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If I could turn back time I don't know what I'd do would you?
They say that when you look back it's easier to know what's true
I don't know about that, 'cause I don't even have a clue
Everything about this year has left me speechless
Everything about this feels temporary
I feel the winds of change taking over all I do
Instead of changing me, really they're just blowing through
We've been stuck for a while, maybe you can feel it too
Everything about this year has left me speechless
Everything about this feels temporary
I don't have an antidote for all this pain I see
But I don't have to look far to see that it's not just me
If you don't know when change will come
Then I'm right there with you
Everything about this year has left me speechless
Everything about this feels temporary
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Of The Ohio
04:17
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He said I like it but I think I really miss your edge, As we listened to my songs on his TV set, we drank a couple beers and then I went to bed, I couldn’t sleep and thought about the thing he’d said.
It’s true that I’ve been struggling since the band broke up, been looking for the melody in milder stuff, do i have to sing at the top of my lungs to be heard?
I made a decent record but it didn’t sell, I promised lot’s of money to the guys who helped, then I moved across the country and my voice gave out, I saw a bunch of doctors and they all found…..
Different things, the first was sure that it was allergies, and the second specialist said he did agree, four months, a routine and some pills a day later, and i really wasn’t getting any better
it’s gone, it’s gone and I wondered if it’s time to move on. It’s gone, it’s gone, well I had a good run and I think it might be time to sing another song….
I decided that I couldn’t throw the towel in yet, so I saw a different doctor and you’d never guess, that the thief in the night was a meal that I ate before bed mixed with stress it was eating me alive
I started on some medicine to neutralize, all the acid in my stomach, and I learned not to eat after seven….. what am I, fifty-five?
Well the symptoms eased up and the pain regressed, and a good friend’s teaching me how to deal with the stress, In the word’s of john mayer I’m In repair, And I think that the worst is behind me…
It’s gone, I think it’s gone, and I’m glad that I don’t have to move on, it’s gone, it’s gone, and I’m learning how to sing again I hope that i can write you a million songs….
When things settled down and I had a mo, to miss all my family and my friends back home, just a boy and girl of the ohio, trying to make it out on the west coast
Been asking the Lord what it all means, been writing lots of songs about my feelings, and I’m making progress in therapy, trying to make sense of why it feels so hard
to be gone, I’m gone, and I’m finding it hard to move on. I’m gone, I’m gone, when will this place feel like home I don’t know, but I’m gone, I’m gone, and I’m finding it hard to move on, I’m gone, I’m gone, do you always have to leave just to figure out where you belong?
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Another Chance
03:12
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