Danny Ray
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Lyrics

 

“Am I One?”

He sets out. Nashville bound. 6-strings and a handful of money
Several more/others who take that route. There’s nothing you could say to discourage.
It sounds great. But is it real? Perhaps a photo that never happened.
They’ll stay for a few years or so only to settle back in.

Am I one? Chasing a mirage that I’m currently making/building/creating.

Stay the course. The destination should you find
How it looks is determined by the drive
Yeah you’re one, in becoming what you are
Cause no one ever speaks/tells of him that didn’t start

At least you’ll know. There’s something to gauge.
I’ve been doing pull-ups off of the high dive
If I let go & take that plunge
I’ve got to swim out my way

That approach, is it best?
When ropes lead to the surface

Am I one? On my own but should rely/be leaning on another
Guiding hands. Different set. That would require I let go, let go, let go …

Stay the course. The destination should you find.
How it looks is determined by the drive
Yeah you’re one, setting stones on which you walk
The firm beneath your feet is for your cause

Take my best shot
To forge this path
More than attempt
To reach its end

Need to attract
Legitimate
You’ll turn your head
& Notice
Notice

Am I one? Buying in. I see illusion & inch toward
Not enough to push through. Have to back, back, back, back, down
Will regret. Ask what if? Just didn’t have it, have it have it?

Stay the course. The destination should you find.
How it looks is determined by the drive
Yeah you’re one, in pursuit of what you love
And that and that alone/my son, is enough

“Those Restless Hours”

We’re waiting. Impatient. The passing of minutes.
We’re looking for something but no one’s sure just what.
Pass the time. Creative. All carefree. All playin’.
Content or complain, we’re stuck with what we got.

Sit four to a seat all with wind in our hair.
Sleep when we can, watch the time ‘till we’re there.
Sing out our lungs. Countryside through the glass.
Passes with these restless hours.

20 questions. A sign with new letters. State license.
On this roadside we’ll find something along the way.
Searching nothing. Nothing wakens. Wakens upright. Daylight breaks-in. Just a part of what would later become the molded clay while it starts to take shape.

We finally made it. As for the time it’s taken.
It’s the dark before the new dawn comes.
The wait/beat until the sound of the start gun.
Cement poured and lying flat. Is it dried? No, not yet.
We’re the sum, sum of the pieces. Awaiting definition but defined in the wait.
In those hours near or far we were kids finding out who we are.

“A New Way for Me”

It used to be a drive I’d make
A late night trip to see your surprise
Send you a line to say
I can’t wait until we talk tonight
Well it must’ve worked cause you said, “I do”
But now our two’s becoming three
So when he looks into my eyes I’ll know there’s a new way for me

Tell her you love her before you go to bed
Crawl in and wake her up with a hug
Paint a picture of how pretty she is and remember how I told you son
When I start her eggs that’s when you put down the toast so the butter melts right when
You call her name so she knows it’s done
Until tomorrow when we do it again

Made you a science project each method I wrote about us
We were a new experiment, but now I have the/real results
I try to please, learned to fold towels in threes, and you wear for me Cardinal red
So when he asks, “Which roses should we get?” I’ll say, “She prefers tulips instead.”

Wave goodbye as she drives off to work
When she gets back run in to her arms
While she’s gone we’ll try to clean up and I’ll teach you her favorite songs
When you make the bed fold the top sheet down cause she thinks that looks best
And when she walks in say, “Mommy we cleaned, so you should lay down and rest.”

Loves just a word if not shown by/through support
All those little things will still be around
But white chocolate mousse won’t show to you the way teaching him how

He is loved more than anything else. Always remember this
To others be kind as well as polite. Life itself is a gift.
We don’t know how this works but we’ll try our best so that when that day comes
When it’s your turn to love you’ll know the way, from what you’ve been shown

“2 AM”

Look around all new faces
Not much in common yet
Well we’re here
Tell me know what's next

Learn the names
Talk it up
Avoid idle watching hands on the clock
Formal and nice but we don't hide
We’d much rather be somewhere else

The second we get back with friends we’re in our place
The space between the source that helps those times be made

It's come time to move on
We could stay here forever but that's not what we want
I'll take with me memories and stories we owned
It's 2 AM and now ya got to go home

Stroll along through the same song daily
Dread it less take it all in stride

It's funny how once distant now seems familiar
Time the ever-present passerby
The weeks gone and the night’s young
We're out content drinking as if
This was all we knew
Once the reason my cause

It starts the second I walk in and take my stock
Things look good my grin an indication of what I got

Start a new different scene
Reluctance pointless but still within arms reach
Give it time
They'll become
The ones we raise our glasses with

Separate and faceless
Each in our place
Nothing would I trade but I’d hit pause to those nights re-create

“Stone”

Are you bothered by frustration?
It's like no one notices because nothing’s done
So is there some opposition?
He that speaks should march and carry his words on

Talk is cheap
Your thoughts are cheaper
Inflationary pressure sets your tone

I’m less apt to read what you wrote in sand so leave your markings in the stone

What you said comes through quite loudly
You could raise the volume without shouting. I’d hear you better
Trade language for definition
A spoken promise only becomes valid if fulfilled

A fallen tree
In abandoned wood
Won't be heard if you're back at home

I'm less apt to read what you wrote in sand so leave your markings in the stone

Put down the stick take the hammer in hand
What's done can't be taken away

Own it

Own it and your difference will be made
Own it and your difference will be made
Own it and your difference will be made
Own it and your difference will be made

Then we'll talk
It comes in clear
Maybe this problem’s just my own

I'm less apt to read what you wrote in sand so leave your markings in the stone

I can't wait to read what you wrote in sand and then carved in to the stone

“Alive”

Lost is what was
When dreams were such
They all came and left no artifacts behind
But tonight my time is up

And I feel so alive that years from now I’ll tell my
Children of the change in me
And I can’t quite describe how the hands of muses touch me
I just don’t want them to leave

Burning bright I hope it keeps when freshly lit look past this
Where tomorrow’s brush awaits
Warmth can’t be saved
It’s lost if not spread
I fear this flame, blue, will turn in future red
In past these plans did from this point begin
But this time, I’ll reach a different end

And I feel so alive that years from now I’ll tell my
Children of the change in me
And I can’t quite describe how the hands of muses touch me
I just don’t want them to leave

Verbal thanks won’t hold the weight of
This new man created
This revolution’s yours
This revolution’s yours!

And I feel so alive that years from now I’ll tell my
Children of the change in me
And I can’t quite describe how the hands of muses touch me
I just don’t want them to leave
And I won’t be surprised if this emotion’s one day foreign
But in this moment I am changed
In this moment I am changed
In this moment I am changed
In this moment I am

“Me Asking”

If I ever had to walk through flames
To the blisters on my feet you’d be rain
This has gone on forever & I know it will continue
Through/In/Until my final breath this is me asking you

You consume me over the hurry off the subway
You’re that water drip forming an elaborate cave (making me a deep)
This is me asking though I love what we’ve been
But I wrote out a riddle with a dried out ink pen/No one answers (responds) to a riddle from a dried out ink pen

You make a thousand voices silent in a crowded room
We steal away to the car & it’s us & Mr. Moon
This is me asking can we let everybody know?
Behind the clothes in the closet you’re my unseen Van Gogh

We could block out the sun & light it up in the dark sky
Or we could turn on the sound/shut off the noise and everyone would choose to close their eyes
This is me asking for a way & I don’t care how
Let’s pull back the curtain & see what love allows