Soulscript - There By Now album lyrics

There By Now album lyrics

Heavy

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Chris Williams

© 2002 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

Something tells me there’s more than I know. A feeling inside me that’s startin’ to grow.

I’m all dressed up with no place to go. And I’m wishin’ I was somebody.

God I feel so heavy today. A hole inside me that won’t go away.

I never can find nothing clever to say. I’m a poet in a mute man’s body.

A poet in a dead man’s body.

Ain't it heavy

An empty pad of paper and a dusty guitar. A head full of nothing layin’ on the bar.

It’s one of those days you wonder who you are. And I’m waitin’ to hear my answer.

I can’t stand the sound of my own voice. Telling myself that I don’t have a choice.

And after a while I can’t stand the noise. Living in my self made prison.

Living in my self made prison

Well, one of these days I’m gonna bust down these walls. Make a big play or take a big fall.

At least I’ll know I didn’t do nothing at all. I just I want to say I did something.

Yeah I just wanna say I did something.

Ain’t it heavy, Ain’t it heavy, Ain’t it heavy

Blink

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams

© 2002 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

You’re gonna cry. When you least expect someday.

I’m not gonna lie. It’s always gonna be that way

And there’s nothing that you can do, to replace that piece of you.

And there’s nothing you can say, that’ll make the hurt go away.

Cause you blinked and it’s gone

You turned your head and it’s all long gone.

There’s always something else you can lose

And it, doesn’t take long. . . . you blink and it’s gone.

Sometimes I wonder why I get out of bed, some days I don’t even try.

Sometimes I just start the day in the same clothes I was wearing last night.

I’ve been so busy thinking about all the wrong turns I made.

I can’t remember where I’m headed this time.

Cause you blinked and it’s gone.

You turned your head and it’s all long gone.

There’s always something else you can lose

and it, doesn’t take long. . . . you blink and it’s gone.

And every once in a while, you’ll find things seem to be O.K.

So go ahead and smile, cause it’s not gonna stay that way.

You just roll with the punches. Don’t let the bastards have it all.

Keep something safe inside, so even if the sky should start to fall.

You can blink and it’s gone.

Just look around you, let’em prove your wrong

There’s always something else you can lose,

but it’s, yours ‘til it’s gone, and it’s, yours ‘til it’s gone

You blink and it’s gone.

Wannabe

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams

© 2002 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

I don’t know just what to do. Don’t know just what to say.

Although the words don’t seem to come, I’ll keep writing anyway.

Cause here I sit with pen in hand, and struggle with this task.

But I’m on the verge of something that I think is gonna last.

I wanna be remembered. I wanna make a stand.

I wanna be somebody. I wanna be a better man.

Everyone’s got hopes and dreams they cling to all their lives.

Some lost forgotten feeling that they’ve stuffed down deep inside.

But me. . . . I dream of music, I want to sing my song.

You might call me “Wanna Be”. . . You would not be wrong.

I wanna be forgiven. I wanna understand.

I wanna give’em something. I wanna lend a helping hand.

You might feel at times that your love is on the table.

You might feel at times that life is on the line.

You might feel at times that you’re willing, but not able.

I wanna be remembered. I wanna make a stand.

I wanna be somebody. I wanna be a better man.

Lord let me listen. Make me aware.

Give me the courage. . . to let somebody know I care.

Pollyanna

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams

© 2002 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

Close your eyes girl. Try to get some sleep.

Tonight you don’t need to be afraid of your own dreams.

Cause I’ll be right here watching over you.

And I won’t leave until these nightmares are through.

So dry your eyes now, cause your tears could drown us both.

I know it’s hard when all it seems to do is rain.

If you can keep your head above the water long enough,

I promise you’ll find the sun someday.

Call me Pollyanna, but I hate to see you cry.

So I’ll say anything to make you think

everything’s gonna be alright.

Things are bad right now but they can’t always be this way

So hold on girl everything’s gonna be O.K.

Look at me now, and see you’re not doing this alone.

You’re not the only one who’s ever been afraid.

Sometime I feel like my sky is falling to,

but I’ll hold yours up for as long as I am able to.

Try to think now, remember all the things that you have loved.

Remember before you gave up on your dreams

Remember singing with your hands up so high,

As if a song could make all the wrong things right.

Call me Pollyanna, but I hate to see you cry.

So I’ll say anything to make you think

everything’s gonna be alright.

Things are bad right now but they can’t always be this way.

So hold on girl everything’s gonna be O.K.

Call me Pollyanna, but I hate to see you cry.

So I’ll say anything to make you think

everything’s gonna be alright.

Things are bad right now but they can’t always be this way

So hold on girl everything’s gonna be O.K.

There By Now

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams

© 2002 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

The air around Chicago is heavy with the snow.

And the cold gets in your soul.

The city fades into the past, the suburbs come and go.

Sometimes it’s hard to keep control.

Now it’s midnight on 55 and there’s nothing to see

But the dim glow of the dashboard lights.

The radio is my company and the empty fields never end.

The world just shrinks right in.

Seems I’ve been moving as long as I’ve been breathing air

And every mile leads to the next

Looking for something, But I haven’t found it yet.

I’m looking for a place to rest.

It’s raining outside Jackson, and I can’t see a thing.

Sometimes it’s hard to see the signs.

The roads a little slippery and I’m a little scared.

I want to be out of the rain.

There’s fog along the levee, little houses come and go.

