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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
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Mills
Paul Mills
Mixing Engineer
Robert Leth
Robert Leth
Engineer

Lyrics

Where the earth shows its 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'm weak in the knees And the sky is a painful blue I'd like to look around, but, Honey, all I see is you Now, the summer city lights will soften the night Til 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 talking to 'Cause you just walked in the door, and, Honey, all I see is you 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 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 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 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 Yes, I want to see your smiling face forty-five years from now
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