I can think of younger days when living for my life Was everything a man could want to do I could never see tomorrow But I was never told about the sorrow
I can think of younger days when living for my life Was everything a girl could want to do I could never see tomorrow I was never told about the sorrow
I can think of younger days when living for my life Was everything a man could want to do I could never see tomorrow (tomorrow) But I was never told about
I can think of younger days When living for my life was everything a man could want to do I could never see tomorrow I was never told about the sorrow
The sharper the edge, the cleaner the wound So I'll be keeping it dull tonight for I deserve to hurt Disfigure the outside to show how ruined I am There
I can take a little cement and mend our patio I can fill in all the rough spots so they won't even show I can mend a roof of shingles with a hammer and
She brought some perfume from Paris And I bought some brand new cologne She made a candlelight dinner I put some soft music on We sat by the fire, waiting
I can think of younger days when living for my life Was everything a man could want to do I could never see tomorrow I was never told about the sorrow
I can think of younger days, when living for my life Was everything a man could wanna I could never see a tomorrow But I was never told about the sorrow
Written & composed by Phil Wilde, Andy Janssens, Wanda Walker Janssens & Kate Ryan When my body feels tired And my soul is weak Then my eyes won't see
Forgive me for all you've done If I led your eyes to see If I fed your mind with sickened thoughts Would you consciously conceive Everything that I have
Mark volman (vocals) Howard kaylan (vocals) Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley dunbar (drums) George duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin lickert
Why are you weeping, yes, I still love you We fight and fall down and mend Here drink some water, soon you'll feel better I know we have all my love
Ryan When my body feels tired And my soul is weak Then my eyes won't see And my hands won't feel a thing When I don't get inspired By something you
I can think of younger days when living for my life Was everything a man could want to do I could never see tomorrow, but I was never told about the sorrow