Day by day, they tumble down.

On both sides of the highway are the cities of the dead.

The only way to go is straight ahead.

Seems I’ve been moving as long as I’ve been breathing air

And every mile leads to the next

Looking for something, But I haven’t found it yet.

I should be there by now.

Rough

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams

© 2002 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

Can't say it's been good my friend. Can't say I see the end.

Can't say that you've got a clue. Sure looks rough 'round you

Hear it Howlin' . . . it’s a Hurricane. Bleed the anger. . . Feel the pain.

Won't see it another way. Won't see just how it's played.

Won't get past that point of view. Sure looks rough 'round you.

See it rising. . . it’s a river flood. Cut the tension. . . feel the love.

You alone. . . know where you're going.

You alone. . . know where you've been.

Dream today what you want, for tomorrow

You alone might live your dreams.

Hear it Howlin' . . . it’s a Hurricane. Bleed the anger. . . Feel the pain.

You alone. . . know where you're going.

You alone. . . know where you've been.

Dream today what you want, for tomorrow

You alone might live your dreams.

You alone might live your dreams.

Better Days

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams

© 2002 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

Better Days have come and gone. And Better Days have been. . .

Better Days have seen your life. Yes, Better Days my friend.

Close your eyes and dream tonight. You might find that long lost sin.

Deep within your fading world; Release your soul within.

Once a man and twice a child; holds more truth than ever known.

Living in this finite world; leaving shouldn't be so cruel.

Better Days. . . Better Ways. . . Better Days. . . Better Ways. . .

Better Days have come and gone. And Better Days have been.

Better Days have seen your life. Yes, Better Days my friend.

Friends beckon you in both worlds. wondering where and when . . .

That last breath and heartbeat gives. . . the soul new life again.

Life's glory now faded on. Nothing left to drive the soul.

An empty shell is all that remains. . . waiting to leave this world.

Better Days. . . Better Ways. . . Better Days. . . Better Ways. . .

Better Days have come and gone. And Better Days have been. . .

Better Days have seen your life. Yes, Better Days my friend.

Yes, Better Days my friend. Yes, Better Days . . . . . my friend.

Kansas City

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams

© 2002 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

I’m sorry about the way I left. I’m sorry for the things I said.

Let me apologize for everything. But, please let me come home.

I wish my head wasn’t so damn thick. I’m even making myself sick.

I know I can really be a prick. But please let me come home

Stuck in a room in Kansas City. And I feel like I’m gonna die

I’ve got a picture of you, you’re looking so pretty

It makes me wanna cry.

So, baby please pick up the phone. I don’t think I’ll make it alone.

I’ll do anything to atone. But please let me come home.

Was I so blind that I couldn’t see. That you’re the only girl for me

Now I’m begging you on my knees. Please let me come home

Stuck in a room in Kansas City. And I feel like I’m gonna die

I’ve got a picture of you, you’re looking so pretty

It makes me wanna cry.

I’ve never seen any place as dark. As Kansas City at night.

And I’ve never felt so much like, I’d lost the will to fight.

I’ve been beat down, slapped around, and made to look like a fool.

It’s not self-pity if it’s really that bad. I’m Kansas City blue.

I’m sorry about the way I left. I’m sorry for the things I said.

Let me apologize for everything. But, please let me come ho

Stuck in a room in Kansas City. And I feel like I’m gonna die

I’ve got a picture of you, and you’re looking so pretty

It makes me wanna cry.

Movin' On

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams

© 2002 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

Headed down that lonesome road, Never knowing just where I’m going

But I know I’ll be there when I feel it in the air, Yes sir, Yes I will.

Don’t know how long I’ve been gone. Trying to find my way back home.

And I know I’ll be there when I feel it in the air, Yes sir, Yes I will.

I’m on my own. Ain’t nothing much wrong.

But since my love went away, got no reason to stay.

So I guess I’ll just keep movin’ on.

How could she have done me so wrong. Just a note by the phone.

Said “darling it’s all been fun, but hey I gotta run.

Gotta get back to where I belong.”

I’m all alone. And this house ain’t no home.

So instead of sleepin’ all day dreamin’ my life away.

Thought I’d sit down and write you a song.

Headed down that lonesome road, Never knowing just where I’ m going.

But I know I’ll be there when I feel it in the air, Yes sir, Yes I will.

I’m on my own. Ain’t nothing much wrong.

But since my love went away, got no reason to stay

So I guess I’ll just keep movin’ on. Hey, so Iguess I’ll just keep movin’ on

Hey, so I guess I’ll just keep movin’ on

Welcome Back

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams

© 2002 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP

So my friend you left for a while, But now you're back again.

So it seems it was over for you. Welcome Back to The End.

Said you thought you died today, Awoke to find a friend.

Quite different than you thought it would be. Welcome Back to The End.

Welcome Back to The End.

You've gone and stepped back in time again.

Welcome Back my friend. Welcome Back to The End.

Welcome Back to The End

You've got to get back in line again.

Welcome Back my friend. Welcome Back to The End.

So my friend you left today. For a while it slipped away.

Walked the path alone again. Guess it's not your time my friend.

Welcome Back to The End.

You've gone and stepped back in time again.

Welcome back my friend. Welcome Back to The End.

Welcome Back to The End. You've gotta get back in line again.

Welcome back my friend. Welcome Back to The End.

Welcome Back to The End. Welcome Back to The End.