Christmas Tree

Drifting like the ocean
Daydreams dancing in the wind
Sand is sticking to our bodies
Just like sugar on our skin
The day is getting older
Oh, but we are still so young
Higher than the stars above
And faded like the sun

Slide

I was given something I cannot hide
Now I hold too much to get back in my flow
But still, I try to blend in the crowd
As a stranger, I might easier get by
For I’m not fit to put my ventures on the line

Inside a Dream

It’s the way that the clouds turn pink
From the day, the night turns quick
And the skyline meets the night sky

Catch the Wind

I took all your foolish ways
And I played all your childish games
And we’d never learn to say every time you weren’t so brave
I’d never seen that face
But in my heart, it’s you I crave
You can hate it all you want
You’ll never catch the wind

Call It Dreaming

Say it’s here where our pieces fall in place
We can fear ’cause the feelin’s fine to betray
Where our water isn’t hidden
We can burn and be forgiven
Where our hands hurt from healin’
We can laugh without a reason

Ocean

I always remember
Always remember
I’ll always miss you
Always miss you
And you’re always a part of me
I’m always part of you
Always remember

My Next Thirty Years

My next thirty years I’m gonna settle all the scores
Cry a little less, laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what I’m doing here
In my next thirty years

Rise

We are young we are the dreamers we will fly
When the world will not believe us,
We will rise above the ashes
Before this whole life passes us by
You and I, we will rise

The Emptiest Day

And I am looking for the well that won’t run dry
The rest that weary thoughts cannot deny
When You wrap Your arms around me
I can walk away or face the emptiest day

Little Giant

You’ve just got to carry what you can
Have the heart of a giant but know you’re a man

Build It Better

Sometimes, something so broken can never be fixed
I’m sleeping more and eating again
I’m starting over like a factory town
And you always build it better the second time around

Spare Tire Orchestra

I’m a wall clock, my hands are stuck, but twice I’m right
I’m a three-legged dog but I can wag my tail alright
It’s not the pretty love songs that keep your love alive
But a spare tire orchestra, now get back in and drive