’m not.
Hold me up for the world to see,
Line your pockets with my misery.
What’s it all for? I don’t need anymore,
I’m walking out the door.
 
This is the moment when your butt hits leather, sign on the line,
It’s now or never, make up your mind.
It’s my endeavor, this is my time,
This is the moment you fear.
You take it your way, I’ll take the highway,
‘cause I’ve got what I need,
Right here.
 
You told me lies, you said you believed,
I didn’t know what you had up your sleeve.
You had me fooled with your perfect smile,
You had me fooled for a little while.
You took my vision, you took control,
You took my body but you can’t have my soul.
Throw me some anger, throw me some shade,
You’ve got a lot, but I’ve got it made.
You think you own me, but I’m breaking free,
I’ve got my dignity.
 
This is the moment when your butt hits leather, sign on the line,
It’s now or never, make up your mind.
It’s my endeavor, this is my time,
This is the moment you fear.
You take it your way, I’ll take the highway,
‘cause I’ve got what I need,
Right here.

©2017 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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Seventeen Summers
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

When the nights get warm and the days get hot, I go back to a time that I miss a lot.
Raising hell and not getting caught, just my friends and I ready to play.
We were young and cocky and bold, we knew it all and we’d tell you so.
But we were happy with the status quo, we’d save the world some other day.
We’d go to the beach, throw ambition away,
While we watched the nighttime turn into day,
Hangin’ out on the pier from May to September,
Watchin’ the girls come and go.
It’s a time we thought would last forever,
Seventeen summers ago.

Well, the nights were warm and the girls were hot, I can think of one who put me on the spot.
Found out what I knew wasn’t really a lot, but she was willing to show me how.
We went to the amusement park, I was ready to burn and she was the spark,
Rockin’ the Tilt-A-Whirl long after dark, singing ‘how do you like me now?”
I’ll be damned if I remember her name,
But I’ll never forget the feeling that came,
Makin’ out on the pier from May to September,
Learning what I didn’t know.
With some girl I swore I’d always remember,
Seventeen summers ago.

The falling leaves had turned to snow,
We grew up, split up, said goodbye.
We’d get together at the holidays
to remember the summer gone by.
But as the storm came in from the coast,
We embraced and let it all go,
While we watched the pier crumble under the waves
Sixteen winters ago.

It’s been years since I thought about this, I’ve been too busy living to reminisce.
‘Til someone walked up and gave me a kiss while I was waiting to catch my flight.
I looked at her and said ‘hey, you’re the girl,’ she said ‘yeah, that was me on the Tilt-A-Whirl.’
And it all came back from that long lost world, the magic of old summer nights.
I tried not to laugh at the things we did
While she showed me the photo of her hubby and kids,
Taken out on the pier one day last September,
It looks like it did long ago.
And today I smile every time I remember
Seventeen summers ago.

Yeah, sometimes I wish that I could go back there,
Seventeen summers ago.

©1997 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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Take It All In Stride
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Right Here

Been working hard for as long as you can,
You paid your dues, and now you’re the man.
You’re on the top and you’re looking around,
Hold on tight ‘cause it’s a long way down.
 
One day you’re master and lord of it all,
Next thing you know, you’re taking the fall.
You landed hard but it don’t hurt for long,
There’s other mountains, you gotta stay strong;
The dream is still alive, so take it all in stride.
 
Life is good,
It don’t always work like we think it should.
You’re doing better than you thought that you could,
So lighten up a little, knock on wood.
 
Old man Cupid shot your arrow at last,
It missed your heart and nailed you in the ass.
It bounced right off and it just left a bruise,
Every love song’s got a little bit of blues;
The dream is still alive, so take it all in stride.
 
Life is good,
It don’t always work like we think it should.
You’re doing better than you thought that you could,
So lighten up a little, knock on wood.
 
There’s ups and downs, there’s ebb and flow,
Work it out, make it up as you go.
That other mountaintop is looking real fine,
It’s all yours if you just give it time;
The dream is still alive, so take it all in stride.
 
©2016 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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Three Thirty In The Morning
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

Three thirty in the morning, I should be dreaming of you.
My ear’s connected to this telephone, I don’t know what I should do.
My friends all think that I go it alone,
The boss is gonna figure out there’s something going on,
It’s three thirty in the morning, but I never get tired of you.
 
Met you around the holidays, you had me right at hello.
Now as winter turns to summer, I find I can’t let you go.
We talk about it almost every night,
But until I get you face to face, you know it won’t seem right.
Three thirty in the morning, and neither of us wants to go.
 
Three thirty in the morning, feels like you’re here by my side.
Your voice takes me where I wanna be, your heart’s where I need to hide.
I love the way you put my mind at ease,
But baby, don’t you know I’ve got responsibilities?
Three thirty in the morning, and I’m feeling torn up inside.
 
Torn between have to do and want to do, to be with you,
I keep working, you know it just ain’t fair.
Baby, it’s hard to keep it on the line, but anytime
that you want me, you know that I’ll be there.
 
Three thirty in the morning, I guess I’m saying good night.
I never found the words to tell you how much I need you tonight.
You know I hate it has to be this way,
But wait a minute… it’s Saturday!
Three thirty in the morning, and my weekend’s just starting with you.
Three thirty in the morning, and I’m falling in love with you.
 
©2012 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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Twelve Years, Twelve Roses
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Analog Soul

I walked into a flower shop with a big smile on my face,
Looking to impress the one I chose to take your place.
A dozen long-stemmed red ones would surely satisfy,
I asked the lady to wrap them up when something caught my eye.

