This Love

Here we are
so close and yet so far
there's a pain inside my heart
it's love

Come to me
my love won't you please
can you see
this love?

Any other girl
would never do
as long as I
dream of you

any other time
I could turn away
run away
separate

But here we are
so close and yet so far
and there's a pain inside my heart
it's love

Burning Bridges

Cold Cold wind blowing through my life again
You dry the tears that you bring.
It seems I'm lost on a bridge I've often crossed
down a road where I've often been.

What does it mean?

Burning bridges all around. I could burn these bridges to the ground
A change of heart has changed my mind.
Tomorrows morning could bring the day with all my troubles washed away
Could it really end this way this time?

Why is love so blind?

Dark dark night am I wrong or am I right
you and I could both be late
Letting go. My sorrow is like the river below.
And no one here can relate

or knows the depth

Burning bridges all around. I can burn these bridges to the ground.
Could it really end this way this time?
Who's the one who should take the blame when love is lost in a lovers game
A change of heart has changed my mind.

Why was love so blind?

Shadows

Walking in the night
when the moon is on the rise
casting shadows on the ground
I can feel their watching eyes.

Whispers in the wind
drifting to no end
I wonder what they say
in the messages they send.

I can feel them.
I can hear them.
I can see them.
I am out of touch.

Someday we'll be there too
drifting to no end
shadows on the ground
and whispers in the wind.

Out of touch.

The Money King

Written and recorded in 1993
Micah Allen and The DaisyPushers


(Listen Hear!)

Well maybe I'll win the lottery
or be a secret heir to Carnegie
where credit cards won't mean a thing to me
I'll be the money king.
The Money King.

I'd buy myself the finest things
Gold and Silver and Diamond rings
Cruise around in my limousine.
I'll be the money king.
The Money King.

So people might say I'm a spoiled brat
others might call me a dirty rat
but I won't care about all that
as long as my money book is rally fat
oh yeah...
I'll be the money king.

And maybe I'll win the lottery
or be a secret heir to Carnegie
where credit cards won't mean a thing to me
I'll be the money king.
The Money King.

Miles of Experience

It was a cool day in February last year when my car broke down.
The night was falling on the day;
pushing the warmth of it underground.
I was seven miles south of help...
without a soul around.

The shadows came out to play in the moonlight as I began to walk.
I thought about where I had been, where I would go,
and disbelieving where I was...
seven miles south of help...
without a soul around.

The night was getting colder so I picked up my pace
to hurry along in the darkness and find a safer place
This couldn't be happening...after all this was ME...
Six miles south of help...
without a soul around.

As I walked I wondered where my luck had gone without a trace,
about my ways and means, and the misfortune of this time and place.
I imagined the outcomes of this night and tomorrow...without knowing my fate but willing to make a deal.
Five miles south of help...
without a soul around.

I felt guilty about what I had left behind and sorry for all of the things that had I left inside.
If only I was not a victim of my vanity and pride.
I couldn't possibly carry it all and I hoped that it would still be there tomorrow.
Four miles south of help...
without a soul around.

I was angry that my cell phone had no reception.
and that I hadn't made it another seven miles in this direction.
I wondered why this happened to me and why I happened to be
Three miles south of help...
without a soul around.

The dark had grown darker and the cold had grown colder
And all that I carried became the world on my shoulders
My feet grew heavy and my breath grew thin. My feet, my breath, and I...
Two miles south of help...
without a soul around.

I hoped, as I drew near, that there would be a place for me.
My cell phone was dead as was my spirit from the loss of my time and energy.
I thought of those that I loved and wondered if they were thinking of me even as I was...
one mile south of help...
without a soul around.

When I arrived, I was frozen, yet my feet burned as fire. I was happy to have made the miles.
I was glad to have the comfort of a hotel room even at an uncomfortable price.
I thought about all that I had left behind and I realized then that I was,
with no rhyme or reason, in and of myself and all of my things...
without a soul around.

And as I drifted off to sleep that night
I thought about the other people here and there around the world
without cars or phones or the comforts of home
for miles around or miles away...
without a soul around.

It's All A Part

I've been up and I've been down
In my time I have been around
I've been here and I've been there
In a way, I've been everywhere

I've seen the stars shine on at night
and sing out to the night time sky
but the wind came and blew them out
one by one
leaving the moon alone to cry.

It's all a part of your life.

I've heard the words, the wind, and the rain
I've felt the love, the hate, the joy, and the pain
Do you know when you're going back again?
Do you really want to try?

It's all a part of your life.

No Words

I was once your age...many years ago
though I am a few years less than you.
Is that the reason for your animosity toward me?

I understand your pain and your lack of self control.
I can remember how it felt when I was the same.
Perhaps that is the reason that you don't talk to me.

Time and tide will take a toll and wisdom comes as we get old.
Your emotions consume you and all those around.
All of your foundations are burned to the ground.

I cannot return the favor of your fire
nor do I blame you for your lack of understanding.
It cannot be discussed because we would never agree.

I don't really mind that your silence is so loud
or that your bees are all around me, I only hope
that you will someday find your self respect so that you may tolerate me.

Until then, stare at me and I will smile
which you'll interpret as a smirk
but all in all and all the while that's just your mind at work.

No words would ever change your mind. We are night and day.
I've thought about it enough to find
there is nothing left to say.