'Like a Dove' album Lyrics

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This Is My Story

(J. Greenwald)

In a sleepy little town not far from here, Where the curfew siren sounds every night at half-past ten

There are many things I’ve said and so many more I’ve done.      Sometimes things just come out wrong

Ooooh, this is my story, this is my story

I left home to go to school to make something of myself, I studied hard but made too much mischief with my friends

That college town is littered now with regrets from here to kingdom come

Sometimes things just come out wrong

Ooooh, this is my story, this is my story

I went to work where the motors run, In that Midwest rusty town,  I feel that I’m not done, I wonder what it’s all for

This is my story

I Would Give Anything  

(J. Greenwald)

I would give anything, to make you laugh again, I would give anything, to see you smile

I would give anything, to unlock that door again, I would give anything, to stay with you a while

Couldn’t see it coming, Couldn’t know it’s true

Couldn’t trust tomorrow, How could you?

I would give anything, to be the fool again, I would give anything, to melt your blues

I would give anything, to fix your troubles, I would give anything, to pick up the clues

I Would Give Anything, How Could You?

(DebbieDoodleBugs) Like A Dove  

(J. Greenwald)

Somewhere there’s a tear with my name on it, You didn’t let anybody know

Somewhere there’s a pain with my name on it, Like a flower, takes time to grow

Somewhere there’s a soul with my name on it, It didn’t have time to let you know

Somewhere there’s guilt with my name on it, It will never be the same at all

I reach to the sky and grab nothing but air

I scream to the heaven above

I reach to the sky, it’s just not fair

You left us like a dove

Somewhere there’s a heart with my name on it, It’s bleeding more than you know

Somewhere there’s grave with my name on it, Pushing the daisies just watch them grow

Somewhere there’s a grace with my name on it, There’s so many things you didn’t know

Somewhere there’s guilt with my name on it, I want to trade places don’t say no

Saw You This Mourning (Remember You)

(J. Greenwald / B. Loomis)

I saw you this mourning, I saw you this mourning

I saw my Mother, saw my Father, saw my Sister, saw my Brother

Saw the mourning, saw the evening, saw the sadness, saw bereaving

I saw you this mourning (I’ll always remember you)

I saw you this mourning (I’ll always remember you)

That time we drove from sun to shore, I can’t cherish those conversations more

We took a challenge to St. Ignace and back, oh I love that walk up on the Mighty Mac.

Things I Couldn’t Say

(J. Greenwald)

Well there are things I couldn’t say, And are things I wouldn’t do

And there were times I couldn’t play, And there were times without you

It never was your fault, I’ll always rue the day

It was me who wasn’t true, There were things I wouldn’t say

It never was your fault, I’ll always drift astray

It was me who wasn’t true, There were things I couldn’t say

Well there were hills I couldn’t climb, And steps I wouldn’t take

And there were many rainy days, And the love we didn’t make

Well there were times that flew on by, Wasting with nothing to say

And there were no goodbyes, Only times only times I wouldn’t stay

And emotions ran high, For little things we couldn’t stand

And our love would never die, When we’re walking hand in hand

Well there were times that flew on by, Wasting with nothing to say

There were no, no goodbyes, There were things I couldn’t say

Just Live Your Life

(J. Greenwald / B. Loomis)

They say the end of the road, is often where you find it

Down that dark dirt lane, somewhere just beyond rock bottom

I was so far from home, And I felt time was running out and this

Wasn’t the plans I made, Oh it never stops calling

In the light of the stained-glass windows,

I was broken and empty Father Jim spoke of hope,

Lord knows I need a new beginning
He said "be thankful" He said "spread some joy" He said "Love Jesus, just live your life"

They say every end is a start, I’m ready to play a new song

Suddenly I was under the spotlight, I swear he’s spoke to me alone

As he read the words on my heart, I couldn’t help but hum along

I knew it was gonna be alright, It was time to head back home

In the light of the stained-glass windows, I was broken and empty

Father Jim spoke of hope, Lord knows I need a new beginning

Eli Frye

(J. Greenwald / B. Loomis)

