This song comes from an acoustic riff that I had floating around 
for a while. Jon Robbin and I were over at Mark Moffatt's studio 
writing and it just spilled out.The three of us have a very fluid 
and easy writing style. We may come up with four or five ideas 
each time we write - just by goofing around. Like they say, it's 
a great job! ( when the money's coming in, that is). I had to get 
a line in there about Highway 93, which goes past my cabin in western 
Montana. Bruce Bouton'slide stuff is fabulous, as is the Richenbacher 
12-string doubles layed down by Gene Ford. My wish? This would get 
released by a major label and get on the radio, so I could drive around 
making some dough and listening to myself.

Our light was brighter than the shadows of doubt

We had the kind of love singers love to sing about

Running in our veins, burnin’ in our bones

Wider than the Great Plains, carved in hard stone
 
but mountains fall down, and rivers run dry

Your heart changed on me and I’ll never know why

Now I see that love is blind

There’s only one question bangin’ around in my mind
Tell me, where does love go

Set like the sun, melted like the spring snow

Spittin’ out gravel out on highway 93

With the wind cryin out, ain’t no more you and me

Tell me

Where does love go

Where does love go

Where does love go

Where does love go

When it goes
Does it drive off in cars, does it go up in smoke

Is it yesterday’s news, or some kind of joke

Is it just some word you felt like you had to say

Why do I feel so bad now you’ve gone away

Where does love go

So tie me to the mast, set me on the sea

There’s no need to ask what’s become of me

Wherever love has gone, baby, that’s where I’m gonna be

You know, I’m gonna find it, I’m gonna find it

Tell me, where does love go

Set like the sun, melted like the spring snow

Behind the mirror in some looking-glass world

Where I used to see you and me, girl

Tell me

Where does love go

Where does love go

Where does love go

Where does love go

When it goes

Where does love go

MONEY’S GOT YOU

ALEX CALL & JON ROBBIN

SPIRIT MOUNTAIN MUSIC/615 356 8188/ASCAP   Jan 2004


My Huey Lewis-style song. Money's on our minds all the time. It seems 
like such a rook. Here we have this one life to live and we have spend most
of it paying the bills. Couple that with endless, grasping desire for 
more and more goodies, and there's your modern-day LaBrea Tarpit! Perhaps 
someday future paleontologists will unearth petrified yuppies clutching 
cell-phones, encased in bills and IRS notices. I love Jimmy Nichols B-3 
parts and Gene's leads. I also think my acoustic riff is a bit of a good 
piece of work as well.


HE WORKS EIGHTY HOUR WEEKS THIRTEEN MONTHS A YEAR

HE’S ON A RUNAWAY MONEY TRAIN WITH NO ENGINEER

HE’S GOT TWO POINT SIX KIDS, HE CAN’T REMEMBER THEIR NAMES

HIS BOTTOM LINE IS GOING DOWN IN FLAMES


HE’S GONNA BUY IT ON CREDIT, BUY IT ON TIME

GONNA HAVE TO PAY IT OFF A DOLLAR ON A DIME

NO CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY, NO VACATION THIS SUMMER

HE’S WORKING OVERTIME TO FINANCE HIS HUMMER

CHECK’S IN THE MAIL, NEXT PAYMENT’S ALREADY DUE

YOU THINK YOU GOT MONEY, SONNY

SONNY, MONEY’S GOT YOU



SHE COMES DRIVIN DOWN THE STREET IN A BIG OL’ S-U-V

HANGIN ON TO THE WHEEL OVER WHICH SHE CAN BARELY SEE

SHE’S DYIN TO GET TO THE MALL, ‘CAUSE SHE WAS BORN TO SHOP

IT COSTS A LOT TO DRIVE THAT CAR

BUT IT REALLY GETS EXPENSIVE WHEN SHE STOPS


SHE’S GONNA BUY IT ON CREDIT, BUY IT ON TIME

GONNA HAVE TO PAY IT OFF A DOLLAR ON A DIME

SHE CAN KEEP UP WITH THE JONESES, THERE’S NO DOUBT

IT’S THOSE UPPITY SMITHS THAT SHE’S WORRIED ABOUT

SHE’S GOT FRENCH BOTTLED WATER, ITALIAN RUNNING SHOES

YOU THINK YOU GOT MONEY, HONEY

HONEY, MONEY’S GOT YOU



ORDINARY JOE THINKS HE’S DOIN ALRIGHT

LONG AS HE’S GOT SOMETHING FOR A SATURDAY NIGHT

BUT THE TV’S GOIN, TRANSMISSION JUST BLEW

HE TURNS TO ORDINARY JANE AND SAYS

“WHAT ELSE CAN WE DO?”



