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Cheers
03:27
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And here's to all those nights we hung out in the garage
underneath the Christmas lights
drinking beer, having the time of our lives
Never thinking that it all would end
Hoping for another night
where we all could do it all again
Because around here, every day is the same
like reruns flashing across the TV screen
Never wondering what it would mean
if today was our last day.
So Cheers to all of you who showed up when it mattered
We're taking the best of times and making them better and better.
And cheers to all of you
who helped me make it through another night.
And here's to all those nights we hung out in the backyard
smoking a bowl, losing all control,
hoping that we wouldn't get caught
and paranoia would set in and then we'd say
where we'd run if the cops came,
cause they knew how to bash a good time anyway.
And here's to all those nights we hope to have in the future
Maybe things will be different
and we'll all be a little more mature
and then we'll sit and laugh about the idiotic things we did,
smile and say, well that's exactly what life is...
all those idiotic things we did
That's what life is.
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2. |
One Way Ticket
05:18
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Lisa showed up to school today with her hair in a mess
cause she was running late
dropped her books and papers on the classroom floor.
The students laughed, professor pointed to the door,
said "you've been tardy one too many times,
you failed this semester, but thanks again for trying."
So Lisa clocks in at her job at the store
with tears in her eyes, she knows there's gotta be more
than to stocking shelves for the next forty years.
She's done with it all cause her greatest fear
is becoming her parents,
forgetting what it's like to be young and jaded to losing every fight.
She lies when says she's alright
but she's got plans for herself tonight.
She bought a one way ticket on a westbound train
Leaving town, never coming back again
With a duffel bag on her shoulder, throws her cell phone in the grass.
Cause if she's gonna do it, she'll do it on her own
She's not homesick, she's just sick of her home.
Wipes away the mascara as she her last look at her past.
Oh and if you need to find her, she'll be riding on that train tonight.
Sean graduated college and found
that the real world finally caught up to him now.
He's got bills to pay, but dreams to chase.
He'll never accomplish them staying in one place.
So he lifts up his anchor, raises his sails
with a degree in his pocket for a plan B if he fails.
He said "California's been calling me.
I wanna get a house two blocks from the beach
where I can play my guitar, meet a sunny-haired girl
who'll teach me to surf, then I'll travel the world."
Left a note on the fridge for his parents to find,
packed his things and rode off into the night.
With so much opportunity,
he said "I gotta do this one for me."
He bought a one way ticket on a west bound train
Leaving town, never coming back again.
He hums along with the engines as they take him somewhere else.
Cause if he's gonna do it, he'll do it on his own
Though South Jersey's always gonna be his home,
by exploring every option, Sean will make a name for himself.
Oh and if you need to find him, he'll be riding on that train tonight.
On that train...
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3. |
Sky's The Limit
04:37
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When I was 8 years old I remember having a catch
with my dad on a baseball field.
The sun was shining down on that playground
as he wrapped his arm around me, like a shield.
He lifted me up on his shoulders when he said
What do you want to grow to be one day?
Even back then, I didn't know
I grew kind of scared, but then he began to say
Just take your time. Try not to fall out of line.
Because the sky's the limit and I need to grow my own wings.
It may take a while, Dad. Just give me a minute
to find my own way to reach.
And I remember when I was 14 years old
Mom used to drive me to my first summer job.
I worked every day, though for minimum wage
but I made her so proud.
And every night she'd pick me and ask me how my day went,
even though I know she already had a clue.
and then she'd say
Hey at least one less bad day you gotta go through.
Just take it one day at a time, knowing that one day I would find
that the sky's the limit and I need to grow my own wings.
It may take a while, Mom. Just give me a minute
to find my own way to reach.
Inside i feel this burning
cause time moves so slow when you're learning.
Now I'm 22 years old and things are different now
but it all finally seems to make sense.
All the things that they'd say seem to apple every day
Now I know what they meant.
Cause I've been taking my time,
Trying so damn hard not to fall out of line
Because the sky's the limit and I need to grow my own wings.
