I Will Never Let You Go

(lyrics- J.Wiley, music, J.Wiley, J.Smith, E.Dickerson, B. Barbre, T.Johnson)

I have wandered the undefeated cites that swallow up the wayward, never to be found again

Still, I sought out the highways and the alleyways. Pretty things they like the pretty things

So after you I mothed into the flame

But now that I’ve found you, I will never let you go

I will never let you go or go from you

I have searched the highest of the mountains, I’ve rolled over the heavy stone, removed the moss from neath my nails

I have seen the open of the prairie; with stars as bright as sunlight, my direction never failed

But now that I’ve found you, I will never let you go

I will never let you go or go from you

Restless ramblers, wanting the unwanted, they fail to let their failures ramble on from off their back

As I rode on, I heard her voice behind me screaming out our old song, still I could not look back

“But now that I’ve found you, I will never let you go

I will never let you go or go from you”

Strong

(lyrics- J.Wiley, music, J.Wiley, J.Smith, E.Dickerson, B. Barbre, T.Johnson)

I met her by the river, in a crowd I heard her whisper, I knew her friend that she had with her

It wasn’t luck and I know that now. I don’t believe in luck, anyhow

Some things are hard to see, some things are lightening through the clouds

Went outside to sneak a kiss, to show her stars that don’t exhist

I tried to hold her hand in Mexico; it never left her pocket, though she was well aware

Around her neck she wore a locket, I asked how I could get in there

Gentle as the softest melody that moved me like a siren’s song

But she’s strong

Red wine makes her happy, my whine makes her mad. White dress on the pavement

Best day I ever had, best day I ever had

We danced to Stevie Wonder, friends and brothers, sisters, moms and dads

I come home, she’s in the kitchen and a record’s on, she’s listening to some young Nashville hipster

I ain’t heard of before with the same ol’ brown fedora

She still meets me at the door just like a thousand times before

I only feel like me when I’m in your company, wishing that each day prolonged

Gentle as the softest melody, still strong

Flowers on the table, when we fight just cause we’re able, then I hold her like the movies

Like Clark Gable would have done, through the night til the next day’s sun

I only feel like me when you’re right there next to me, wishing that each day prolonged

Gentle as the softest melody, still you’re strong

Lay me down and love me, turn all the lights down low. It’s you and me, my lovely; we’re never growing up, just growing old

Laura Lee

(lyrics- J.Wiley, music, J.Wiley, J.Smith, E.Dickerson, B. Barbre, T.Johnson)

 I saw her there in the corner singing somebody else’s songs

Black boots, a naked finger, just a begging’ us to sing along

And there I am, sittin’, drinking’ alone

But I been here too long to go home

Laura Lee, sugar sweet, are you drinkin’ on somebody’s tab

Leave that strange man alone, and take a sip of my bourbon instead

I heard you singing Hank 1 2 and 3 

And no one else here caught on but me

Hey Laura Lee, won’t you give me a glance

Past the tips in your glass at the end of the booth

She said “You have a request, well mister not so fast,

It’s gonna cost at least a Lincoln from you”

She says “I’ll take a short break” then she’s leaning on somebody’s arm

Sitting pretty, bottles clinkin’ while I’m trying to conjure up the charm 

But week after week, unlucky line after line

She just shoots me a wink saying, “hey, maybe next time”

Hey Laura Lee, won’t you give me a glance

Past the tips in your glass at the end of the booth

She said “You have a request, well mister not so fast,

It’s gonna cost at least a Lincoln from you”

She’s a circus, she’s a palace, she’s a weekend queen

Me oh my, look at the time, its time she looked at me

Well I’ve got no songs that I’ve been itching to hear

But if you buy me a minute, I’d love to buy me a beer

Hey Laura Lee, won’t you give me a glance

Past the tips in your glass at the end of the booth

She said “You have a request, well mister not so fast,

It’s gonna cost at least a Lincoln from you”

Hey Laura Lee, won’t you give me a chance 

I’m the man in the plaid at the back of the room

Hey Laura Lee, please look at me

Cause you know that I’ve been looking at you

I Won’t Miss You

(lyrics- J.Wiley, music, J.Wiley, J.Smith, E.Dickerson, B. Barbre, T.Johnson)

