A Little Time-Songtexte

All songs written by Tom Cunningham

A Beautiful Lie
© 2003 by Tom Cunningham
(zur Druckversion)

She took me by the hand and looked into my eyes
We walked around the night without a word
There must have been an orchestra playing in the dark
‘Cause I could swear that’s what I heard

It’s a beautiful lie
It’s a beautiful lie
When she says that love will never die

Trying to hold on to something gone
Dreams made out of dust that are no more
They say a door will open when another shuts
But I can’t find the corridor

It’s a beautiful lie
Such a beautiful lie
Beautiful enough to make me cry

The sun will always shine in your little sky
Nothing’s gonna rain on your parade
And when you go to sleep, they will surely keep
Every promise that they’ve ever made

It’s a beautiful lie
It’s a beautiful lie
Beautiful enough to make you cry

It’s a beautiful lie
It’s a beautiful lie
Beautiful enough to make me cry

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Rough Mix
© 2004 by Tom Cunningham
(zur Druckversion)

You say tomato, I say potato
I would rather eat a salad
You put on some thrash metal hip-hop grunge rap
I’d rather hear a Frank Sinatra ballad

We ain’t always a good fit
Baby this we gotta admit

We’re a
Rough mix,
You and me
We ain’t always in harmony
Rough mix
Can’t deny
We don’t always see eye-to-eye
You ain’t always my queen – and you know you ain’t always my king
But when this rough mix works, it’s a beautiful thing

Who didn’t walk the dog, who left these dirty dishes
Who left his tools out in the yard
Who ran up the phone bill talkin’ to her sister
Who maxed out the VISA card?

Disagreements keep cookin’
I could be killed from the way you are lookin’

Rough mix, sweet and sour
Sometimes I don’t think we can last another hour
Like cats and dogs we fuss and fight
But making up is very nice

Rough mix, you and me
We ain’t always in harmony
Rough mix, can’t deny
We don’t always see eye-to-eye
But when we make love I swear I hear the angels sing
When this rough mix works, it’s a beautiful thing
When this rough mix works, it’s a beautiful thing

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Meet Me Halfway
(zur Druckversion)

Little by little
The feeling dies
'Til we're caught in the middle
Of a million little lies

I don’t understand you
Do you understand me
This distance between us
Is all I can see

But I think we're worth another try
What happened to our love
Are we gonna let it die

I can't do this by myself
And Rome wasn't built in a day
I will take the first step, but
You gotta meet me halfway
Oh
Meet me halfway

Doing the dishes
Doing the taxes
There's this unspoken question
Neither one of us is asking

How did we get here
And where are we going
Will we get there together
Or all alone

But I think we're worth another try
What happened to our love
Are we gonna let it die

I can't do this by myself
And Rome wasn't built in a day
I will take the first step, but
You gotta meet me halfway
Oh
Meet me halfway

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Too Busy
© 2001 by Tom Cunningham
(zur Druckversion)

If you’re too busy talking you can’t listen
If you’re too busy thinking, you can’t feel
If you’re too busy watching you won’t be doing
If you’re too busy hurting, you’ll never heal

If you’re too drunk you shouldn’t be driving
But if you’re too sober, you’ll never have fun
If you’re too poor, you’ll spend your whole life surviving
But if you’re too rich, you can’t trust anyone

If you’re too busy talking you can’t listen
If you’re too busy thinking, you can’t feel
If you’re too busy watching you won’t be doing
If you’re too busy hurting, you’ll never heal

If you’re too busy to take someone’s hand
And go for a walk, along the sand
If you’re too busy for things like this
When your final day comes, will you know what you’ve missed

If you’re too famous, you can never go shopping
But if nobody knows you, you’ll hear no applause
If you’re too happy, you’re taking too much medication
You could take a break right now, because

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Love You Again
© 2003 by Tom Cunningham
(zur Druckversion)

What ever happened to Sunday afternoons walking down the Giesebrecht
With the winter sun slanting through the buildings
Fresh roasted coffee in porcelain cups
Candle stuck in a Chianti bottle, I tingled every time you touched me

I would love to love you again just like that

We jumped out and pushed our rusty old beetle up the street
Got the engine running with a jump start, turned up the heat
We were cruisin’ to the crackle of an am radio song
We were rollin’ our own, I couldn’t get enough of each sweet kiss

I would love to love you again just like that

Does love go away for good, or just take a vacation
Can it endlessly renew itself, or is there a statute of limitations
I would like to dance once more around the flame
I would like to feel what I felt when you called my name

I would love to love you again just like that

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Not Giving Up
© 2001 by Tom Cunningham
(zur Druckversion)

Tried to cross the river, the river was too deep
Tried to climb the mountain, the mountain was too steep
Tried to swim the ocean, couldn’t buck the tide
But I’m not giving up
I’m not giving up

Thought that I could fly, I didn’t have a wing
Thought that I could be a prince, but my daddy was no king
Thought by now I would be somewhere that still has far to go
But I’m not giving up
I’m not giving up

Sometimes I’m lonesome as the whistle of a midnight train
But if I stop now it all will be in vain

Anything is easier than going it alone
I could simply pack my bags and head on back home
There’s no earthly reason for going on this way
But I’m not giving up
I’m not giving up

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A Cautionary Tale
© 2002 by Tom Cunningham
(zur Druckversion)

Hey young Elvis, come on over here
You see I got this brilliant idea
I’m gonna tell you what we’re gonna do
We’re gonna make a star out of you

