I'm told that living in the past is wrong
And looking too far ahead is just as bad
I stare at my shoes and chide myself
It's just so hard to be living in the now
I'm swinging like a pendulum
I can't stand still
I tend to revisit my past mistakes
I worry that the path I'm on might end
I find a spot on the wall and stare
It's just so hard to be living in the now
I'm swinging like a pendulum
I can't stand still
You know me
Though I hold it all in
Giving nothing away
And you know
You know me
I'm set in my ways
Wary of change
And you know
Subtleties
You read the signs
I can't read myself
And you know
You only
Always a surprise
Disguises fail
And you know
You know me
A mysterious gift
How you know
I don't know
There are those who doubt you
And a voice inside your head
Leads the chorus
Afraid to lose your way
Inside the mazes made of choices
Put before us
Take me to the well;
Let me drink the water
Drawn up in a vessel
That will chase away my fear
At times like these my fear
Shuts down my anxious mind
So many ways to fail
Sitting in the dark
I let the hollow glow of worries
Light my way
Take me to the well;
Let me drink the water
Drawn up in a vessel
That will chase away my fear
Precious Time
More precious now
than last year
Where does it go
I write and sing
this song is played
We work for free
We pay with time
Here I sit; passing time
letting time pass - me by
Precious Time
More precious now
than last year
Where does it go
Days go by
There's always more
That I could do
Why even try
Here I sit; passing time
letting time pass - me by
The price I pay is so high
For a life well spent
Passing time - Precious time...
There must be something…There must be something more to this.
There must be something to these words
A million lies I’ve never heard
And, you may say just what you will
It seems bizarre to me.
There must be something to my heart
So senselessly you’ve torn apart
And, you can’t say just how I feel
Or, what you are to me.
Without hope
Without dreams
Without anything –
You leave me loveless.
Without love
Without trust
It’s so obvious –
That you leave me loveless…utterly loveless.
There must be something to these lines
Deep in the corners of our minds
Some memory to show us how
To cure this agony
There must be something to these games
That, even now, seem quite the same
A little thing that won’t allow
A bit of ecstasy.
Without hope
Without dreams
Without anything –
You leave me loveless.
Without love
Without trust
It’s so obvious –
That you leave me loveless…utterly loveless.
Miracles happen every day
Behind my eyes
Beneath my skin
My wounds are healing
Wounded while reaching
Searching for miracles again
It's all right here in me
Is it enough that I'm alive
Miracles happen every day
Behind my eyes
Beneath my skin
Magical eyesight
Receiving visions
Looking for miracles again
It's all right here in me
Is it enough that I'm alive
Beside me
Behind me
Around me
Inside me
Simplicity
Simple to say
Hard to find
Simple to lose
Simplicity
Simply rare
Reproduced
It disappears
A point becomes a line
A line becomes a shape
The shapes all multiply
But I can't see the point
Complexities
Convolutions
Tangled lives
Simple underneath
Musical artifacts
Relics of a time and place
Reminding me
Taking me back
I've changed
The music remembers
Who I was
I'm making time
Taking my time
Out of the past
Making a memory
I need an anchor
I rush to the future
Letting today
Pass away
I've changed
The music remembers
Who I was
The past comes alive
Years from now
Digging thru relics
I'll find this artifact
And return
Maybe the birds outside my window
Are just some huge bird symphony,
And they're practicing, rehearsing
And warming up for some close bird harmonies
If I'm lucky
Before I die
I'll hear their performance
And they'll be singing...
Maybe the words I'm listening to
Are just words that I have said in the past,
And they've been reflected back
And come to haunt me.
Maybe if I look outside my window
You'll be standing there with the sun in your eyes,
And we can end this nightmare
Of being without you.
And we'll be singing...
Maybe we're the ones in the cage,
And we flap about for a little while,
And we eat our birdseed,
And amount to nothing.
Maybe the birds are looking in my window,
And watching me while I'm watching them,
And they say, "I wonder when he's gonna start singing."
Well I'll be singing...
Copyright 2005, FT, Theron Welch, Matthew Reiss, The Bedside