It may take a while Dad, just give me a minute
to find my own way to reach.
Yeah the sky's the limit and I need to grow my own wings.
It may take a while Mom, just give me a minute
to find my own way to reach.
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4. |
One Life At A Time
04:37
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Something stop the train
there's a silence inside my brain
no more sirens, just sunshine through the rain.
Breathing a fresher air
and I'm seeing past the glare
now I'm feeling a calm that was never there.
Because there's cannonballs crashing through the walls that I put up
And I'm filling up the spaces with your love.
Fireworks are shooting off with every waking thought
of leaving the past behind
Because I'm living one life at a time.
So maybe there's still hope yet
cause lately, there's a safety net
that will save me, should I make a wrong step.
I'm learning to give some more
There's a yearning to live some more
There's a burning to find out what's in store.
Because there's cannonballs crashing through the walls that I put up
And I'm filling up the spaces with your love.
Fireworks are shooting off with every waking thought
of leaving the past behind
Because I'm living one life at a time.
Something stopped the train
there's a silence inside of my brain
No more sirens, just sunshine through the rain.
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5. |
She Eases Her Seat Back
04:04
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She looks at me and says she wants to go take a ride
I say, “Where you wanna go?” she says, “I don't care,
As long as I'm by your side…”
The smile creeping up her cheek is telling me
She's got something on her mind the only way to know
Is to get behind the wheel and drive.
So she eases her seat back, I readjust the mirror,
Shift into a higher gear,
To a better place than here.
Holding hands and sneaking kisses in the loading dock
After work, I'm stuck waiting in the parking lot.
She's never been good at being on time.
But it's always worth the wait, when she's walking towards me
With that glare in her eyes, hops in the passenger seat.
“I feel like running every stop sign!”
So she eases her seat back, I press on the gas
“This could be our only chance
don't wanna see it come and pass.”
Cause she said:
“Hey boy, you wanna run away with me?
Feels like I'm running out of time,
there's too much more to see.
I'm tired of this life. I'm too young
To limit my possibilities.
Hey boy, you wanna runaway with me?
We'll get a studio flat outside of the big city.
I'm tired of waiting. Feels like every minute's an eternity.”
She said, “hey, do you wanna runaway with me?”
I know it sounds crazy, but seriously…
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6. |
Second Best Life
04:21
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Took a walk around the block today.
Funny how the fresh air blew away
and how it doesn't seem to be as bright
as it was yesterday.
So what's the point of growing up
if it's easier just to give up?
Seems like this lifetime flies
faster than I thought.
Because I'm stuck here with this second best life
where I always settle for second best
and God knows where I'll be in year...
Maybe it's a test.
Maybe someone's out there
searching like me
for some answers as to why
we're all here, doing the same old things.
This is my message without a reply.
Because I'm stuck here with this second best life
where I always settle for second best
and God knows where I'll be in year...
Maybe it's a test.
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7. |
Epiphany
04:59
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I'm living in purgatory
Not quite heaven not quite hell.
Just waiting somewhere in the middle
Wondering where I fit into it all.
And I call on a trusted friend, ask him to guide my feet
So maybe I can reach my destination.
Cause a little wisdom in the end would do some good.
A little patience could make it go a long, long way.
A little piece of mind is all that any of us has been looking
for…
We're getting this epiphany.
Everybody wants to be the king
The time to shine, the time of day
Everywhere, surrounded by strangers
Rushing here and there, every which way.
And I call on anyone out there, ask them to simply listen
Cause I'm just another face in the crowd, craving some attention.
Cause a little wisdom in the end would do some good.
A little patience could make it go a long, long way.
A little piece of mind is all that any of us has been looking
for…
We're getting this epiphany.
Looks like we're coming home…
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Joshua Kruse Westville, New Jersey
Joshua Kruse has been writing songs for 15 years and has compiled a large catalog, through various different projects. Many recordings are demos, but show the process of growth over time, in both writing style and performance. Joshua is now lead singer of rock band Stall Speed. ... more
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