They say that looks aren’t everything, Eli had me counting my blessings

Seems like he never even tried If laughter is the best medicine

he had never filled the prescription He always had that weird look in his eyes

Eli, Eli Frye, Oh my Lord you were right, Eli, Eli Frye,

You were a wise old man, but a funny looking guy

Some people win with personality, and for others it’s talent you can’t teach Eli wasn’t a winning kind of guy

Some advice comes from unusual places, I tried but he wasn’t good with graces I wish I knew then he was right

Eli, Eli Frye, Oh my Lord you were right, Eli, Eli Frye,

You were a wise old man, but a funny looking…

Time flies, It’s clear now I see, Eli knew way more than me,

Don’t judge a book by the spinach in his teeth

When I left I never followed up with him,

I still think about him every now and then

I wish that I could go back and do it right But now I know just what it was he meant,

those vacant eyes hid the message he sent I wish I could talk with him one more time

Eli, Eli Frye, Oh my Lord you were right, Eli, what a sight,

You were a wise old man, but didn’t treat you right

I’m Missing You

(J. Greenwald / B. Loomis)

I never heard you call my name.Because I wouldn’t hear, I didn’t care, 

I wasn’t aware, I had no shame I didn’t even take your call.

I just wasn’t there, couldn’t bear, it wasn’t about you at all

Ooo, ooo, ooo, Oh I’m Missing You

when you raised your voice you were crying now

I couldn’t find compassion, I was lost in my reaction too proud

I wasn’t there when you needed me, I didn’t try to ignore it, 

but I couldn’t see the forest for the trees You called me on the telephone yesterday

You needed me I should have seen it right away I’ve been a dying man digging my own grave

Someone Else’s Car

(J. Greenwald)

Then I saw you standing in the hallway Then I saw you showing me what you got

Then I saw you walking quickly my way Then I saw you heading for the parking lot

But now, it’s coming togetherAnd now it’s getting better

And now it doesn’t matter - At all!

Then I saw you hopping in your Beamer Then I saw you heading down the JTB

Then I saw you driving to the Ragtime bar Then I saw you getting out of your car

Then I saw you dancing in that Ragtime bar Then I saw you going just a little too far

Then I saw you leave in someone else’s car

Ship Has Sailed

(E. Santarelli / B. Loomis / J. Greenwald)

We passed by the place you used to live, always alone, it’s just what you did

There’s a new house going up on your block, not for a second would the world think to stop

I talked to that girl you met at the bar, she didn’t know and asked how you are

I couldn’t tell her so I just said you were away with friends,

She told me to tell you hi when I saw you again.

     I hope you’re happy wherever you are, 

     with a fish on the line and always putting for par

     With a song you like on the radio, 

     I remember how you used to say ‘there’s always tomorrow’.  

Now there ain’t

I thought I saw you pass by today, I wasn’t sure but I waved anyway

I visited a few of your old haunts, you never measured fun by what it cost

But the beauty of that place continues to shine, today the world seems a little less kind

      I hope you’re happy wherever you are, 

      with a fish on the line and always putting for par

      with a song you like on the radio, 

      I remember how you used to say ‘there’s always tomorrow’.  

Now there ain’t

When the wind dies down and the lake goes flat, reminds me you liked it like that

The birds singing a sweet summer song, your ship has sailed it's heading for home

you're headed for home

Transcendence

(J. Greenwald)

People tell me that it doesn’t have to end here On the corner of 3rd avenue and what seems like nowhere

Cemented in the staleness of the big city air

We have eyes but cannot see

and write songs we cannot hear

and hearts that can’t conceive

and yearning for – Transcendence, Transcendence

These clean white pages are burning crimson red Our lips are speaking but our soul is never fed

With distant sunsets hidden in our heads Songs are just some words set to music

With a melody and a message for us all

We keep scrolling for that perfect ending

Quietly waiting for your call