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Watching You Dream  [G.S.Pultz; pultzongs BMI].  When you were sleeping, I watched you dreaming.  I didn’t want to close my eyes.  I wanted to be there with you.  You looked so peaceful; no telling how far you’d gone.  Imagine all the scenes inside.  You know that I care for you.  No boundaries no destinations; sailing along and stretching for the sky.  I want to be there with you.  If you had fallen, I’d be there watching out for you.  There in the night I would be there with you.  And if you were flying, I’d see you soar to mountains high.  Keep you in sight; breathing the air with you.  No boundaries; no destinations; flowing along with mind open wide.  I want to be there with you.  Sing of love and destiny reflected in your eyes.  A bright light resides in you and reveals the path you’ll take.  Like a bird that flies away you know it will return.  Sing a song, the notes so clear inside of you.  When you are sleeping, I will be watching you dream.  I won’t want to close my eyes.  I’ll want to be there with you.  I won’t want to close my eyes. I’ll want to be there with you.  I want to be there with you. 

Dance with You [Like Tony and Cleo Could Have Been]  [G.S.Pultz, E.Luskin and R.Littman; pultzongs BMI].  I never dance alone when the music’s right.  Doesn’t really matter if you’re out of sight.  I’ll share the rhythm in case you might jump into the beat, would be a delight. I’ll find a way straight to your heart.  Draw you closer, we’ll never part.  Keep you closer than you’ve ever been, like Tony and Cleo should have been.  Waves on the ocean keep timeless beat.  Always swaying, like fields of wheat.  Our bodies in motion make endless heat.  We are in sync, we are complete.  I’ll find a way straight to your heart.  Draw you closer, can’t tear us apart.  Keep you closer than you’ve ever been, like Bogie and Lauren should have been.  If love is bold and we are bound, our sweet embrace makes no sound.  And hearts will beat a perfect rhyme; tempo set, the meter found.  I’ll find a way straight to your heart.  Draw you closer, not far apart.  Keep you closer than you’ve ever been, like Tony and Maria should have been.  Tango to the left and shuffle to the right, hold me close with all your might, sway a little less, keep it tight, we’re gonna set fire to the night.  Dance with you – dance with you: we’ll never part; can’t tear us apart, not far apart.

Have It All  [G.S.Pultz; pultzongs BMI].  Angels and demons clashing daily, stealing conversations in thin air.  Crossing their bows at nearby targets without regard to who, what, why or where.  Stir the pot until it’s all unsettled.  Doesn’t matter if it’s fake or little.  Have it all.  Have it all.  Highways and byways all a ‘twitter, logic and respect in disrepair, voices divided preach abundance while casting promises like vaporware.  Agitating while the sheep are counted.  Hallowed and harrowed ‘til the cows come home. Have it all.  Have it all.  The best of times; the worst of times – oh oh.  Fanfare of warfare slipping sliding, and leaders have come out of their minds.  What’s good for the goose is lost on the gander as all for one is one, and one is mine, have it all.  Have it all.  Have it all.  The best of times; the worst of times – oh oh. 

Holy Hell  [G.S.Pultz; pultzongs BMI].  Who’s that walking past my door shouting out what hell is for.  Saying God will shed his wrath if I don’t follow in his path.  Why don’t he just let me be and look at his own thing and try to see if what he’s saying is so surely right.  Or is it just a shortage of sight.  Holy hell and damnation!  What are you doing?  Is your life a frustration?  And what’s that bone that you’re chewing?  Well my life contains some pain and fun, but I don’t feel I have to run.  I’m just reaching out and trying to be a simple person with his soul set free.  Well I take my days a little slower now, ‘cause time aint what it’s all about.  Just listen to your inner stream.  The sound you hear will make you dream.  Holy hell and damnation!  What are you doing?  Is your life a frustration?  And what’s that bone that you’re chewing? 

Not While the Fire’s Raging  [G.S.Pultz and E.Luskin; pultzongs BMI].  I was thinking about this life and the way we complicate it.  We seek control, and we fight, but can’t figure out how to mitigate it.  Lord don’t leave me; not when the fire’s raging.  I was ruminating about the gunshots; in my home and just breathing.  How on earth do we start healing when we’re staring at the ceiling? Lord don’t leave me; not when the fire’s raging.  Sometimes feeling damned and somehow forgiven.  Don’t know who to trust.  Feel so unprepared (with) a list of things gone wrong, a list that’s got so long, and the thoughts and prayers ain't getting nowhere.  I was waiting on religion, staring at the news, and not believing.  Might be blamed on infatuation, but whatever it is, it is cruel.  Lord don’t leave me; not when the fire’s raging.  Lord don’t leave me; not when the fire’s raging.

White Lined Paper  [G.S.Pultz, E.Luskin and R.Littman; pultzongs BMI]. Well I sat down to write, but I couldn’t get it right staring at this white lined paper.  Oh, say I can see it’s the land of the free, but all I see is white lined paper.  They say that all you need is love (can’t buy me love), but all I have’s an open mind (yeah yeah yeah).  You know you can’t buy me love (all you need is love).  What good’s a diamond you can’t find?  Well I’ve been to college.  Got my carnal knowledge, but I can’t fill this white lined paper.  Inspired, with passion, not a slave to fashion, but can’t engage this white lined paper.  Want to see what’s all the talk ‘bout a case of writers’ block, but all I see is white lined paper.  And all I have is white lined paper.  And I can’t fill this white lined paper.

Take a Number  [G.S.Pultz; pultzongs BMI].  You’re captivated by the barest of news.  Hang on for every new report.  The results don’t match up and so you’re confused and expectations falling short.  You’re feeling like a number as you wait for your turn.  You got to get out from under.  It’s a lesson to learn.  If you’re feeling like a number, have to wait for your turn, you got to get out from under.  It’s a lesson to learn. You hope your best days are ahead of you, but you cannot see where they go.  The twitter-chatter gives you nothing that’s new; changes come fast but they’re so slow.  You’re feeling like a number as you wait for your turn.  You got to listen for the thunder, or you might get burned.  If you’re feeling like a number, have to wait for your turn, you got to listen for the thunder, or you might get burned.  The TV on and the media checked, there is no reaching your fill.  You can’t disconnect and you can’t neglect your daily run on the treadmill.  So, don’t you take a number and don’t wait for your turn.  You got to get out from under.  It’s a lesson to learn.  Stop acting like a number where you wait for your turn.  You got to listen for the thunder, or you might get burned.

Journey Home  [R.Littman; Smallguitar BMI].  Twisting turning Silent night, there is no reason to shut the light.  Sleep gives way to fools in flight.  It’s not too late to let go.  Traveling through uncharted land, no clear direction without a plan, navigation is out of hand.  It’s not too late to let go.  Flying high over rough terrain, catch rising heat to heights unknown.  Reach the point, no more to gain, and you start the journey home.  Don’t even try to understand the ebb and flow of passion play.  No telling when it will make its day.  It’s not too late to let go.  Drift in and out of dreaming state, slumber seems to be a bay.  No telling when it will make its day.  It’s not too late to let go.

Carry Your Boots  [Doug Kwartler, ASCAP].  Like a Baltimore landslide you moved in a crooked line.  Didn’t waste a stretch of time before you covered over me.  In the shadows before first light under cover of the darkest night, you broke ground and read my rights and forgot our history.  Carry your boots but wear your shoes when you try to outrun your blues.  Hold on tight and you’ll know what to do at the sign of your first bruise.  Now the lower I get the less I am filled with regret.  Don’t ever see the sunset and I’ll be doing just fine.  Closer to the clay and mud means closer to the bones and blood.  Hit the dirt with a hollow thud and open up the wine.  So, dig your ditch deep and wide.  I’ll see you on the other side.  Spend your days forever trying to hide that hurt away.  Like the devil in the purest snow, I can see clearly where you go.  So, chill my heart and warm my soul and survive another day.  Carry your boots but wear your shoes when you try to outrun your blues.  Hold on tight and you’ll know what to do at the sign of your first bruise.

Happy New Year Song  [G.S.Pultz; pultzongs BMI]. Happy New Year to You.  Happy New Year.  Yeah yeah.  We hope you have a year that you can put in the bank.  Here’s wishing you a year that you’ll gladly give thanks for.  Happy New Year to You.  Happy New Year.  Yeah yeah.  New Year’s Eve is for all; you can really do your own thing.  Get crazy and wild or real quiet with friends, lovers, strangers or alone.  Happy New Year to You.  Happy New Year.  Yeah yeah.