1. |
Gravity
03:55
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Gravity
the air I breathe
you and me
John Hiatt on the radio
singing from a place so low
singing about a love he's lost
living life at all cost
Gravity
the air I breathe
you and me
falling down is natural
getting up takes self control
I wanna face the morning sun
I don't wanna turn and run
Gravity
the air I breathe
you and me
John Hiatt on the radio
singing from a place so low
peace and empathy
a little love is what we need
have a little faith
Gravity
the air I breathe
you and me
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2. |
Sawyer Hamlin
03:31
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3. |
Quick As I Can
03:24
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4. |
Nothing But Blue
04:37
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5. |
Something's Gotta Give
03:07
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SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE
IF IN THIS PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS
WE FORGET THOSE LESS FORTUNATE
HOW LONG DOWN THE PATH WILL WE TRULY GET
BEFORE SOMETHING HAS TO GIVE, SOMETHING HAS TO GIVE
[CHORUS]
SOMETHING MUST GIVE WAY TO CIRCUMSTANCE
SOMETHING MUST GIVE WAY TO COMMON SENSE
‘CAUSE THERE IS NOT ENOUGH TO GO AROUND
SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE, SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE
WE CAN SHOOT A ROCKET TO THE FURTHEST STAR
BUT WE CAN’T BRING THE PEACE TO KANDAHAR
THE SHORTEST ROUTE TO PROGRESS BECOMES WAR
SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE, SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE
[CHORUS]
SOMETHING MUST GIVE WAY TO COMMON SENSE
SOMETHING MUST GIVE WAY TO CIRCUMSTANCE
‘CAUSE THERE IS NOT ENOUGH TO GO AROUND
SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE, SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE
[BRIDGE]
WHAT WILL WE SAY WHEN WE’RE ALL GONE
ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE’VE DONE IN THE NAME OF OUR CHOSEN ONES
SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE, SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE
SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE, SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE
IF IN THIS PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS
WE FORGET THOSE LESS FORTUNATE
HOW LONG DOWN THE PATH WILL WE TRULY GET
BEFORE SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE, SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE
SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE, SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE
SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE, SOMETHINGS GOT TO GIVE
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6. |
So Glad I Have You
04:01
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So Glad I Have You Moors/McCumber
Behind Vacant eyes
in the subway line
I've seen lovers lost
I've seen troubled times
lonely stories overheard
I couldn't change one word
felt like I was running out of time
without a hand to hold
I had nowhere to go
then I found you and you found me too
you turn the darkest skies to the brightest blue
you give me confidence and a broader view
I wanna grow old with you
you lift me up when I've been knocked down
I feel so much better when you're around
its hard but I know I must lose control
I'm so glad I have you
as the years roll by its you and I
together in this crowded world
again we find ourselves alone
as the family we've raised has grown
nothing like space and time to remind
then I found you and you found me too
you turn the darkest skies to the brightest blue
you give me confidence and a broader view
I wanna grow old with you
you know you lift me up when I've been knocked down
I feel so much better when your around
its hard but I know I must lose control
and when I lose control
I'm so glad I have you
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7. |
3000 Miles
03:28
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3000 Miles
My name is Robert Wilson,
I'm from Eau Claire, Wisconsin.
I've been living out of a
suitcase now for fourteen days...
I walked the boulevard in Hollywood,
I caught a Vegas show that was no good --
Met a dancer there that starred in a broadway play.
But it's a lonely world from this Greyhound,
Believe me, I've been here fourteen days.
Three thousand miles,
I've been here fourteen days,
Three thousand miles...
Now twenty-one is as good a guess as any age that I'd confess to,
Let's just say I'm old enough to get away.
Back in school, I found the only written truth
On bathroom stalls and telephone booths.
I studied awhile, but college got in my way.
I've learned much more from the back of this Greyhound,
Believe me, I've been here fourteen days.
Chorus
Have you seen?
The world outside is turning --
And it's yours --
we were put here for the learning.
People talk to themselves on Greyhounds,
Even the driver strains to hear
They tell the same forgotten story --
Will it fall on forgetful ears?
Down in Houston on comes this woman
With two kids and a bottle of booze,
And she cracked them both like match heads
Whenever they ventured too close to her fuse.
And I sat with a girl from Boston,
Playing cards for cigarettes.
I lost her name with the poker game,
But her face I will never forget --
You never forget the view from these windows,
Believe me, I've been here fourteen days...