Just purse your lips, sing your song,
Shake your hips, you can’t go wrong
Leave all the rest to me and the boys
Before you know it we’ll be makin’ some noise

Here’s a cautionary tale
Here’s a cautionary tale

Look out for the thieves, pimps and whores
Sharks who promise to open doors
The bookies adding up the rookies’ scores
To them you’re just a piece of meat up for sale
Here’s a cautionary tale

Hey Michael Jackson what have you done
You used to be the fortunate son
On top of the world, you made it spin
I guess you couldn’t stand livin’ in your own skin

Who really loves you, who can you trust
Tell me what kind of self-loathing and disgust
Made you do what you did to yourself
Don’t go and try and blame anybody else

Here’s a cautionary tale
A cautionary tale

Look out for the mirror, it tells you a lie
It adores you, then hates you, you’ll never know why
But it’ll never love you ‘til the day you die
And it always has the last laugh, this will never fail
Here’s a cautionary tale

Down in Memphis, off of Beale Street
They’ll sell you toenails from Elvis’ feet
You can buy his sweat in a tiny vial
And fifty thousand postcards of his smile

And deep inside his silent tomb
They say there’s still plenty of room
‘Cause he ain’t really resting there
He made his great escape into thin air

Here’s a cautionary tale
A cautionary tale

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Crying
© 2003 by Tom Cunningham
(zur Druckversion)

You wake up early, your sky is cloudy
The doubts in your head are getting’ rowdy
You look for a pill, or a prayer, or a helping hand

The mountain’s so high that you can’t climb it
The wait is so long that you can’t time it
You’re trying so hard but you can’t find out where you stand

and so you’re
Crying just a little
Crying just a little too much, too long, too damn hard lately
Crying

Clock is ticking, time is flying
You are trying, but nothing’s getting better
Like a vampire she will suck you in
And torment you if you should let her

You wake up early, your sky is cloudy
The doubts in your head are getting’ rowdy
You look for a pill, or a prayer, or a helping hand

The mountain’s so high that you can’t climb it
The wait is so long that you can’t time it
You’re trying so hard but you can’t find out where you stand

and so you’re
Crying just a little
Crying just a little too much, too long, too damn hard lately
Crying

It’s a fine line that you’re walking
Someone’s talking you can’t really hear them
Friends and family all in pieces
Oh what would you give just to be near them

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Repeat Offender
© 2003 by Tom Cunningham
(zur Druckversion)

I don’t get headaches, I give ‚em
I don’t watch movies I live ‘em
I don’t run from a fight, I face it
I don’t avoid temptation, I embrace it

You get on my case, I return it to sender
Not only once or twice, I’m a repeat offender

I used to be a blue-eyed boy full of bright ideas
Upright, polite, on time, ready to please
These days I’m feeling like a clapped-out broken-down piece of rusty old junk
It ain’t a pretty sight when an eager young lad becomes a cynical old punk

Wouldn’t belong to a club that would have me as a member
Not only once or twice, I’m a repeat offender

If there’s a problem I don’t analyze it
I take a great big hammer and pulverize it
I got a million and five things I gotta do
So don’t call me, I won’t call you

Last time I felt this good, I don’t remember
I try to get ‘em while they’re sweet and young and tender
Not only once or twice, I’m a repeat offender

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She knows what she's doin', she knows what she wants
She knows where she is when she gets there, she knows
How to live, how to lie, how to love
She knows what she wants when she wants it
She knows what she's got, when she gets it
Now me I haven't got a clue about anything at all
And it shows
But she knows
She knows

Now she don't waste time like I do
Repairing things with crazy glue
She don't get bogged down in details, she cuts straight to the bone

A call comes in, she lets her machine take it
When she makes love, she doesn't fake it
Why should she, she's got nothin' to prove to anyone

I'm hangin' out in the basement, drinkin' some wine
TV turned down low most of the time
Tryin’ to figure out where the hell this past year went

I'm in another of my moods, she tolerates it
She knows me well, she never overrates it
She's dealt with this about a hundred thousand times before

I lost my job, it didn't faze her
I wrote a song, it didn't amaze her
No way that I'll ever pull the wool over those pretty eyes

Can't figure her out, that’s how she prefers it
She heats me up like a bowl of soup, and then she stirs it
What more could a poor boy ask for in this life

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It’s a beautiful day
For gathering roses
I’m on my way
To scarlet fields

I’ll leave a number
Where you can reach me
But if you don’t get through
That’ll be okay

Whistling in the dark
Sitting on a magic mountain
Whistling in the dark
All night long

Whistling in the dark
Wishing on a Trevi fountain
Whistling in the dark
We’re just waiting for the dawn

I met a man
The fount of all wisdom
His eyes were blind
His shoelaces untied

He said I don’t know
Nothing ‘bout tomorrow
But I guess
It’ll come on time

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Who knows where the road will take you

Who knows how far you’ll go
We all end up right where we started
So take it slow

Life is a journey
Life is a journey
Life is a journey
So travel light

Each day is a new beginning
Life isn’t fair, but it is rich
Make the most of the one you’re living
‘Cause you can’t switch

Life is a journey
Life is a journey
Life is a journey
So travel light

Blind alleys will beckon you
Many false steps will be taken
But the place you gotta start is to listen to your heart
And learn from all the mistakes you’ll be making
When the big train comes, get on board don’t delay
All your tomorrows begin today

Who knows why we’ve been chosen
Right now, right here
But look into a child’s smile
The answer’s clear

Life is a journey
Life is a journey
Life is a journey
So travel light

Who knows where the road will take you

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