Runaway

Hell or High Water

was it the trick of the light
or a shot in the dark
was it hell or high water
that broke our hearts
was it something i said
or just a cruel twist of fate
was it hell or high water
is it too late
oh is it too late

well all my life i’ve been
searching for someone
to show me how it
feels to be loved

and how to love somebody back
and after stumbling through the years i
thought i found you just to
see you fading out into the night

was it the trick of the light
or a shot in the dark
was it hell or high water
that broke our hearts
was it something you said
or just a cruel twist of fate
was it hell or high water
and is it too late

see all my life i’ve been
silently reaching for a hand to hold
to warm the cold
a spark of light
to guide me through alright
and after stumbling through the years i
thought i found you just to
see you fading out into the night

was it the trick of the light
or a shot in the dark
was it hell or high water
that broke our hearts
was it something we did
or just a cruel twist of fate
was it hell or high water
and is it too late

was it a knife in my back
or a fork in the road
was it hell or high water
that left us alone
is it really game over
is it really checkmate
was it hell or high water
is it too late
oh is it too late

was it a trick of the light
or a shot in the dark
was it hell or high water
that broke our hearts

Written by Michael Rosenberg

Why Can’t I Change

why can’t i change
after all these years
why can’t i change
my ways

i find it so strange
after all these years
i’m still more or less the same

wherever i go
whatever i do
whatever i know
it just comes and goes so soon

whatever life brings
whatever song it seems
i’m still whistling the same old tune

why can’t i change
after all these years
why can’t i change
my ways

i find it so strange
after all these years
i’m still more or less the same

whoever i’m with
whatever i take
whatever i give
i’m still running in the same old race

whatever choice i make
whatever road i take
i still wind up in the same old place

so why
why can’t i change
after all these years
why can’t i change
my ways

oh i
i find it so strange
after all these years
i’m still more or less the same

i’m more or less the same
i’m more or less the same

Heart to Love

i’ve been

hopelessly clutching out for something

i can hold

i’ve been

lying in the dark

with no light in my soul

i’ve been

rummaging around in

the rain and the cold

i’ve been

searching for diamonds

in a pile of coal

i’ve been

searching for diamonds

in a pile of coal

 

i’ve been

reckless and ragged

i’ve been

run into the ground

i’ve been

lost for so long i

forgot i could be found

i’ve been

holding my breath for

the axe to come down

i’ve been

searching for angels

in the devil’s town

i’ve been

searching for angels

in the devil’s town

 

searching for a heart to love

it’s like staring at the stars above

there’s a million i can see

but only one that shines for me

so i’ll keep searching for a

to love

oh to love

 

well i’ve been

dancing blindly

i’ve been

preaching to the choir

i’m the boy who cried wolf but i

dispute that i am a liar

oh and i left my frying pan to

jump into the fire

i’ve built my

house on the sand and i keep on

building it higher

i built my

house on the sand and i keep on

building it higher

 

searching for a heart to love

it’s like staring at the stars above

you can’t teach a heart to feel

what isn’t there what isn’t real

so i’ll keep searching for

a heart to love

 

well i keep searching

i keep searching

love

yeah i keep searching

i keep searching love

 

yeah i keep searching for a

heart to love

love

love

love

Written by Michael Rosenberg

LET’S GO

go on shine like an oil spill

all rainbows and cartwheels

a dollar coin in the snow

 

go fly like a kite in the wind

and you might not

ever come down or come home

 

cos if life is an ocean

love is an island

and freedom’s a boat you can row

 

let’s go ah yeah

 

oh take a chance if it feels right

dance neath the street lights

get drunk and howl up at the moon

 

will sing out and sing strong

sing all the words wrong but

will sing your own tune

 

cos if life is a journey

then love is a signpost

freedom’s a fork in the road

 

so let’s go

let’s go

 

so go on and twinkle like starlight

like christmas and car lights

like gold on an old wedding ring

 

that your grandmother gave you

when she passed away to teach you

people were more precious than things

 

so maybe just one time

lay neath the sunshine

see the faces and shapes in the clouds

 

go out in the rain

like a runaway train

and run till the road runs out

 

live life don’t dream it

love you like you mean it

be free as the river that flows

 

let’s go yeah

let’s go yeah

Written by Michael Rosenberg

He Leaves You Cold

he’s standing on your doorstep my love

so aren’t you gonna invite him in

well isn’t he everything you want

oh no i forgot

you want everything

 

well your mom she says he’s the perfect catch

and your dad he tells you you’re the perfect match

 

but i know

i know he leaves you cold

he leaves an ice cube in your heart

and a snowflake in your soul

i know i know i know

that he leaves you cold

 

see him tapping on your window my love

but you’re pretending that you’re not there

but he’s seen your car parked outside

oh no you forgot to turn the lights off upstairs

 

well your friends they tell you he’s what you need

but how the hell would they know what you need

 

but i know

i know he leaves you cold

he leaves an ice cube in your heart

and a snowflake in your soul

 

i know i know i know

that he leaves you cold

 

well i know that you’re lonely

even when he’s around

but my love he’s not the only game in town

 

 

yeah well i know

i know he leaves you cold

he leaves an ice cube in your heart

and a snowflake in your soul

 

i know i know i know

yeah well i know i know i know

said i know i know i know

 

Written by Michael Rosenberg & Stephen Hodd

Ghost Town

take a walk in the ghost town

where the sky’s as black as crows

they don’t make cars like they used to here

times they change

and factories close

 

take a ride on a ghost train

and stare at the windows

see time moves as fast as a hurricane

but it’s so strange

it feels so slow

 

well sometimes it gets so cold down here

well i swear it burns

the wind like fire coming off of the great lakes

 

sometimes it gets so dark in here

hey i see it turns

the emptiness that moves within my soul

way on down in the ghost town

 

hey hey hey

 

see the crash and the rust

see the ash and the dust

feel it slipping through your hands

and falling on the shoes and the shoulders

of the ragged man

 

see the pride on the shame

like fire and the flame

well it burns through every man

and drops them like drunken soldiers

on the river banks

 

well sometimes it gets so cold down here

hey i swear it burns

the wind like fire coming off of the great lakes

 

sometimes it gets so dark in here

well I see it turns

the emptiness that moves within my soul

 

way on down in the ghost town

 

well sometimes it gets so cold down here

hey i swear it burns

the wind like fire coming off of the great lakes

 

sometimes it gets so dark in here

oh i see it turns

the emptiness that moves within my soul

 

way on down in the ghost town

 

Written by Michael Rosenberg

Runaway

well my heart’s a runaway
living by the campfire light

yeah my love’s a stowaway
slipping out into the night

but hey
i can feel it
i don’t want to run this time
i can feel it now
hey i can feel it
shining like the sun this time
i know now
i don’t want to run away
i don’t want to run away

well my soul’s a castaway
tired of being alone
yeah my love gets thrown away
anyway the wind gets blown

but hey
i can feel it
i don’t want to stray this time
i can feel it now
hey i can feel it
pouring down like the rain this time
i know now
i don’t want to

runaway trains never get no peace
they keep on running till their engine cease
if i keep on running and i don’t stand still
i won’t know love no i never will

and rolling stones never find the home
cos they keep on rolling through life alone
if i keep on rolling down the same old hill
i’ll never know love i never will

and oh i can feel it
i don’t want to search no more
i can feel it now
hey i can feel it
it’s never felt so good before
i know now

i don’t want to runaway hey
i don’t want to runaway hey
and I don’t want to run away hey
i don’t want to run away

Eagle Bear Buffalo

oh yeah

i wanna go where the sun sinks low

eagle bear buffalo

i wanna watch the stars shine on my own

 

lay me down in the morning rain

rivers roll by like runaway trains you can

you can leave me here in

yellowstone

 

where all the trees grow old and tall

make me feel so young and small

make me wonder if i am here at all

well who am i to say

 

lakes so clear

you can see to the ground

make all the mountains hang upside down

make me wonder am i right way round

it doesn’t matter anyway

 

i wanna go where the sun sinks low

eagle bear buffalo

i wanna watch the stars shine on my own

 

lay me down in the midday sun

beating down like a soldier’s drum

you can hear them play in

yellowstone

 

worn out souls

aching bones

fishing poles and stepping stones

whisky warm and campfire smoke

the ending of the day

 

well you listen to the wind

whistle her tune

coyote sing by the light of the moon

 

if i ever leave

it would be too soon

but i know that i can’t stay

 

i wanna go where the sun sinks low

eagle bear buffalo

i wanna watch the stars shine on my own

 

lay me down in the evening light

geyser, smoke, stalagmite

 

you can leave me here in

yellowstone

 

leave me close to tears

yellowstone

 

never disappear

yellowstone

Written by Michael Rosenberg

To Be Free

vineland new jersey

farmland stretching

far as the eye can see

 

not much down there but

sun-scorched pastures in

1953

 

the war was over

and they came searching

for a place to be

 

they left the rhineland

they lost their homeland

and all their family

 

like feathers on the ocean breeze

they went spinning and

tumbling across the sea

 

never know where they come down

or who they’d be

 

like heather on the hillside

they were bruised

and they were battered by the breeze

 

searching for a place

to be free

 

sunburnt summers

frostbite winters

the kids were plainly dressed

 

he left the farmhouse when

he was old enough

and headed out west

 

from california

to southern africa

and all the way to france

 

and onto england to

meet my mother in

1981

 

a feather on the ocean breeze

he went spinning and

tumbling across the sea

never knowing where

he’d come down

or who he’d be

 

like heather on the hillside

he was bruised

and he was battered by the breeze

searching for a place

to be free

 

oh and like a seed

that is flying in the wind

in search of water soil and sun

and the birds and the bees

to help it all along

 

now here i am

33 years down

2017

i’ve seen the rhineland

i’ve been to vineland

i’m a feather on the breeze

Written by Michael Rosenberg

SURVIVORS

oh life

is just a game

no one ever tells you how to play

 

see different people

go different ways

 

some of them will leave you but

some of them will stay

 

well our hearts keep drumming

and the years keep coming

quicker than they’ve ever been

 

you’re sick of the same thing

but it’s quicker than changing

it’s too late to begin

 

well everybody’s running but

you don’t know where

time is running thin

 

everybody’s looking for somebody to love

but we’re scared to let them in

 

and i say oh oh oh

are there any survivors

am i here alone

 

i say oh oh oh

are there any survivors

am i here alone

 

am i on my own

am i on my own

 

oh love

it comes and goes

but no one never tells you how

to learn to let go

different people

they walk different roads

 

some of them will hurt you but

some of them won’t

 

well the bridge is burning

and the wheel keeps turning

quicker than it did before

 

your heart screams yes

your head says no

and you’re never really sure

 

well everybody’s running

but you don’t know why

time is running short

 

everybody’s looking for a place to hide

so there’s no one left at all

 

and i say oh oh oh

are there any survivors

am i here alone

 

yeah i say oh oh oh

are there any survivors

am i here alone

 

am i here alone

am i here alone

 

yeah I say oh oh oh

are there any survivors am i here alone

and i say oh oh oh

are there any survivors am i here alone

i say oh oh oh

are there any survivors am i here alone

oh oh oh

are there any survivors am i here alone

 

Written by Michael Rosenberg