not tonight (douglas brent smith) there have been nights when all the treasures of the world seemed close at hand when there wasn't any problem too big to understand nights when all my dreams came true and things turned out alright but not tonight there have been women who have loved me and pampered me with smiles swore they'd last forever and never change with style times when all my fantasies became such sweet realities but not tonight tonight it seems that everything is too far out of reach like some lost message thrown to sea washed up along the beach (repeat first verse)
it was a hot august night on dorinda's couch in allentown
there was a ring around the moon
the man on the tv said "elvis has left the building,
there'll never be another like him soon."
must be a record of his here somewhere
so we can pay tribute to the vegas king
must be an album of his but i can't find it
i guess i never really liked the way he'd sing
but listen,
chuck berry rocked me fats supplied the rolls
from new york to detroit memphis to muscle shoals
make it hot authentic make it black and real
i like the parts that the king could never steal
if all he were known for were those stupid movies
he'd rank right up there with good old sal mineo
but he brought feeling to the music
when he brought conviction to the theft of soul
but listen,
chuck berry rocked me james brown supplied the soul
from new york to detroit, memphis to muscle shoals
make it hot authentic make it rock and real
i like the parts that the king could never steal
it was a hot august night on dorinda's couch in allentown, new jersey
there was a ring around the moon
the man on the tv said "elvis has left the building,
there'll never be another like him soon."
chuck berry rocked me little richard supplied the rolls
from new york to detroit, memphis to muscle shoals
make it hot authentic make it freaking real
i like the parts that the king could never steal
like an old sailor who's drawn to the sea the voice of the highway whispers to me i can't give a reason for why i must go the life of a drifter is all that i know
i worked at the factory the office, the store i gave it my best shot couldn't take any more you can't stop a tiger from chasing its prey and you can't stop a drifter from going away
every day is a road movie every night is a new story everyone you touch you hold forever
my kids call me crazy but they understand they know that i'm doing the best that i can you can't stop the ocean from meeting the land and you'll never reform a happy man
like an old sailor who's drawn to the sea the voice of the highway whispers to me you can't stop the ocean from kissing the sand and you'll never reform a happy man
she said that she loved me to the moon and back and to the moon and back just got a whole lot shorter your roundtrip gave me the bends as you closed the portal and swept this sobbing away as love choked gasping on yet another tripping dream and she never said that what she said didn't mean a thing (c) 2017 douglas brent smith
every couple fights about money about attention about harmless searing flirtations temptations, indiscretions and thoughts every couple fights about passion and lack of passion about furniture, fixtures, fantasies and families all those dysfunctional families and we don't fight about any of that because we are not a couple and we fight about that knowing what i want you choose to escape and knowing what you want i senselessly cling a mess of depressed repression unappealing stealing every ounce of hope from the air and you repeat (repeat, repeat) that we are NOT a couple but what about this love? -- douglas brent smith
it's a foolish wish
to say may all your dreams
come true
what about
the bridges disappearing in
perspective? what about
the endless chases? the public nakedness?
the lack of words? the demons hiding
insecurities in playful sacks of sorrow?
let me pick my dream to live
that sweet happy ending dream of us
together hand in hand and always smiling
let me pick that time you looked at me
from across the room with a knowing
smile that spoke more love than you could
say, or contain (or, sadly, sustain) but
leave that part out (the sadness in your smile
of unbeatable fate) and let me
live that dream of
i wonder about you wondering about me, how you might imagine this changed by a kiss or feel the pull of something more whole our gravity keeps crashing but that's no reason to cash it in i wonder about you all. the. time. (c) 2017 douglas brent smith
