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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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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.