Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Vocals
Curly Boy Stubbs
Curly Boy Stubbs
Guitar
David Woodhead
David Woodhead
Bass
Jerome Jarvis
Jerome Jarvis
Drums
Ken Whiteley
Ken Whiteley
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stan Rogers
Stan Rogers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Mills
Paul Mills
Mixing Engineer
Robert Leth
Robert Leth
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Where the Earth shows it's bones of wind-broken stone
And the sea and the sky are one
I'm caught out of time, my blood sings with wine
And I'm running naked in the sun
There's God in the trees, I am weak in the knees
And the sky is a painful blue
I'd like to look around
But honey, all I see is you
[Verse 2]
Now the summer city lights will soften the night
Till you'd think that the air is clear
And I'm sitting with friends
Where forty-five cents will buy another glass of beer
He's got something to say but I'm so far away
That I don't know who I'm taking to
'Cause you just walked in the door
And honey, all I see is you
[Verse 3]
And I just want to hold you closer than I've ever held anyone before
You say you've been twice a wife
And you're through with life
Ah, but honey, what the hell's it for?
After twenty-three years you'd think I could find
A way to let you know somehow
That I want to see your smiling face
Forty-five years from now
[Verse 4]
So alone in the lights on  stage every night
I've been reaching out to find a friend
Who knows all the words, sings so she's heard
And knows how all the stories end
Maybe after the show she'll ask me to go
Home with her for a drink or two
Now her smile lights her eyes
But honey, all I see is you
[Verse 5]
And I just want to hold you closer than I've ever held anyone before
You say you've been twice a wife
And you're through with life
Ah, but honey, what the hell's it for?
After twenty-three years you'd think I could find
A way to let you know somehow
That I want to see your smiling face
Forty-five years from now
[Verse 6]
I just want to hold you closer than I've ever held anyone before
You say you've been twice a wife
And you're through with life
Ah, but honey, what the hell's it for?
After twenty-three years you'd think I could find
A way to let you know somehow
That I want to see your smiling face
Forty-five years from now
[Verse 7]
Yes, I want to see your smiling face
Forty-five years from now
Written by: Stan Rogers
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