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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