The Other Woman

There was one other woman

Who stood between what should have been.

I still get high just thinkin' about it.

You, me, the other woman.

It was like any other night.

You, me, we just had a bad fight.

It's the kind we all know,

That hangs on and doesn't let go.

I want her out of our lives.

'Cause you know it's not right.

You, me, the other woman.

You, me, the other woman.

Thought she was out of our heads,

Yet she still lives in our bed.

It's like a ten foot wall,

And it ain't made of straw.

I want her out of our lives.

'Cause you know it's not right.

You, me, the other woman.

You, me, the other woman.

Why did you lie?

Why did you look me in the eye?

Why did you tell me?

Why did you put this pain on me?

There was one other woman

Who stood between what should have been.

I still get high just thinkin' about it.

You, me, the other woman.

You, me, the other woman.

You, me, you, me, the other woman.

You, me, you, me, the other woman.

You, me, the other woman.

© 1995, Val Goodrich

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Rage is Blind

Look out, all of you, ya better beware.

Might be a storm brewin' way out there.

It's a shadow hangin' over like a deep, dark cloud.

At times it's real harmless, then it thunders out loud.

Tell me, sister, did you ever learn the rules?

The ones for the others, the ones for us fools.

I've spent a lot of time hating, making peace with myself.

No short changing, anymore, anywhere.

My rage is blind, but I can see.,

My blood is fueled by a fire in me.

My body burns with an emotional need.

My rage is blind, but I see.

Drive on further, don't give it up now.

Trails to blaze, paths to burn.

Always look forward, never look back.

Put your foot to the pedal and forge on from the past.

From the past. My rage is blind.

My rage is blind, but I can see.,

My blood is fueled by a fire in me.

My body burns with an emotional need.

My rage is blind, but I see.

Dream on, lover, don't sell yourself short.

Fame is fleeting in this messed up world.

Make it known, if just in your own heart,

You're worth the trouble, you're a work of art.

You're one of a kind.  My rage is blind.

My rage is blind, but I see.

My body burns with an emotional need.

My rage is blind.  My rage is blind.

But I see.

©  1995, Val Goodrich

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Last Call

Words untrue.

Words assumed.

Many meanings for

Housing all our thoughts.

Always searching, forever learning.

Turned away.

Already gave.

Many other doors.

On some other shore.

Never knowing, where we're going.

All my life,

I've had so many questions.

Seems I've never been good

With just guessing.

What if I could open all those doors?

Where would they go?

Laid to rest.

That's my guess.

Just another soul,

On another road.

Right or wrong, Is this the last call?

All my life,

I've had so many questions.

Seems I've never been good

With just guessing.

What if I could open all those doors?

Where would they go?

Words abused.

Words unused.

Many meanings for,

Housing all our thoughts.

Right or wrong, Is this the last call?

©  1995, Val Goodrich

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Dead Feelings

Don't give me your reasons

See, I've already been there before.

I know by their meaning,

You don't want to be here anymore.

Take part in those feelings.

Don't make me deal with this by myself.

I need some redeeming.

Give a little bit more.

It's all on the surface.

I know what's underneath.

You make it so neat and clean.

But, dead feelings rise to be seen.

Move on to another place.

Give it another name.

It won't really matter,

The face will still be the same.

It's all on the surface.

I know what's underneath.

You make it so neat and clean.

But, dead feelings rise to be seen.

But won't you give a little,

Give a little more.

Won't you give a little,

Give a little more.

Won't you give a little more.

Don't give me your reasons.

See, I've already been there before.

I know by their meaning,

Dead feelings rise to be seen.

Dead feelings rise to be seen.

Dead feelings rise to be seen.

©  1995, Val Goodrich

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Hard Days

Harder days, I've never seen

Backs to the wall.

Facts strung on.

It's down right sad to see.

Once a believer, now a dreamer.

Nights too long, fights too strong.

What does it all mean?

Hard days, Hard days.

Too many lost ways.

Too many loves gone astray

Hard days.

Trust is scarce, among else.

Preachers say, now's the day.

It's time to save yourself.

Tough breaks, life makes.

Had a job, now it's gone.

Not much left to say.

Hard days, Hard days.

Too many lost ways.

Too many loves gone astray

Hard days.

Don't say it.  Don't think it.

Don't give it.  Don't give a damn.

©  1995, Val Goodrich

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