If you think I’m not the man I am, not real or true
Have you ever thought that I might think the same of you?
All I need is not to need you
Though a little part of me still wants a little part of you
We either walk in fairytales and dance to dreams
Or die to try to capture wonders in between
All I need is not to need you
So the better part of me will never need that part of you
All I need is here. Yes, a good time was had by…
All I need is here. Got your wish. Now you know
From above, his first love, as heaven would have it
A measure of pleasure, but nothing came of it
No lover, take cover, you learn how to doubt it
But moot point, at some point, you can’t live without it
A wink and a wiggle, he couldn’t see through it
A drink and a giggle and she said, “Just screw it!”
Believing each word, he thought she hung the moon
Now he knows how she did it ‘cause she rides a broom
Woulda, coulda, shoulda, I could spend my life
Wonderin’ if I walked away paradise
In vain, in vain, the same old rain
When it’s really pouring down, it’s hard to find the higher ground
Woulda, coulda, shoulda, that’s a foolish game
The only game in town for those who take the blame
The shame, the shame, the sad refrain
Of our sad and bitter song sung in the cold and bitter rain
From above, his first love, as heaven would have it
A measure of pleasure, but nothing came of it
No lover, take cover, you learn how to doubt it
But moot point, at some point, you can’t live without it
A wink and a wiggle, he couldn’t see through it
A drink and a giggle and she said, “Just screw it!”
Believing each word, he thought she hung the moon
Now he knows how she did it ‘cause she rides a broom
Was it a pleasure doing business? I’m not so sure of that.
Was the pain a kind of pleasure? Was that where she’s at?
A life of pain that just goes flat
I should keep it to myself. Then again, what’s the fun of that?
Now I’m right back where I started. Does it never end?
Broke and broken-hearted, but I’m on the mend
All I need is not to fall back in love again
Good luck with that!
From above, his first love, as heaven would have it
A measure of pleasure, but nothing came of it
No lover, take cover, you learn how to doubt it
But moot point, at some point, you can’t live without it
A wink and a wiggle, he couldn’t see through it
A drink and a giggle and she said, “Just screw it!”
Believing each word, he thought she hung the moon
Now he knows how she did it ‘cause she rides a broom
Words, music, recording, and production by Richard Faylor
© Deep Happy Music
richardfaylor@yahoo.com
208-713-4002