Goodbye, my not quite friend; Good riddance that you’re leaving

I do not wish this was the end, I wish there wasn’t a beginning 

If I could have drank these years away and kept a job and a clear conscience

Rest assured you know I would have, but if I did, I’d be unconscious 

So

So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, I won’t miss you

I won’t ask, so don’t tell me where you’re going and I won’t come find you

Take care, or don’t, I don’t care if you won’t 

So so long, farewell, I won’t miss you 

Hope this don’t make you too uncomfortable: My wide smile as you drive away

But then again, I don’t think you know how to feel uncomfortable after listening to all the crazy things you say

Sometimes I sit and cry and miss the days I had before you

I long for simpler times, but then I really don’t wish to bore you, so :

So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, I won’t miss you

I won’t ask, so don’t tell me where you’re going and I won’t come find you

Take care, or don’t, I don’t care if you won’t 

So so long, farewell, I won’t miss you

It’s been a long time coming and I’ve spent a long time running

Towards this moment where I could walk away

So lets not push this off much later, Cause my beard’s been growing greyer

Go find some place else to go be great

So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, I won’t miss you

I won’t ask, so don’t tell me where you’re going and I won’t come find you

Take care, or don’t, I don’t care if you won’t 

So so long, farewell, I won’t miss you

So so long, farewell, cause these last few years been a little slice of hell

So long, fare well, au revoir , sayonara, tootaloo, should I spell it?

So long, fare well, I won’t miss you

Wolves

(music and lyrics- J.Wiley)

Them wolves are gonna get you, they’re hiding in the corn

Wolves are gonna get you, before the first light of the morn

Not before too long, you will wish you had never been born

Them wolves are gonna get you, , they’re sharpening their teeth

They’re greedy for your bones, hungry for your meat

Them wolves are gonna get you, don’t you dare fall asleep

You can hope its just a coyote, maybe you only hear an owl

But owls don’t sound that mean, man, and coyote breath aint that foul

If you listen closely, I bet you start to hear them howl

Wolves are gonna get you, and they’re gonna get you soon

You can hear them over yonder, hear them barking at the moon

Are there any last words, tell me what you’d like written on your tomb

St.Mary’s River

(music and lyrics- J.Wiley)

Growing up, I knew a guy named ‘Jimmy’ & Jimmy was my friend

We’d swim in st. Mary’s river, down where the cul de sac ends

Just laughing and fishing and swimming, things were simple and easy and good back then

That’s what life was like by the river when Jimmy was my friend

I remember one summer, jimmy bought a BB gun, we both learned to shoot

We’d play cops and robbers down by the river in an abandoned chicken coup

We were just messing around when jimmy put a hole in foot, right through my shoe

daddy threw that gun in river, but at the end of the day, we still knew had to shoot

Down in Saint Mary’s river, he and I would float

We’d sleep on the grass under the fireflies, right out on up the cost

With a Spanish moss swing, a feather from a kite wing, and a little of a young man’s hope

Down the saint Mary’s river, he and I would float (6/8 break)

When I turned 16, jimmy’s uncle sold me my first car

Paid $100 for that Chevy, so I knew it would only go so far

But when Jimmy and I would get the engine to turn over, we were king’s for a day

We’d drive a long side that river, watch the sun set into riverboat’s wake

I got my first kiss down by the river, a girl named Sara Lynn

Pretty girl with big brown eyes, brown hair, and a big white grin

Jimmy found out where I was, grabbed a water pistol, climbed an tree just over heads

I laughed, Sara screamed, She never looked at me again 

Down by saint Mary’s river, that’s how life would be

Two boys, and a sky full of stars, and two heads full of dreams

Wondering what life would be like gone too far out of our reach

Jimmy made some new friends and bought an old smith and Weston up town

Took the keys to my chevy, cut two holes in a pair of pantyhose brown

They said Jimmy got twelve steps into that bank before the first shot rang out,

And that he made it out the building, but before the block ended, Jimmy went down

I didn’t stay for the funeral, I couldn’t bare to see my friend put in a box

Sent some flowers to his family, hugged my folks and packed up everything that I got

Threw it all in that chevy, put the town in the rearview, and took off without a plan

Cause I knew I could never see that river in my life ever again

in Saint Mary’s river, he and I would float

We’d sleep on the grass under the fireflies, right out on up the cost

And that river still follows me to this day, and in it I see Jimmy’s ghost

In St. Mary’s river, he and I would float

Whiskey

(music and lyrics- J.Wiley)

I’ve been lying to you darlin, I’ve been lying to you for the longest time

I’ve been lying to you darlin, it wasn’t quite that easy getting you off my mind

Cause the whiskey doesn’t work, alone here in my room,

Trying to drown the memory of you

The whiskey doesn’t work, putting me to sleep, I still wish someone was here lying next to me

If you’re still at all comcerned, the only thing I’ve learned is whiskey doesn’t work, whiskey doesn’t work for me

I’ve been lying to your darlin, I’ve been lying when I say that I’m okay

I’ve been lying to your darlin, now it’s time I finally face my own charade

But the whiskey doesn’t work when it tells me that I need it

Cause I know it’s not done nothin’ anyway

But I guess I like pretending, cause its sure nice feeling something, even if its just a numbness in my face 

If your still at all concerned, the only thing Ive learned is 

Whiskey doesn’t work, Whiskey doesn’t work

I’ve been lying to you darlin, I’ve been lying to my family and my friends

I’ve been lying to you darlin, lying to myself, when I said that I was ready for the end

But the medicine is cheap, and though it doesn’t seem to work, the alcohol is blood run through my veins

A kiss upon your mouth is tainted by the burn of a cool brown bottle pressed against my face

And I don’t want you back, I just wish you weren’t here when you are miles and hours and miles and your away

I don’t go out anymore, I don’t play much guitar, I just get lost inside the dreams inside my head

The whiskey doesn’t work, but I guess it will have to do, its better than anything you ever did

Just another heartbreak song

(music and lyrics- J.Wiley)

That ol’ bootleggers’s hill, the palest shade of green

We’d go there and watch the planes take off in the middle of the night

So close the wheels felt within our reach

Man-made Lake Marshall felt like a San Diego Beach

Why they let us swim so close to a nuclear plant, well hey honey, thats way beyond me

Now all those places might as well be cursed with some violent hex from ancient times

Won’t be going back there no matter what the reason

No matter the reason why

All my favorite places they all have became tainted since you done got up and gone

Now I spend my time sitting neath the old power lines singing just another heartbreak song

That old marquee tavern, established 1917

That two-dollar beer still seems overpriced, I’m pretty sure its just watered down fermented iced tea

But whenever I pass by there, I can only think about that night

When the owner talked my ear off til a quarter to 1, but I didn’t mind with your hand on my thigh

Now all those places might as well be cursed with some weird voodoo from ancient times

Won’t be going back there no matter what the reason

I think I’d rather drop and die

All my favorite places they all have became tainted since you done got up and gone

Now I spend my time sitting neath the old power lines singing just another heartbreak song

Billy’s pawn and liquor, went there 3 weeks after you left

Bought a fifth of wine and a Japanese’s six string, then on the discount rack I saw your wedding dress

And man was I pissed to add that place to the list

I went back home to the farm, played that guitar til the strings broke

And I’ve just about been there since

Now all those places might as well be cursed with some forgotten evil from ancient times

Won’t be going back there no matter what the reason

I can’t think of a reason why

All my favorite places they all have became tainted since you done got up and gone

Now I spend my time sitting neath the old power lines singing just another heartbreak song

Just here drinking wine neath the old power lines, singing just another heartbreak song

WannaBe

(music and lyrics- J.Wiley)

I wanna be in Austin Texas, taco trucks and future ex’s

Drive right off the 6th street exit, whiskey river’s flowing

Take me down past Amarillo, to the land of the armadillo

Feelin’ weird, feelin’ killer, feelin’ kinda reckless

I wanna be in Austin Texas

I wanna go see Empire State, press my nose against the glass and wait

For the city lights to chase away the day. I’ll stare out at the motion

I wanna go see Tokyo, pretty girls say words that I don’t know

Sushi bars, saki flowin’, straight into the ocean.

What’s the point of this commotion

I wanna be a race car driver, goin’ 200 miles an hour

Scalp pressed back against the headrest, too afraid to blink

I wanna be a superhero, cut my hair and shave my beard off 

Trademarked logo across my chest, clothes so tight I can’t think

Watch me fly, I’m a superhero

I wanna be Neil Armstrong’s footprint, forcibly insignificant

Looking down at all the clatter, feeling, knowing little matters

Take me down past Milky Way, far from CNN and “Will and Grace”

I wanna live in outer space, an alien to the aliens

I wanna be Neil Armstrong’s footprint

I wanna be

Cake

(music and lyrics- J.Wiley)

When I get home, we gonna have whiskey and chocolate cake

I’ve been gone all day and by the time I get home it will be late

I can’t blame you if you don’t but honey I’m hoping that you wait

When I get home, I want whiskey and chocolate cake

When I get home, it’ll be red wine and apple pie

I’ve been gone all week and I’m ready for a site for sore eyes

I want me, I want you, I want the couch and the candle light

When I get home, I want red wine and apple pie

Well my sweet tooth’s been driving me crazy for a little bit of sugar from you

And a sip of that devil’s brown water will be sure to set the mellow mood

When I get home, it’ll be champagne, strawberries and cream

Pop the cork, cut it and whip it, if you know what I mean

Honey, I’ve been hungry, so don’t make me hurt

I’ve been waiting long time for a taste of desert

Don’t make me beg, don’t make me ache, Now darlin’ please, don’t you be making me wait

When I get home: me, you, whiskey and chocolate cake

Want a Little More

(music and lyrics- J.Wiley)

Everybody wants what I can’t give them

Everybody needs it right away

Everybody has the right opinion, 

so everybody knows just what to say

I am falling farther down the mountain

Sinking in suburban suicide

Story after story passes by me

Still I’m waiting for my own ticket to ride

I just want to see some action, I just want to know its real

Just waiting for my life to happen, just want something I can feel

I just want the wealth of living without the fear of dying poor

I just want the rush of breathing knowing what my breath is for

I just want a little more

I’ve been in the gridlock of Long Island

I’ve held the pretty girls come Oslo, way

I’ve drank the finest wines of California

With heart scraping the depths of Cisco Bay

I’ve been spinning wheels into the concrete

I’ve been sleeping lonely, driving blind

I’ve been o’er the corners of Virginia

I’ve filled myself to hungry and drank it dry

I just want to see some action, I just want to know its real

I just wanna catch that dragon, grab it by its scaly tail

I just want the rush of breathing knowing what my breath is for

I just want the wealth of living knowing what I’m dying for

Everybody wants what I can’t give them

Everybody needs it right away

Everybody has the right opinion…

Everybody needs to go away

And I just wanna see some action, I’m only longing for an open door

I’ll always wanna slay that dragon, won’t be scared off by its roar

I just want a little more

He Knew Me

(music and lyrics- J.Wiley)

 I miss Hank Williams

I never knew him but it feels like he knew me

I’d see him smiling at me in the music magazines

Cause when my darlin’ left, I sang along with him, so lonesome I could cry

And the weekend came, all of our honky tonkin felt alright

But then came Sunday morning and like he said, “I Saw the Light”

He was with me the whole time

I miss Hank Williams, and I miss him all the time

I miss ol’ Merle

I never knew him but it feels like he knew me

Cause if I caught a rambling’ fever, he’d agree

but he could sing me back home, Bakersfield all the way to Tennessee

All his life he said ‘mama tried, but failed’ to keep him out the yard

Do you think she knows how many lives he bailed out with his songs and scars

Hope Mama knows that it turned out fine

Cause I miss Merle Haggard, and I miss him all the time

My radio is haunted by, the ghosts of rambler’s past

And all alone, I stay up at night with the voice of Mr.Cash

I yodel with the Brakeman, sometimes I hear my neighbors laugh

Sometimes I wish that they’d come back

I miss Tom Petty

I never knew him, but it feels like he knew me

Wonder if we’d be friends if we met at 23

A pair of long haired, lost boy, rock and roll refugees

He’d be playing with his band and I’d be with mine in the bar across the street

And we’d meet for a beer at the end of the night and he’d tell me that ‘even the losers get lucky sometimes’

I hope he’s right

I miss Tom Petty, and I miss him all the time

Laredo Texas Oil Well Blues

(music and lyrics- J.Wiley)

It was a cold Sunday morning when I moved to Laredo

You stayed in Virginia, I left my heart, not my hope

Spent every last dollar** when I built me that oil well

Now I pour at (for) the last bar before you hit Mexico

Each morn I go walking just outside Laredo

I long for Virginia, but there I can’t go

Laredo it calls me, the dirt and the oil

As soon as I find some, then I will go home

But here in Laredo, its nothing but ramshackle bar rooms and train tracks, blood, sweat and paychecks

Day in and day out, pouring bourbon for buyers. When I find me some oil, then I will retire

One day I went walking, just outside Laredo

I picked wildflowers like you used to do

Red, yellow, and purple, all different colors

Kept them in amphora to remind me of you

I saw a young woman walking the streets of Laredo

Hand in hand with her lover by the Mexico line

I longed for Virginia, and the Shanendoah River

when you’d be with your lover and I’d be with mine

But here in Laredo, its nothing but ramshackle bar rooms and train tracks, blood, sweat and paychecks

Day in and day out, pouring bourbon and wine. Better find me that black gold before I get old and die

One day I went walking the San Indelphonso,

watching the pronghorn play in the fields

I heard a loud cackle, a young Jaguarundi

…but in case I heard wrong, towards Laredo I heeled

The thorn grabbed my shoulder, Like a fool I had fallen*

Right into the water, facedown in the mud

When I had arisen, the water did sparkle**

Enough gold for two shillings, it was well worth my blood

That day I went walking outside of Laredo

Oil no longer became my concern

I flew with a vengeance for a sieve and a shovel

Eager to harvest, towards (to) the creek I returned

And now in this letter, postmarked from Laredo

On August the 4th, in the year of our Lord

I asked you my darling, to the scan the horizon

In the days soon to follow, I will have my reward

THE ENDING OF THE END

Honey, light the candles, pour the wine, no better way to ready us for Judgement Day

It’s either winter storms a’ siegin’ or 112 degrees in January; that’s okay, I like the indoors anyway

All our friends are partying, they say they’re, “going out in style”

As for you and me, I want to watch TV, hold your hand and smile

waiting on the ending of the end of the world

The ending of the world

It’s coming, slow and steady, buckle up kids, best get ready, boys and girls

It’s the ending of the world

and as we watch it fall to pieces, we’re all just praying “Jesus, can’t we get this over with?”

Still we’re waiting on the ending of the world

Mayans, Aztecs, ancients Romans, Donkeys, Elephants all said its coming a million ways

I used to be quite nervous, but then I looked around us

When the strange keeps getting stranger, I’m less afraid to turn the page

I haven’t trimmed my beard in weeks, and now the dog’s let on the couch

And I don’t bother taking off my boots when I walk in the house

For the past 8 days, been wearing dirty laundry inside out

And our bills are way past due, but honey, that don’t matter now

when you’re waiting on the ending of the end of the world

The ending of the world

It’s coming, slow and steady, gather round, kids, best get ready, boys and girls

It’s the ending of the world

and as we watch it fall to pieces, for all these different reasons, can’t we get this over with?

Still we’re waiting on the ending of the world

The elders of my church and I drink bourbon every Wednesday night, we’re waiting, waiting

Our leaders in the capital think they control the inevitable, we’re waiting, they’re debating

Every waking moment, we’re reminded of the ticking of a clock

How much longer do we really got

We’re freaking out, asleep in doubt pretending that we’re dreaming

But still never waking up to see that this is now our new beginning

Still we’re waiting on the ending of the world

The ending of the world

It’s coming, slow and steady, look alive, kids, best get ready, boys and girls

It’s the ending of the world

I’ve got things to do and life to see, but I’m greying in anxiety from the world

The ending of the world

With each passing tick and tock, I want more love for what I’ve got at the ending of the world

The ending of the world

and as we watch this fall to pieces, we’re all just praying “Jesus, can’t we get this over, when’s this over with?”

Still we’re waiting on the ending of the world

FULL-HANDED

(lyrics- E.Dickerson, music, J.Wiley, J.Smith, E.Dickerson, B. Barbre, T.Johnson)

I’ve been sitting here, a’wishing, Drawing pictures to pass the time

I’ve been dreaming of tomorrow, but you left us here with mom

It’s not as bad as it may sound, we’re much better when you’re gone

So I fill my empty heart with things that mean a lot, drawing pictures in the dark

I’m Full-Handed, it’s a lot to carry on

All you left were the pieces, I try to hold them on my own

I'm full-handed, when I asked you for some space

You took it as your ticket, you turned and walked away

When's the next time that I'll see you? It ain't been your weekend in a while

I've painted lots of nighttime skylines, I wish that I could paint a smile

But with Jesus holding my hand, I am brave, I'm at my best

I can make it through the troubles, I can lay it all to rest

I'm full-handed, it's a lot to carry on

All you left were the pieces, I try to hold them on my own

I'm full-handed, when I asked you for some space

You took it as your ticket. Why did you walked away?

