Words and music by mac mcanally and robert byrne

He was a good time, beer bar picker until the night she came along.

Barbra
You don't bring me flowers
You don't sing me love songs
Neil
You hardly talk to me anymore
When you come through that door at the end of the day...
Barbra

Tracy doesn't live with her dad and all is well
She's upset and i want to lick the honey from her navel
She's upset and i want to lick the honey

With one or two I get used to the room.
We go slow when we first make our moves.
But five or six bring you out to the car.
Number nine with my head on the bar.

you always hear the shouts
From my battalion
And send toy soldiers out to
Help me stand
And when i see you hide
Behind these curtain folds
I cross the room to turn the

(lyrics & music by diane warren)

Empty sky where the stars used to be
They shine for everybody else
But don't shine for me no
Since you went away

Are those halos in your hair
Or diamonds shining there
Without a hope, without a prayer
This rain beats down like death
You turn your eyes to better men

Michael w. smith / wayne kirkpatrick

Where do you stand
What is your statement
What is it you're trying to say
What's in your hand
What's in your basement

Words and music by regie hamm & joel lindsey

You are lord of life, love and other mysteries
I find in you all i ever need to know
Some say that life is a string of romances

Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands, staring at the window as the sunlight demands action. all the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds.