You bring out the hurt in me.

You're silence is deafening as you pass me by
Your eyes cold and distant, never meeting mine
It is like we never met, never shared this bed

The distance is great in our king size life
Somehow you cut me without words like knives,
Girl is there anything of this love left

We don't fight, we don't speak
We don't shout, we don't scream
Then why all this space in between...

No broken picture frames
There are no holes in the wall
As a matter of fact,
We don't talk at all,
But everything about you
Brings out the hurt in me

I look at the image of you in white
On that day we were all smiles
I never guessed this is where we would be

Is there a chance that our love lives on
Can we find what we once had
Girl can you ever again love me


No broken picture frames
There are no holes in the wall
As a matter of fact,
We don't talk at all,
But everything about you
Brings out the hurt in me

Eastwood

Dirty Harry on a Friday night
Delivery pizza, cold Bud Light
Just you and me at your place

You get a funny look on your face
Point your finger start to say
Boy, go ahead and make my day

I've been waiting for oh so long
For the right moment to come along
Just so girl I could say

Make your day, make your night
Make it last the rest of our lives
Make love, make it right
Girl, I wanna make you my wife
So every morning I can hear you say
Go ahead and make my day.

I think I caught her by surprise
Tears well up in baby blue eyes
And left her without a word to say

Finally when she caught her breath
She looked at me and she said
Boy, go ahead and make my day


Make my day, make my night
Make it last the rest of our lives
Make love, make it right
Boy I wanna be your wife
So every morning I can  say
Boy, go ahead and make my day.

Point that 44 at my heart
Pull the trigger, blow it apart


Make your day, make your night
Make it last the rest of our lives
Make love, make it right
Girl, I wanna make you my wife
So every morning I can hear you say
Go ahead and make my day.

The Songs of My Life

The songs of my life...

Encapsulated in the my time capsule buried in my heart is music.  Each song telling a story of a time and a place and usually a face.  The way "Lady in Red" takes me back to a sorority formal with my date who would become my wife.  Or "Can't Touch This" moves to back to a junior high dance with my moves that totally lacked any kind of rhythm.  Music marks moments.  It's MotownPhilly and Detroit Rock City.  It's Two Pina Coladas  and Margaritaville.  The smell of teen spirit is shared with all my friends in low places...music tells our stories.

I have often found it amusing and amazing how a three and half minutes can last so long in our lives.  It's comes in the burned image of the first slow dance.  It is the long highway of Bon Jovi's Lost Highway.  Somehow the melody creates a memory.  I was Livin' on a Prayer on my BMX bike through the neighborhood.  It was the Eye of the Tiger marking my underdog story of life.  I can't explain the process but somehow our heart connects to pulsing melodic tones captured by our ears.  The perfect blend of beat, melody and lyrics is like a branding iron on our soul so that every time that song plays we are instantly transported to a place in our past.

We ride the roller coaster of emotions of the music...the laughter and joy of girls just wanting to have fun to the tears of my heart going on.  It is the toe tapping fact that I wanna dance with somebody to the heart stopping tear jerking break up song.  It is the moment our song plays when there is no longer an "our" to have a song.  The music doesn't know you are heart broken, but it plays on like the first cut was the deepest and the realization that I can't make you love me and love don't live here anymore.

We are the champions, we are the champions...takes you back to that moment in a high school gym.  It is the way louie, louie was played by the pep band that launches a rocket man into a trip down memory lane.  And yesterday was just a game we played...and one of your friends says there goes my life.  Crate paper filled the  a darkened gym where you built up the courage to save the last dance for her.  It is the smell of the lake air where you realized it's so hard to say goodbye and knew it was the end of the road.

Although your glory days are gone, the music lives on...in the songs of my life!

I'm On My Way

I left a girl in the music city
For a show in Little Rock
Down a two lane road to Biloxi
For 2 night gig at the Hard Rock

I hit the road chasing a dream
In hopes of finding my heart's peace
Making music of the melodies in my mind
In every little bar in the South

(pre-chorus)
They say my stock is rising
They say I'm gonna hit the chart
Girl this is just the start

(Chorus)
They are calling my name.
    I'm on my way
They need me on the stage
   I'm on my way
Girl, can't you just see me on that walk of fame
   I'm on my way



The road gets cold and lonely
One more night, one more stage
Another smoke filled tavern
Not sure they even know my name

Above the noise of the bar
I still her voice saying
    Come home, boy come home (female vocal)
                                  (I'm on my way)

You Carry On

When I'm too heavy,

When life is too much to take

You carry me on

When I'm too much for us both

Your patience is long

You carry me on

You carry all my sins and still love

To move me past my past

You carry all my weakness

To make me stronger than I could ever be
Without YOU

When my love comes and goes

When I am cold as stone
You carry me on

When you love and I leave
When I come back heart in hand
You carry me on

You carry all my sins and still love
To move me past my past
You carry all my weaknesses
To make me stronger than I could ever be
Without YOU

It's not fair to ask you to bear all this load
I would leave, never come back, ask me to go
So Girl you can carry on, carry on
Without Me