BUY IT ON CREDIT, BUY IT ON TIME

GONNA HAVE TOP PAY IT OFF A DOLLAR ON A DIME

YOUR MANSION IS A TRAILER, YOUR CAR IS A WRECK

THAT BLUE-COLLAR CHECK IS CHOKIN YOU TO DEATH

YOU’RE UP THAT MUDDY CREEK WITH NO CANOE

YOU THINK YOU GOT MONEY

MONEY’S GOT YOU

.

FREEDOM’S SUCH A LONELY WORD

Alex Call/ Jon Robbin


A pretty song - the first song John Robbin and I ever wrote 
(we're up to 80 or so now). It's supposed to be a female song, 
but I sing it better than anyone else, so...Kind of a true 
story for me, though not really: I twisted it around. And 
anyway, it's ancient history. I wanted Faith Hill to cut this 
- so if anyone knows Faith Hill, please get it to her, OK?.


I took the only road

I could have taken back then

I made the hardest choice

And I’d do the same thing again

Leavin’ you wasn’t easy, baby

But it was the only way


Now I do what I want

I go where I please

I don’t answer to anybody but me

I’m livin’ the life

I’ve always known I deserved

Oh, but the longer I’m free

The more I find

baby, sometimes

Freedom is such a lonely word


I would have stayed with you

That’s just the way I’m made inside

But I couldn’t live up to

The image of me you had in your mind

A piece of your perfect puzzle

That just wasn’t me


Now I do what I want

I go where I please

I don’t answer to anybody but me

I’m livin’ the life

I’ve always known I deserved

Oh, but the longer I’m free

The more I find

baby, sometimes

Freedom is such a lonely word


Oh, but the longer I’m free

The more I find

baby, sometimes

Freedom is such a lonely word


    

867-5309/Jenny

Alex Call/ Jim Keller


 Ah, the famous song. Why, after all the songs I written 
over the years, why is this the one with legs? Perhaps it's 
best if I don't get an answer to that quuetion. Let's just 
say, whoopie! Glad it's still going. About the creation : 
I came up with the basic thing in my backyard, under a nice 
plum tree. I was looking for four chords I hadn't heard before.  
The progression's twist is that it turns around on the two-chord 
instead of the expected five. That provides the tension in the 
riff. The little intro guitar lick just mirrors that - it worked 
out nicely. Anyway, Jim Keller, lead guitar and co-founder of 
Tommy Tutone, came over to my little rat-powered 4-track studio 
back one afternoon in 1981. I had the track going, guitar lick 
and all, plus the name and number. But I was such a dumb-ass that 
I didn't know what the song was about. Jim listened and said, 
" Al, it's a girl's number on a bathroom wall!"... Of course it was! 
We laughed and finished the lyrics in twenty minuts or so and took 
the casstte back to my house in Mill Valley, where my then wife, Dede 
(who could really tell a hit), danced around the kitchen to it. 
I never thought it would be keeping me alive twenty years later. 
There have been a lot of stories about this one. My favorite is 
one I've been told several times by different " Jennies", who used 
the name and number as the brush-off for obnoxious romeos. Glad 
to know the song has some redeeming social qualities. The Tutone 
guys have always said there was a real Jenny, but if I had told 
that story, she would have been a six-foot-four black transvestite who 
stole my wallet and then became an aide to Dick Cheney.

This was recorded live on my mini-disc at the Bluebird in a round 
hosted by Ron Hellard and featuring Buzz Cason and Chris Whallin.

Jenny Jenny, you’re the girl for me

You don’t know me but you make me so happy

I know you think I’m like the others before

Who saw your name and number up on the wall


Jenny, I’ve got your number

I’m gonna make you mine

Jenny, I’ll call that number

867-5309, 867-5309


jenny,  jenny, I dreamed that I held you

and gave you somethin’ you could hold on to

I tried to call you before, but I lost my nerve

I tried my imagination, but I was disturbed


Jenny, I’ve got your number

I’m gonna make you mine

Jenny, don’t change that number

867-5309, 867-5309


I got it, I got it

I got your number on the wall

I got it, I got it

For a good time, for a good time call


867-5309, 867-5309


jenny jenny, who can I turn to

for the price of a dime, I can always turn to you


867-5309. 867-5309

NO PLACE FOR HATE

Alex Call / Jon Robbin


This one had to come out of me. I am so sickened by the pettiness 
of nationalism, religion, racism, and all the all the non-existent 
divisions between people that drive individuals and nations to slaughter! 
Wherever I've gone in the world, I've encountered the same basic condtions 
of life: families, friends, and communities. People eat food, wear clothes, 
work, and have sex (sometimes!)The differences between cultures are so 
cosmetic that I can't begin to understand what incites idiots to hijack 
them as vehicles for killing. Take our DNA, for example: the percentage 
of chromasomes that are the same in each human being total over 98.5%. 
Yet we kill each other over 1.5% of differences( hair,skin, eye color, etc). 
As for religion: all religions are basically the same. Humans have a need 
to express themselves "spiritually". It's just like eating food. Would 
we go to war or fly airplanes into buildings because someone eats burritos 
instead low mein? Absurd. yet, that's the way it is. But when we really, 
really examine the concepts that power this mayhem, we find that concepts 
themselves have no substance. They are thin air , imaginings of the mind. 
We kill over mental contructs that have no true reality. It's crazy. We're 
crazy. When Alice stopped to ask directions of the Cheshire Cat, the cat 
told her she may take one way, " But the Red Queen is there, and she's out 
of her head", or the other, " but the Mad Hatter is that way, and he's mad!" 
Alice said, " I wouldn't like to go among mad people.", whereat the Cat 
replied, " But you're mad too, otherwise you would be here!"
I guess you can just call me Alice Call, thank you very much! Jimmy Nichols 
blows one away here with his string parts, and Gene Ford's electric 
leads on the end are postively blazeworthy. The Herricks sing BV's on the end


There are brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers,

uncles and aunts, sons and daughters

Grandmas and grandpas, cousins and in-laws,

people we’re close to, lovers and friends


there are neighbors and grocers, plumbers and teachers

policemen and bakers, busy shopkeepers

firemen, doctors, lawyers, and preachers

so many people on whom we depend


but there are no Argentineans, no Palestinians, no Chinese, no Burmese, no Americans

no Hutus, no Tutsis, no Irish, no Greeks, no Russians, Koreans, Israelis, or Germans

no Pakistanis, no French or Afghanis, no English, Italians, Iraqis, Somalis

no highjacked menace, no barbed-wire fences

no boundaries, no borders, no states

there’s no place for hate

there’s no place for hate


there are hunters and fishermen, builders and sailors,

cabdrivers , waitresses, weavers, and tailors

ditch diggers, carpenters, homemakers, farmers

puttin’ food on the table, workin’ the land


there are poets and dreamers, singers and dancers

utopian thinkers, hopeless romancers

heroes and helpers, givers and healers

people who hold the whole world in their hands


but there’re no Buddhists, no Moslems, no Catholics, no Protestants

no Sikhs or Atheists, Hindus, or Jews

no black-white-brown-red-yellow, no Yankees, no Rebels

no need to hurt those who don’t share your views

no sacred Fatherland, no promised Holy land

no reason to kill anyone for God’s sake


there’s no place for hate

there’s no place for hate

there are brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers

uncles and aunts, sons and daughters

but there’s no place for hate

no place for hate


      

CANYONLANDS

ALEX CALL / JUSTIN SMITHv


The first song Justin Smith and I wrote. We're both westerners (talk 
about cultural distinctions), and we got into talking about the glorious 
natural architecture of the West - the canyons, mountains, etc. 
The parable of the heart getting lost and the river carving its 
way out of solid stone tumbled out. If you've never been to the 
Four Corners region of the Southwest, I urge you to get in your 
car and start driving. The wide-open spaces will set your mind flying. 
There are lessons to be learned from looking at all the eroded sandstone. 
For one thing, for all that erosion, it looks the same way now as it did 
when the first humans evolved. Of course, if you don't believe in evolution, 
then, as the Red Queen said, off with your head!
Justin is a fine singer and writer who will someday have a record deal 
worthy of his talents, I hope.



ON THE ROAD HEADING NORTH OUT OF MOAB

YOU CAN SEE FOR A THOUSAND MILES

I GOTTA PUT ON MY SUNGLASSES

AS THE SUN SETS THE RED ROCKS ON FIRE

GOING INTO A DEEP DESERT CANYON

A TUMBLED DOWN GREAT WORK OF ART

SHADOWS LIE ACROSS THE CLIFFS

SHADOWS LIE ACROSS MY HEART

I SEE A RAVEN WITH JET BLACK WINGS RIDIN FREE ON THE RISING WIND 

I SEE A RIVER TRYIN TO BREAK OUT OF A PRISON WITH A THOUSAND BENDS

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME

I'M TRYIN TO UNDERSTAND

BUT BABY, MT HEART IS LOST IN THESE CANYONLANDS



THERE’S AN EMPTY BED BACK IN DURANGO

WHERE WE HELD ON TO OUR DREAMS

THE WHISPERED ONES THAT BROUGHT US TOGETHER

THE UNSPOKEN ONES THAT CAME IN BETWEEN

I SEE A PICTURE OF TWO PEOPLE IN LOVE, FOREVER RIGHT IN THEIR HANDS

I SEE A NOTE ON THE COUNTER THAT READ I’M SORRY BUT THIS IS THE END

OH WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME

I’M TRYING TO UNDERSTAND

BUT BABY, MY HEART IS LOST IN THESE CANYONLANDS


MAYBE SOME DAY I’L FORGET YOU 

MY HEART WILL REACH THE SEA

THESE CANYONS WILL END AND I WILL BE FREE


OH BUT I SEE A JOURNEY OF NO RETURN

HEADING AROUND THE NEXT BEND

COME ON MIGHTY RIVER, SWEEP ME AWAY, I DON’T CARE IF I GET OUT OF HERE AGAIN

OH WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME

IT’S TOO SOON TO UNDERSTAND

CAUSE BABY, MY HEART IS LOST IN THESE CANYONLANDS

BABY, MY HEART IS LOST IN THESE CANYONLANDS

BABY, MY HEART IS LOST IN THESE CANYONLANDS




    

THE GOOD FIGHT

Alex Call/Justin Smith


Another Justin Smith co-write. I wish I could always live up to the message 
of this one. It's easy to get discouraged in this world, in these times. 
But we have to fight the good fight - it's the only fight we've got!
I play the e-bow parts here.. go, Al, go!


There’s always been somebody ready to let me go

Never had anyone who could understand

Always been somebody ready to tell me no

Never had anyone tell me that I can

There’s always been somebody willin’ to watch me fall

Never had anyone so kind and true

Always found a reason to slam into a brick wall

But I never had anyone worth fightin’ for ‘till you

I’m gonna fight the good fight

I’m gonna give it all I’ve got for the rest of my life

I’ll try to be strong, try to be your guiding light

Admit when I am wrong, stand up for what is right

The world comes at us with sorrow

But I’ll hold on to you forever like there’s no tomorrow

As long as you’re with me, I know love is on my side

I’m gonna fight the good fight


There’ll always be somebody ready to knock you down

Never be afraid to look life in the eye

There’ll always be somebody ready to count you out

Never give up, never say die


I’m gonna fight the good fight

I’m gonna give it all I’ve got for the rest of my life

I’ll try to be strong, try to be your guiding light

Admit when I am wrong, stand up for what is right

The world comes at us with sorrow

But I’ll hold on to you forever like there’s no tomorrow

As long as you’re with me, I know love is on my side

I’m gonna fight the good fight


I’m gonna fight the good fight

I’m gonna give it all I’ve got for the rest of my life

As long as you’re with me, I know love is on my side

I’m gonna fight the good fight

 

REMEMBER ME

ALEX CALL/ ANGELA KASET


When I brought this chorus to Angela Kaset, the Goddess of All, 
I was very nervous. We had written a song before, but I wasn't 
sure she would go for this. Fortunately, she did. It's one of my 
favorite songs of all time. We had it cut by an artist named 
Rebecca del Rio, who had it on hold for year and a half. 
Rebecca told me that the album was coming out " next month", then 
she was dropped. (then Tim McGraw came out with Rodney Crowel's 
'please remember me' - a great, great song.) But someday, I hope 
that a major artist will get this one out.
Great Steel by Bruce B., lovely keys by Jimmy N.


REMEMBER ME

I’M THE NUMBER YOU DON’T CALL NO MORE

REMEMBER ME

I’M THE LETTER IN YOUR BOTTOM DRAWER

THAT SAID   YOU LIED

I CAN’T FORGET THIS TIME


REMEMBER ME

WHEN THE SUN BEATS IN YOUR BLUE BEDROOM

REMEMBER ME

WHEN ALL THAT’S LEFT IS A SAD PERFUME

AND YOU LIE ALONE

ANOTHER NIGHT HAS COME AND GONE


WHEN YOU’RE HURTIN, YOUR HEART IS BROKEN

AND YOU CAN’T SLEEP ‘CAUSE YOU CAN’T STOP CRYIN

WHEN YOU’RE LONELY

WHEN YOU’RE LONELY

BABY, WHEN YOU’RE LONELY

REMEMBER ME


I’M THE ONE WHO WAS YOUR DANCIN FOOL

REMEMBER ME

I’M THE ONE WHO WOULD HAVE DIED FOR YOU

YOUR TRUE BLUE FRIEND ‘TILL THE BITTER END


WHEN YOU’RE HURTIN, YOUR HEART IS BROKEN

AND YOU CAN’T SLEEP ‘CAUSE YOU CAN’T STOP CRYIN

WHEN YOU’RE LONELY

WHEN YOU’RE LONELY

BABY, WHEN YOU’RE LONELY

REMEMBER ME

YEAH, WHEN YOU’RE LONELY

REMEMBER ME


WHEN YOU NEED A DANCIN’ FOOL

REMEMBER ME

LIKE I’M REMEMBERING YOU

LONELY

OH, SO LONELY


 

EVERYBODY’S STANDING ON THEIR HEADS

ALEX CALL


I had this dream; I wrote this song. Unfortunately, I was awake 
when I had the dream, and it's still going - on and on. Republicans 
hate this song. That makes me glad. Unbelivable keys by Jimmy, humongous 
leads by Gene, and a pretty clever chord progression/acoustic part by 
old Al hisseff.

WOKE UP THIS MORNING IN MY BED

CRAZY DREAM STILL IN MY HEAD

GOT UP AND WALKED INTO TOWN

BUT EVERYONE WAS UPSIDE DOWN

SHOES ON THEIR HEADS, HATS ON THEIR FEET

LIKE IN A PAINTING BY MAGRITTE


(chorus)


EVERYWHERE I GO, EVERYONE I SEE

EVERYBODY’S STANDING ON THEIR HEADS

EVERYONE ELSE, EVERY ONE BUT ME

EVERYBODY’S STANDING ON THEI HEADS

UPSIDE DOWN AND INSIDE OUT

THIS IS WHAT THE WORLD IS ALL ABOUT

IN THE LAND OF THE LIVING DEAD

EVERYBODY’S STANDING ON THEIR HEADS


WAR IS PEACE, FEAR IS HOPE

BACKWARDS IS FORWARD, CLEAR IS SMOKE

GREED IS GOOD, COMPASSION BLOWS

THEY WALK ON THEIR TEETH, SMILE THROUGH THEIR TOES


(REPEAT CHORUS)


HOW DID THIS TURN INTO A MIRROR IMAGE WORLD

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PRINCIPLES OF HONESTY & GRAVITY

AND HOW CAN I FIND SOME WAY TO FLIP THAT SWITCH

OR FAILING THAT, GET SOME BOOTS THAT FIT

ON MY WEARY BRAIN


THERE IN THE DISTANCE DO I SEE

SOMEONE ELSE STANDING UP LIKE ME

SLOWLY WAKING TO THIS DREAM

ON OUR FEET, WE START TO SCREAM


(REAPEAT CHORUS)




THERE BUT FOR YOU GO I

ALEX CALL AND ANGELA KASET


A song that will someday be a standard wedding song. Once again, 
I had the basic chorus and Angela wove her magic spell around it. 
My Love and Only Lisa Carrie sings the duet with me . Lisa has a 
great CD of her own, produced by Andrew Gold. It will soon available. 
Lisa sang backup for years with Hall of Fame artist Eddie Arnold (she 
and Eddie did a duet on "Let it be Me" on Eddie's last Curb record), 
as well as ainging with Micky Gillie, Wayne Newton(!!!), and Charlie 
Louvin (on the Opry). She's way better than most of the women one hears 
on the airwaves - she should be out there singing now.


THERE BUT FOR YOU GO I

INTO THE LONELY

UNDER A STARLESS SKY

WITH NO ONE AND ONLY 

LOVE TO LAST 

AS THE YEARS PASS BY

THERE BUT FOR YOU GO I


THERE BUT FOR YOU GO I

INTO THE HEARTACHE

WHERE ALL THE SWEET DREAMS LIE

WAITING FOR DAYBREAK

ALL ALONE

WITH NO LOVE IN SIGHT

THERE BUT FOR YOU GO I


HERE 

I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M FINALLY HERE

YOU MADE THE DARKNESS DISAPPEAR

FROM THIS SAD AND LONELY LIFE

THERE BUT FOR YOU GO I


INTO THE LONELY


WITH NO ONE AND ONLY

LOVE TO LAST

AS THE YEARS PASS BY

THERE WHERE NO LOVE GROWS

WHERE THE COLD WIND BLOWS

THERE BUT FOR YOU GO I

THERE BUT FOR YOU GO I





WHEN

Alex Call / John Keller


John Keller and I wrote this song on 9-10-2001. We got done, 
and wondered what the song was all about - why we had come 
up with such a sad theme. The next day..well, we know what the 
next day was. Later, it became clear that this song was about, or for,
those who had lost loved ones on that day. But it could be about 
anyone anywhere in this world who loses someone. we never know 
what's going to happen, do we?

Jimmy plays his proverbial bee-hind off, and Bruce adds lovely steel. 

I never dreamed you would just go away

I always believed we’d have another day

The morning you left was just like all the rest

Now all I have is my faith that Heaven knows best

When

The sun lifts up the dawn

And I know I must go on

I think of you

when all the tears I cry

finally heal the sky

my heart will live again

when

from out of nowhere, baby, I found you

through one of the countless doors life could have pushed me through

the moment we met was like no other one

at last in my lonely life, I’d finally found my one

when

I hear children laugh

When Fall’s leaves tumble down the path

I’ll think of you

When all the tears I cry

finally heal the sky

My heart will live again

When

Every day seems like an eternity

I reach out across time

But you’re not here with me

When

The first grass starts to show

Through the last of the Spring snow

You’ll be gone 

when all the tears I cry

finally heal the sky

My heart will live again

When

When




I can see it from here
 
Huey Lewis/ Alex Call
 

Huey Lewis came to me with this idea. He had most of the lyrics 
written. I put them to music and added some bits here and there. 
What's funny is that it's such a traditional country song. You'd 
think old rockers such as we are would be more, er.. rockin'...
But actually, Huey and I both have listened to a lot of older 
country music. We used to share a rental house in Mill valley years ago
( boy, did we have some fun parties there!)and there might have been 
Donny Hathaway or Johnny Guitar Watson on the stereo( yes, there were 
stereo record players way back then), but also Bob Wills, or Merle Haggard.
We were great buddies with Asleep at the Wheel and Commander Cody 
and His Lost Planet Airmen. Clover would cover, from time 
to time, when we needed to, Merle and James Brown in the same set. 
So it's not that strange. We both have places in Montana(Huey has a 
bigger yard, to say the least!), and we're both outdoorsmen. we love 
country music. Where did it go?

Now, I’ve got problems, big and small
 
But I’ve got old friends to help me through it all
 
with so many lonely people, in a world that’s so hard
 
We’ve got each other, two kids running in the yard
 
Here on the back porch in the evening, it gets real clear
 
I know this ain’t Heaven – but I can see it from here
 

 Way up in the mountains, looking on a lake so still
 
 I can’t help but think of those who never will
 
There’s So little kindness, so much misery
 
So many different kinds of people longing to be free
 
Lying back looking at the stars, the sky above so clear
 
 I know this ain’t heaven
  
but I can see it from here
 
and when I look in your eyes
 
I see an angel in my life
 
This may not be Heaven, but whenever you’re near
 
I can see it from here
 

In a world of sorrow, poverty and pain
 
Sometimes I get to thinking we’re goin down the drain
 
But you show up, you cheer me up
 
You show me that you care
 
Step by step together baby, we’re gonna get there
 
Here on the back porch in the moonlight
 
It gets real clear
 
I know this ain’t Heaven,
 
but I can see it from here
 
and when I look in your eyes
 
I see an angel in my life
 
This may not be Heaven, but whenever you’re near
 
I can see it from here… I can see it from here
 


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