We looked across the street It's winter, there's a soft snow falling The doors are open, there's no light I hear a faint voice calling me We walk inside into those rooms Where we once laughed and played It's all empty now, but it feels like it was yesterday
I see that cubbyhole and where we used to eat together I see the walls you built The room where I slept as a child I went downstairs into the basДment Even though the lights arДn't on I can hear the Beach Boys singin' And my brothers playin' pool
And sometimes I just want to run into your arms And let you hold me, once again I feel ashamed because I couldn't be the man You always hoped that I would become Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
And that's the staircase where I sat back in the 70s Listening to the radio, the first big hit from C& T I'd still be sitting there if anything were up to me I can hear you telling me that nothing on this Earth is free And now I see the work bench that you made with your two hands And I'd give anything to see you standing Where you used to stand To feel your hand upon my shoulder That meant comfort then To see you turn around and smile and say "Hey quatro, how you been? "
And sometimes I just want to run into your arms And let you hold me, once again I feel ashamed because I couldn't be the man You always hoped that I would become Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
So you've dedicated your entire life to one big lie It seems you are afraid to live and equally afraid to die You imparted that to me, I ate it up and swore that I Would never take part in this world or try to build a life And the people who sang "Jesus loves me this I know" Have chosen someone else and say the Bible told them so The laws of men aren't good enough for them they want their Book to be The only one allowed but, not all of it just the OT
And sometimes I just want to run into your arms And let you hold me, once again I feel ashamed because I couldn't be the man You always hoped that I would become Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
And sometimes I just want to run into your arms And let you hold me, once again I feel ashamed because I couldn't be the man You always hoped that I would become Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Compositor: John William Grant ECAD: Obra #42386955