A single black carnation in a vase right by the door
Made me think of something I never had before.
The lady looked at me funny when I said, “I’ll take this, too,”
But I saw a certain symmetry that made me think of you.

A single rose for every year that time left us bereft,
A single black carnation for everything that’s left.
And though I walk with higher hopes, I see in this bouquet,
Twelve years, twelve roses, and nothing left to say.

I walked out of the flower shop surprised at what I’d done,
An action borne of impulse, emotions overrun.
As I turned to face my future, your shadow in my view,
I realized another thing I knew I had to do.

And so I stopped to offer you a symbolic last goodbye,
On a bridge across the river, as the sun fell from the sky.
I held the black carnation across the water below,
I bowed my head and spoke your name, and then I let it go.

A single rose for every year that time left us bereft,
A single black carnation for everything that’s left.
I dropped it in the water and watched it float away,
Twelve years, twelve roses, and nothing left to say.

I woke up the next morning alone as I could be,
Turns out she didn’t do flowers, turns out she didn’t do me.
So I went back down to the river and walked along the shore,
I found a black carnation washed up from the night before.

I picked up the flower and put it in my lapel,
Though my heart was bruised and broken, I thought it just as well.
This time, a dozen roses was the only thing I lost,
Unlike the time I spent with you, for which I’ll never know the cost.

A single rose for every year that time left us bereft,
A single black carnation for everything that’s left.
I know that you’d be happy to see me here this way,
Twelve years, twelve roses, and nothing left to say.

Twelve years, twelve roses, and nothing left to say.

 ©2014 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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What Were You Thinking
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Every Lonesome Road

What were you thinking
when you woke up in my arms for the first time? (Oh yeah)
And what were you thinking
When you looked into my eyes and saw the sunrise?
Did it make you realize what I've tried to say so long,
The distance makes me weak, but you keep me strong.
Every day apart, no matter how I miss you,
You smile at me, and I just can't resist you.
What were you thinking when you woke up in my arms?
 
What were you thinking
when I told you I'd be leaving on the morrow? (Oh no)
And what were you thinking
When I said to keep my heart safe and protected?
Did you think I'd throw away everything you gave to me,
When my heart was wrapped in chains, you set it free.
So keep it here with you, no matter where you roam,
'cause anywhere you are, I wanna call it home.
What were you thinking when I told you I'd be leaving?
 
You and me, we've got a history
of walking when we oughta run
But it can be, I'm gonna make you see,
As long as I'm your only one.
 
You know what I'm thinking,
I wanna keep you 'round for a long time. (I do)
That's what I was thinking
When I took you in my arms for the first time.
No matter what happens, when it comes down to our hearts,
The love we have is greater than the sum of all the parts.
You may have thought you had me wrapped around your finger,
Well look down at your hand, then look up at the singer...
 
See what I'm thinking,
Yes, I'm in love with you.
That's what I'm thinking,
No matter what you do,
So what were you thinking,
when you told me that you loved me too?
 
©2012 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.

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When She Wanders In
Words and Music by Dave Laurence • From the album Analog Soul

When she wanders in, my head starts turning,
Just like it always used to do.
When she wanders in, my soul starts burning,
and I don’t know just what to do.
The answer should be easy,
she’s not mine anymore,
But the way she speaks when she calls my name,
I’m never really sure.
 
When she wanders in, my hands start shaking,
But I can’t really tell you why.
When she wanders in, my heart starts aching,
Just like the night we said goodbye.
I remember how it ended,
and old wounds open wide,
Then I see her face, and old feelings race,
that can’t be justified.
 
I wonder what would happen
if we had another try,
Would I be fool enough to forgive and forget,
or fool enough to fly?
 
When she wanders in, my heart stops beating
Just for a moment or two.
When she wanders in, my feet start retreating,
and all at once I have a clue.
Where once I used to wonder,
there’s no longer any doubt,
So I smile at her and I say hello,
then I turn and wander out.
 
When she wanders in, I lose my cool
When she wanders in, Lord, I’m just a fool,
When she wanders in.

©2014 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.


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You Knew That
Words and Music by Dave Laurence
Cover version by Curly Jackwire appears in the motion picture Dumber Than Dirt

Sun goes down and the shadows creep,
Without you here I can’t get no sleep.
But you knew that, didn’t ya?
You knew I’d be missing ya,
But you never knew how much and you never will.

I told you right from the start,
You’re the one that won my heart.
But you knew that, didn’t ya?
You knew I’d be loving ya,
But you never knew how much and you never will.

Sometimes we don’t see eye to eye,
But I never meant to make you cry.
I guess we have to compromise,
But that’s still better than telling lies.

I took you to a picture show,
I never said that i didn’t wanna go.
But you knew that, didn’t ya?
You knew I’d hate the picture,
But you never knew how much and you never will.

We don’t agree on a lot of things,
I like chains and you like rings.
But you knew that, didn’t ya?
You knew what that would get ya,
But you never knew how much and you never will.

When I get you home at night,
I know everything will be all right.
On one thing we both agree,
I’m for you and you’re for me.

You might catch my wandering eye,
But I couldn’t bear to say goodbye.
And you knew that, didn’t ya?
You knew I’d be missing ya,
But you never knew how much and you never will.
But you never knew how much and you never will.
But you never knew how much and you never will.

©1987 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved.