The following lyrics were created for the musical stories which were published. As oucollection in 2009 under the title of “Moment of Truth.” Simply click on the images below to go directly to the original story, music and complete lyrics along with other related links.
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Toward the Light
From the dawning of morning
I follow the sun
Knowing where I’ll be when the day is done
Chase the path of the sunlight
All the while summer days linger on
Stretching into weeks before me
Then fade, turning into falling autumn leaves
Scattered and swirling in the wind
However it has come to be, wherever it begins
The wind carries them along, the lost days of summer
Taking their flight toward the light
Could it be that, as they are whirling ‘round
Lighter than before, they’re homeward bound
Could it be they are really flying now
Breaking free at last from the ground, seeking the light
They are breaking free
Soaring to the light
Just as those lost days of summer, finally
Somehow fall away
There’s another day
And if those days are numbered
I will follow the sun
Chase the path of light
Until there is none
As the lost days of summer
Surely follow each other along
Week by week and winter into springtime
Always, ever turning toward the light
Thread of Life
Thread of life, spun by Fate
Binding together yesterday
With all that’s yet to be
Someday
From somewhere into this world
Spirit arrives as a boy or a girl
Through the eyes of a child
We see where we’ve been, where we’re bound
All of Life’s threads tightly wound
Day by day, so it seems
Life continues within all of our dreams
In the eyes of a child
We see who we are, who we’ve been
Imagine starting again
Somehow Life goes on
One begins when another is done
Through the life of a child
We are
Web of life spun by Fate
Binding together yesterday
With all that’s yet to be
One day
Something Out of nothing
From out of nowhere, unexpected
In a flash of brilliance
Suddenly a notion came to me
Took me by surprise
Something out of nothing
From absolutely nowhere, unpredicted
Nothing less than
Just a little stroke of genius
That thought appeared
Right before my eyes
Fell into my hands
Something out of nothing
Words fill the air
On our daily walks without destination
Footsteps keeping time
At home we sort through what we’ve said
Always looking for sparks of inspiration
Taking bits that have been lived
Then turn them into rhyme
Songs to mark the time
Something out of something
Sometimes we talk with friends while noting what they say
Once in a while a story grows from new places discovered
Often just watching everyday life stirs a dream
Then from out of nowhere, overwhelming
Where nothing was before
Appearing all at once
At my fingertips
Something out of nothing
Far beyond all reason,
Dreams and daydreams
From out of nowhere
A flash of inspiration
Right before your eyes
Falls into you hands
Just believe your eyes
Something out of nothing
Backyard Tent
Do you remember
When you were younger
You found a quiet place
That only you knew
Where you could be all alone
To figure out the day
Was it under a tree
Or beside a rushing stream
Maybe even inside a
Tattered backyard tent
I still remember
When I was worried
Or had something on my mind
I’d steal away
To my secret hideout
Where weighty doubts would disappear
My private refuge
Was always waiting
Where all uncertainty
Seemed to fade
Was it really that way
Just as simple as it seemed
Cares resolved inside my
Tattered backyard tent
Can you imagine
Now that you’re older
Your secret, quiet place
That only you know
Where you can be all alone
To figure out the day
Time and time again
To figure out the day
Finish Line
Sunday morning at seven
10-speeds to take us on our way
All the gear is packed and ready
Final check before we get started
Know just where mid-day will find us
We’ve made a number of shorter rides
This is the longest we’ve tried
To a finish line
That makes it worth all of our time
Yeah, it’s the finish line
That we have in mind
On each and every ride, we always take some time
To laugh and talk together, rhythms aligned
It really makes no difference whether we’re going slow or fast
What matters more are milestones that we pass
Soaring by patchwork fields of green
Meadows as far as we can see
Over the summit we pick up our pace
As we glide downhill, wind our faces
Tires hum and spin
Birds sit on lines with all of their friends
Watch us and wonder where we have been
Take a break around lunchtime
Under the shade of a maple tree
Eating while we are talking
Last minute thoughts before getting started
We conclude there is no reason
To focus only on the end
The best place is the one that we’re in
Not a finish line
That makes it worth all of our time
It’s not the finish line
That we have in mind
There is no finish line
Dear Dad
Dear Dad
Hope you are feeling better soon
It was so good to see you
Sorry I couldn’t stay
There’s always so much to be done
That I had to be on my way
Tell Mom
I know she ‘s doing all she can
Somehow try not to worry
Tomorrow’s another day
But I always have so much to do
I had to be on my way
I know it doesn’t matter much
There’s nothing I can do
Yet somehow, at least for the moment
Everything seems okay
Maybe after all you’ve been through
You’re finally on your way
At last, finally on your way
Wasn’t it just yesterday that I handed you a crayoned paper
Folded heart Valentine: “I love you, my big tall Daddy”
It seems like only yesterday you taught me to bait a fish-hook
I thought they wanted crusts of bread, instead of earthworms
Casting lines, spending time—childhood memories
Those times were so long ago, still I remember
So Dad
Know that you are on my mind
If you happen to need me
I’m only a call away
We’ll talk of all the times we’ve shared
And ones that are yet to be
The story of you and me
Say When
Eight AM at the Blue Rock Café
Half a cup more, then I’ll be on my way
As he pours, Memo asks how I’ve been
Before I answer, he says, “Just say ‘when’”
Say ‘when’
Just say ‘when’ is how we both agree
So the two of us decide how much it’s going to be
And though I have the final say
That bargain’s made already
When he says, “Say ‘when’
Two PM my friend takes me aside
When I have the time, there’s something to confide
But I tell him we’ll have to meet again
Maybe lunch one day, he says, “Just say ‘when’”
Say ‘when’
Just say ‘when’ is how we both agree
So the two of us decide which day it’s going to be
And though I have the final say
That bargain’s made already
When he says, “Say ‘when’
And it goes without my saying
That my handshake is as good as my word
When you look in my eyes you know who I am
Just like you
One AM and I’m finally off to bed
With a million thoughts spinning in my head
After Taking stock, I’d do it all again
Trading comfort in the times we “Just say ‘when’”
That’s the way the two of us agree
If we just say when
That’s the way that we see eye to eye
If we just say when
That’s the way the bargain’s made
Just say when
The Cyclone
Midsummer at the Lake
We dare to ride the Cyclone
Together, never alone
Firmly holding onto the bar as our car climbs up
Then dashes down, defying each sharp turn
Crashing down, through each sharp turn
Hands in the air
We’re flying over the midway
Wind in our hair
The swells and the yells
Fill the night with the promise of thrills
Brakes squeal and burn
Long lines form at the turn style
All waiting their turn
The clack of the track
Captivates them, casting a spell
feel of the ride, thrill of the daze
Enthralled with it all, carried away
The ride suddenly is through
Exhausted, at last I step from the car
Then once again compose myself
Now calm and steady
I head for the end of the line
One more time
Thrill of the ride, thrill of the spell
Enthralled with it all, falling into a trance
A ride to recall, thrill in taking a chance
Late summer at the Lake
We dared to ride the Cyclone
Together, never alone
Day after day we rode that summer away
Thrill of the ride, defying each sharp turn
Enthralled with it all, swept under a spell
A ride to recall, the thrill of it all
Sidetracked
If tomorrow is Tuesday
Then I’ve lost a whole day
I still have yet to finish
Everything I do on Mondays
If today isn’t Tuesday
There isn’t much I can say
Except time escaped me
I’m right back where I started
Running around and getting nowhere
Once again
Through a hole in my pocket
Maybe that’s how I lost it
Time is so elusive
Hard to hold
I was somehow distracted
Momentarily sidetracked
So much to think about
My head was in the clouds
Running around and getting nowhere
Once again
Suddenly chores are past due
Dozens of things are in queue
I’ll have to write it down
To get it all done
At least the basics met
No chance to try and sidestep
Simply prioritize
My feet are on the ground
Running around and getting nowhere
Are you sure it’s not Tuesday
Although I may be somewhat confused
Or mistaken
All odds are in my favor
I’m fairly sure that it’s Tuesday
Just admit you’ve made a mistake
Time escaped you
I’m not back where I started
Running around and getting somewhere
Don’t you see
There’s no way
I’m starting all over again
In fact, right here is where I need to begin
Here to Stay
Here to stay
Despite whatever I might say
Trying times
All the way through empty rhymes
No matter how the world may try and trouble me
I’m here to stay
Left alone with only one simple question
Who else can I be
Here to stay
Even if you should turn away
Weary times
Far beyond and between the lines
Though I feel swept aside at times, could lose my way
I’m here to stay
In view of all things
There is a song to sing
I have my part to play, that
Only I bring
What I must bear in mind
Each role is well-defined
This is the only way
Nothing to find
So I’m here to stay
Whatever happens, come what may
Tempered times
I’ve had my share of taking sides
So for today and always I will carry on
I’m here to stay
There is no reason to change my mind
I’m here to stay
Here to stay
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