Do you love me like you love yourself?

Do you see me like I see myself?

Do you love me like you love yourself?

Do you see me like I see myself?

Do you love me?

(lyrics- J.Wiley, music, J.Wiley, J.Smith, E.Dickerson, B. Barbre, T.Johnson)

My friends they sends us flowers in this springtime

For another that’s no longer there to chat

A rose, a couple daisies and some dandelions

They send no card, there is futility in that

A dahlia can’t mend a broken heart

Can’t fix a fractured love or raise a falling out

But my friends still sends us flowers in the springtime

To remind us of the world’s good when I doubt

I’ll send my brother flowers in the summer

Not a brother of my blood, but just the same

June sunshine, it reminds me of his mother

And that his father, he is no longer in pain

I think of black suits, dresses, an old and sweaty chapel

Hank Williams songs, the smiles, and tears like rain

I’ll send my brother flowers every the summer

Til the day he see his father yet again

My family sends me flowers in the spring time

For the baby that’s no longer on the way

And Every year the same as was the last time

Each pedal takes the place of things to say

Like ‘im sorry’ and ‘ I love you’ and ‘I know this hurts’

While Each wilting leaf reminds me still of something worse

Still my family sends me flowers in the springtime

I know a rose won’t bring my daughter fourth to nurse

But Never have I so looked forward to the curse

Of the reminder: forgetting would be worse

my family sends me flowers in the springtime

To remind me of the world’s good when I doubt

(lyrics- J.Wiley, music, J.Wiley, J.Smith, E.Dickerson, B. Barbre, T.Johnson)

Bobby’s got a 45 magnum

Black chrome, snub nose, it’s a killer

Just turned 16 going on gone

Good shot in tough spots, winner winner chicken dinner

He say’s ‘its just for trouble when its coming on strong’

But mama’s at the front door, “stay home, stay young, stay breathin, don’t be deceiving’

If you go lookin’ for trouble, then when you find it, you’re bleeding’

Bobby’a got a 45 magnum

Says he don’t wanna use it, yet Bobby still feeds it

Ain’t ever been afraid, even when he probably should

Cause fear aint a villain, its a friend, its an eden

Opens bottles on the barrel just to look tough

Shootin’ eyes at the man on his left who looks the roughest

Joe says “ Hey, bobby, you feel like bleedin?

If you ant lookin for trouble well then you better be leaving;.”

Bobby’s got a 45 magnum,

finger dancing’ on the hammer like he sees it on the TV

Fresh ink, sight scope just above his wrist

He says “Joe don’t get cocky.” Joe says “I only get greedy.”

He never had a chance with his hand on beer glass,

Holes in the back of Bobby’s chair; Joe was too fast

Now all he hears as he hades out to black, Joe shoots a beam shot then he grins with a laugh:

“Hey Bobby, how you doin’? Better yet, how ya feelin?” “Hey Joe, I’m in trouble and I’m bleedin’”

This is a song of hope sung by a man defeated

A man grown tired of the joke, waiting for his ride completed

When the world told him to beat it, he thought that was all she wrote

Now he’s learning how to cope; this is his song of hope

All he needed was a song, a song of moving on

A simple la dee da, something to whistle or to hum

All he needed was was a song, soft and sweet, not too long

A song of hope when hope is gone, find hope again and sing a song of moving on

This is a song of joy, sung by the tired and beaten

Can you hear the quiver in their voices? It’s sung both by and for the ones who need it

But as their world still burns the brighter, they fall not deeper to the fray

This is a song of joy: what’s gone can be reborn today

All he needed was a song, a song of moving on

A simple la dee da, maybe we all can sing along

All he needed was was a song, soft and sweet, not too long

A song of joy when joy is gone, find joy again and sing a song of moving on

This is a song of peace sung by the worn and overpowered

Not of the sweetness of release, for we still advance within the falter

Our sail remains the taller, our submission to the breeze

I know not where I’m going, but I will arrive in peace

We know not where we’re going; this is our song of peace

All I needed was a song, a song of moving on

A simple la dee da, something to whistle or to hum

All I needed was was a song, soft and sweet, not too long

A song of peace when peace is gone, find peace again and sing a song of moving on

A song of joy when joy is gone, find joy again and sing a song of moving on

A song of hope when hope is gone, find hope again and sing a song of moving on