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LY Dave Laurence Right here LYRIC BOOK 1 Back In The Day 2 The Feast 3 Breathe Awhile 4 Take It All In Stride 5 Maybe My Work Here Is Done 6 Gillie’s All Night Diner 7 Right Here 8 No Comment 9 Lay Your Burdens On Down I grew up in a suburban field, Waiting for my hopes and dreams to be revealed. While grownups talked of civil rights and Vietnam, Back In The Day Books and imaginary friends all kept me calm. Just four channels on a black and white TV, Words and Music by Dave Laurence Three had cartoons, and that suited me. Nowadays the sights and sounds just make me pop, I must be getting old, I’m not hip to the hop. I know the wheels of time don’t roll in reverse, I know it’s true that some things way back then were worse. In modern times, we’re all wont to dismiss it, But I wouldn’t mind going back there for a visit. Back when our faith and our hearts were stronger, And we stayed kids just a little bit longer. The cure for my depression is a small dose of regression, All in all, we all turned out okay, Living like we did back in the day. My Dad grew up on a citrus farm, Nine older siblings kept him out of harm. While grownups talked of crops and banks that both might fail, He got real good with a hammer and a nail. Just four stations on a big old radio, Three had gospel, swinging sweet and low. I remember times when Dad just seemed so old, He didn’t understand this thing called rock and roll. I know the wheels of time don’t roll in reverse, I know it’s true that some things way back then were worse. In modern times, we’re all wont to dismiss it, But I wouldn’t mind going back there for a visit. Back when our faith and our hearts were stronger, And we stayed kids just a little bit longer. The cure for my depression is a small dose of regression, All in all, we all turned out okay, Living like we did back in the day. Drink the water from the garden hose, Fall down from the tree and break your nose, No hands, no helmets, and no knee pads in between, Don’t you wonder how we made it to eighteen? I know the wheels of time don’t roll in reverse, I know it’s true that some things way back then were worse. In modern times, we’re all wont to dismiss it, But I wouldn’t mind going back there for a visit. Back when our faith and our hearts were stronger, And we stayed kids just a little bit longer. The cure for my depression is a small dose of regression, All in all, we all turned out okay, Living like we did back in the day. Copyright © 2017 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved. The Feast Words and Music by Dave Laurence I asked you to come here tonight to join the celebration, I wanted you to know that I have put away my pride. And though it’s no surprise that you’d reject the invitation, The time has come for us to set our differences aside. There will be a feast tonight right here at my own table, I’ll take down my good china and prepare your favorite meal. You know that I would tell you to your face if I was able, but I must bare my conscience in the hope that I can heal. I prepare a table in the presence of my enemy, the one in the mirror who seeks to be released. I will break this bread and raise a glass to your memory, Rise up from the table and walk away in peace, Rise up and be grateful for the feast. I’ll start the conversation by accepting your apology, The one you never offered that you don’t even know you owe. And I will do my best to understand your terminology, Knowing that your silence is the blessing you bestow. When the meal is over, I’ll smile and walk you to the door, Thank you for the evening and bid a fond farewell. And as I clear the table, a peace I never felt before Will rise up from within me and I’ll know that all is well. I prepare a table in the presence of my enemy, the one in the mirror who seeks to be released. I will break this bread and raise a glass to your memory, Rise up from the table and walk away in peace, Rise up and be grateful for the feast. And I’ll forgive you, I’ll let it go, But there’s one thing you’ve got to know. The only way to see this through Is if I learn to forgive me, too. I prepare a table in the presence of my enemy, the one in the mirror who seeks to be released. I will break this bread and raise a glass to your memory, Rise up from the table and walk away in peace, Rise up and be grateful for the feast. Copyright © 2017 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved. It’s true what they say, Jack’s a dull boy, All work and no play, he’s getting annoyed. Been chasing a dream, a life well spent, Breathe Awhile Someday he’s gonna wonder where the time all went. Words and Music by Dave Laurence When the struggle is real and you’re down on your knees, Live in the moment, see the forest for the trees. It’s the distractions that make it all worthwhile, You’ve got to breathe awhile. The ship won’t run aground just because you’re not around, You don’t need to make an excuse. And if you wanna stay, get out of the way, Put a chair up on the deck and just enjoy the cruise. What have you got when the dealing is done? When it’s time for counting, what have you won? You can’t take it with you, so don’t be misled, He who dies with the most toys, ain’t nothing but dead. When the struggle is real and you’re down on your knees, Live in the moment, see the forest for the trees. It’s the distractions that make it all worthwhile, You’ve got to breathe awhile. If it’s been too long, then sing your favorite song, Even if it feels a little strange. There isn’t any shame if it doesn’t sound the same, The classics never die, they just get rearranged. When the struggle is real and you’re down on your knees, Live in the moment, see the forest for the trees. It’s the distractions that make it all worthwhile, You’ve got to breathe awhile. Life is for living, so give it all you got, Even Jack can do it, there isn’t nothing to it, You’ve got to breathe awhile. Copyright © 2016 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved. Take It All In Stride Words and Music by Dave Laurence Been working hard for as long as you can, You paid your dues, and now you’re the man. You’re on the top and you’re looking around, Hold on tight ‘cause it’s a long way down. One day you’re master and lord of it all, Next thing you know, you’re taking the fall. You landed hard but it don’t hurt for long, There’s other mountains, you gotta stay strong; The dream is still alive, so take it all in stride. Life is good, It don’t always work like we think it should. You’re doing better than you thought that you could, So lighten up a little, knock on wood. Old man Cupid shot your arrow at last, It missed your heart and nailed you in the ass. It bounced right off and it just left a bruise, Every love song’s got a little bit of blues; The dream is still alive, so take it all in stride. Life is good, It don’t always work like we think it should. You’re doing better than you thought that you could, So lighten up a little, knock on wood. There’s ups and downs, there’s ebb and flow, Work it out, make it up as you go. That other mountaintop is looking real fine, It’s all yours if you just give it time; The dream is still alive, so take it all in stride. Copyright © 2016 David L. Laurence (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved. Maybe My Work Here Is Done Words and Music by Dave Laurence I was a young man with ideals, and a future away from the fields that my Daddy left when he died in ninety four. I never cared much for the farm, but the family would come to harm if we didn’t keep it going like we did before. We always did what we could to survive, so I traded my briefcase in for a scythe. Ever since I was seven or eight, I started planning my escape from the Beckham County farm where I was born. It didn’t go the way I planned, so we held on to the land, It worked for a while but the years have left me worn.