Three thousand miles,
I've come a long, long way,
Three thousand miles...
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8. |
Caged Bird
05:15
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CAGED BIRD
I THINK I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS
NO MONEY IN YOUR POCKET AND NO DIAMOND RINGS
SOME THINGS HAVEN’T WORKED OUT THE WAY WE’VE PLANNED
WE CAME TOGETHER IN THE WILDERNESS
IN YOUR HAND-ME-DOWN COTTON DRESS
OUR EYES ALIGHT UNDER THE AUGUST MOON
[CHORUS]
HAND IN HAND, EYE TO EYE
WHEN LOVE IS DEEP, THE RIVER IS WIDE
AND I WILL SING, YOU TO SLEEP
WHEN YOU’VE BEEN WHERE NO ONE ELSE HAS BEEN
WHEN YOU’VE SEEN WHAT NO ONE ELSE HAS SEEN
THERE ARE NO WORDS FIT TO EXPLAIN
[CHORUS]
HAND IN HAND, EYE TO EYE
WHEN LOVE IS DEEP, THE RIVER IS WIDE
AND I WILL SING, YOU TO SLEEP
I THINK I KNOW WHY THE CAGED BIRD SINGS
‘CAUSE LIFE IS FULL OF SO MANY THINGS
SOME HURT SO BAD AND SOME FEEL SO GOOD
[CHORUS]
HAND IN HAND, EYE TO EYE
WHEN LOVE IS DEEP, THE RIVER IS WIDE
AND I WILL SING, YOU TO SLEEP
HAND IN HAND, EYE TO EYE
WHEN LOVE IS DEEP, THE RIVER IS WIDE
AND I WILL SING, YOU TO SLEEP
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9. |
Leaving For Cobh
02:53
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LEAVING FOR COBH
STILL THERE’S FOOD IN THE FIELD, I HAVE LITTLE DOUBT
THEY’VE FOUND A SOLUTION FOR THINNING US OUT
NOW THE WORK HOUSE IS FULL, SO WE’RE PACKING IT UP
LEAVING FOR COBH IN THE MORNING
[CHORUS]
WE DRINK TO REMEMBER, WE DRINK TO FORGET
WE DRINK TO PUT REST, THE GHOSTS IN OUR HEAD
WHO REMIND US OF HOME AS WE SAIL TO NEW LANDS
WE’RE LEAVING FOR COBH IN THE MORNING
MA FELL TO THE HUNGER, THE NIGHT BEFORE LAST
SHE GAVE ALL SHE HAD TO CARE FOR THE REST
BUT THE LANDLORD HAS SAID THERE’LL BE NO ROOM WITHOUT RENT
SO WE’RE LEAVING FOR COBH IN THE MORNING
[CHORUS]
WE DRINK TO REMEMBER, WE DRINK TO FORGET
WE DRINK TO PUT REST, THE GHOSTS IN OUR HEAD
WHO REMIND US OF HOME AS WE SAIL TO NEW LANDS
WE’RE LEAVING FOR COBH IN THE MORNING
IN THE NIGHTS YOU CAN HEAR THE CARTS PASSING BY
DELIVERING LOVED ONES TO HOMES IN THE SKY
AND I CRY IN MY PILLOW AND ASK THE LORD WHY
WE’RE LEAVING FOR COBH IN THE MORNING
[CHORUS]
WE DRINK TO REMEMBER, WE DRINK TO FORGET
WE DRINK TO PUT REST, THE GHOSTS IN OUR HEAD
WHO REMIND US OF HOME AS WE SAIL TO NEW LANDS
WE’RE LEAVING FOR COBH IN THE MORNING
[CHORUS]
WE DRINK TO REMEMBER, WE DRINK TO FORGET
WE DRINK TO PUT REST, THE GHOSTS IN OUR HEAD
WHO REMIND US OF HOME AS WE SAIL TO NEW LANDS
WE’RE LEAVING FOR COBH IN THE MORNING
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10. |
Marjorie
03:36
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11. |
Long Way Down
04:47
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Moors & McCumber Boulder, Colorado
James Moors and Kort McCumber are Americana musicians who craft beautiful story songs that walk the line between rootsy folk and melodic pop. The two songwriters met at the Rocky Mountain Folks Festival in Lyons, CO in 2005. Sitting around swapping songs, they each heard something in the music of the other that just fit. The two have been performing and writing together ever since. ... more
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