Wind Weight Water

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Lyrics

It’s All There

Sight of the Moon
Say the word and now your talkin’
Feel the sound
That stubborn train is pullin’ up the mountain
Run with the dogs
To every tree that’s good for climbin’
Into your bed
To hear a story to shape your dreamin’

It’s all there
And the morning sun is callin’ out the sky
It’s all there
It’s just one little step before you fly

Grow to the world
Hold on to a sense of wonder
Following your dreams
Just paint your colors on the picture
Change will come
And pull you like a colt on a tether
Just keep that kid
Tucked inside your heart for the better

It’s all there
And the morning sun is callin out the sky
It’s all there
It’s just one little step before you fly

 Good night little house
Goodnight moon
Tomorrow is one sleep away
You can trust your heart to find the way

It’s all there
And the morning sun is callin out the sky
It’s all there
It’s just one little step before you fly
It’s all there
Sometimes just a little below the surface
It’ all there
And one look in you eyes will remind us
It’s all there………………..
It’s just one little step before you fly

Come Up For Air

The word came in through the telephone tree
Daddy’s comin’ home from under the sea
Her mother is shoveling snow from the walk
Her newly done hair tied up in a scarf

It’s been three months now goin’ on four
Since Daddy hugged goodbye at the front door
Mother puts a brave face on every time
The ill-fated Thresher in the back of her mind

It’s no easy life for a sailor’s wife
And she’s a real hero in her own right
They struck up a deal; it’s a roll of the dice
She keeps the fires burnin’; he keeps the cold war on ice

Daddy where do you go when the waves break open
To the darkness of the deep I sent you a prayer
We’ll be watchin’ for you on the roof of the ocean
On the day you make your way home and come up for air

From pollywog to shellback and up through the ranks
He’s a real son of Neptune, yeah, he’ll own the plank
A seasoned Captain with a bunk of his own
With pictures of family up by the pillow

Boredom and terror and unspoken dread
Fires and floods, cat and mouse with the reds
You live with the odor of diesel and men
Til the glorious day you blow to the surface again

Chorus

So they drive out to the cape to watch ‘em sail in
See the winged tower ghost out of the glim
A pillow of water rides up on the bow
Pushin’ ahead like a giant sea plow

Now out on the dock they see Daddy and crew
Bearded and pale, fresh out in the blue
She crosses the gang plank, there’s no rail to hold
Just like her Daddy, she’s brave, surefooted and bold

Chorus       

Three Chords and a Minor

Old guitars and beat fiddles
Make the most soulful sound
And the music that shaped you
Always swings back around
If three chords and the truth make
For a good country song
Then three chords and a minor
Will drive the truth home

Three chords and a minor
The sweet heartache of livin’
In the time that we’re given’
In the sun and the rain

I had a dream I was a’rockin
On the porch with ol’ Guy
Saw a shrimp boat, saw a freight train
Cross a starry night sky
He said the rails are for ridin’
And the seas are to chart
Take three chords and a minor
And set sail for the heart

Three chords and a minor
The sweet heartache of livin’
In the time that we’re given’
In the sun and the rain

Three chords and a minor
The sweet heartache of livin’
In the time that we’re given’
In the sun and the rain…….
In the time that we’re given’
In the sun and the rain

Memories to Build

We set the stones on the hardest ground
Stood the walls up straight and true
Gave the roof a deeper overhang
Set a window to the view
We gave wind, weight and water
The respect that each is due
This house will stand a good long while
We are just passin’ through

We caught lightning in a bottle
We put thunder in a box
Now a fire is always burnin’
And the door is never locked
You can hear the boys still laughin’
In the echoes of these hills
We got memories of buildin’
And memories to build

Now there’s a table for the kitchen
With extra boards for either end
So you can fit the whole damn family
And have room left for some friends
You cut a path down to the river
Where the dogs like to rock and roll
Let the bees keep a little honey chil’
Let the whiskey sooth my soul

Chorus

Now the time has come for movin’ on
From the west we heard the call
Some kind souls will come and bring new life
To the space between these walls
And we’re old enough to know by now
That a house is just a house
It doesn’t matter where you gather
It’s the memories that count

Chorus

We gave wind, weight and water
The respect that each is due
This house will stand a good long while
We are just passin’ through

Dream River

When you swing down
To cross that dreamin’ river
And you drop the stone from your shoulder
You can wash your hands
In the gravel and the sand
And watch your worries scatter to the weeds

Maybe you’ll taste
A sweet breath of freedom
In around the trees and the boulders
Fog to the sky
Dust from your eyes
And a promise is all that’s left to keep.

Roll on Dream River
Lay down your load so you can take in
The love that’s coming down
A lifetime to wander
A lifetime to give, a time to take in
The love that’s comin’ down

There it is again
That old familiar feeling
Skippin’ like a stone across the water
The day has made a run
At the skirts of the sun
And a shadow calls for movin’ on

Roll on Dream River
Lay down your load so you can take in
The love that’s coming down
A lifetime to wander
A lifetime to give, a time to take in
The love that’s comin’ down

Love is comin’ down
Comin’ down, comin’ down…..

Famous (Timmy’s Song)

You might take him for a cowboy
It was a character he played
You can wear a lot of different hats
If a character by trade
His life rolled like a movie
And he gave us each a part
And every scene that he was in
He played it from the heart

Dusty boots, an orange bandana
Sawdust in his sleeves
Fried chicken on the dashboard
A good book you should read……

You might call him Lucky
It’s one of many names
The world was one big candy store
Conversation was his game
Words were like the favorite tools
He would sharpen every day
Curious as the rest of us
Of the next thing he might say

He aint in a Hall of Fame
But he was famous in the end
You may not know his name
He was famous to his friends……

He’s one hard good luck buddy
To capture in a song
Could be a sinner, may be a saint
Just the right amount of wrong
Amazed at his own good luck
And what the world could bring
Willin’ to do most anything
To keep it interesting

Dirty boots an orange bandana
Sawdust in his sleeves
A fine table for the wedding
A good book you should read……
He aint in a Hall of Fame
But he was famous in the end
You may not know his name….