Song of the day 39#

Older
Sasha Sloan
I used to shut my door while my mother screamed in the kitchen
I’d turn the music up, get high and try not to listen
To every little fight, ‘cause neither one was right
I swore I’d never be like them
But I was just a kid back then
The older I get the more that I see
My parents aren’t heroes, they’re just like me
And loving is hard, it don’t always work
You just try your best not to get hurt
I used to be mad but now I know
Sometimes it’s better to let someone go
It just hadn’t hit me yet
The older I get
I used to wonder why, why they could never be happy
I used to close my eyes and pray for a whole ‘nother family
Where everything was fine, one that felt like mine
I swore I’d never be like them
But I was just a kid back then
The older I get the more that I see
My parents aren’t heroes, they’re just like me
And loving is hard, it don’t always work
You just try your best not to get hurt
I used to be mad but now I know
Sometimes it’s better to let someone go
It just hadn’t hit me yet
The older I get
The older I get the more that I see
My parents aren’t heroes, they’re just like me
And loving is hard, it don’t always work
You just try your best not to get hurt
I used to be mad but now I know
Sometimes it’s better to let someone go
It just hadn’t hit me yet
The older I get

Song of the day 25#

Lyrics

Mother, I have gone astray, oh
I’m sorry, but I’ve lost my way, oh
Everybody knows my name here
But nobody really knows me, oh
If I close my eyes real tight
I can see what might have been
If I turn out all the lights
I can sit and just pretend
Mother, I’m afraid to fall, oh
I don’t know who else to call
I wanna come home
I wanna come home
Where the streets lead back to where I’m born
Where my feet feel steady on the ground
I wanna come home
Mother, can you take me home to you?
Mother, can you take me home to you?
Mother, can you hear my voice? Oh
Calling through the dense white noise, oh
I’ve been chasing dreams and stars, oh
Along the way I lost my heart, oh
And if I sit alone real still
Sometimes I can feel you here
Maybe you could take the wheel
Try and get me out of here
Mother I have gone astray, oh
And tell me I will be okay
I wanna come home
I wanna come home
Where the streets lead back to where I’m born
Where my feet feel steady on the ground
I wanna come home
Mother, can you take me home to you?
Mother, can you take me home to you?
Mother, can you take me home to you?
Mother, can you take me home to you?
Mother, can you take me home to you?
Mother, can you take me home to you?
Mother, can you take me home to you?
Mother, can you take me home to you?

Song of the day 23#

Thank God I Got Her”

9 — She’s got nine fancy pillows on our bed
And we’ve got towels she won’t let anyone get wet
No, I don’t get her

Cry — She always cries at happy endings on TV
She even cries at some commercials in between
No, I don’t get her
She’s about as clear to me as a mystery

She’s got a closet full of nothing to wear
So many shoes she needs another pair
When she gets to talkin’,
Lord, you just can’t stop her
She’s everything I didn’t know I needed
The perfect fit, the missing piece
I might not get her
But thank God I got her

Fine — When she says that she’s just fine
That’s when she’s not
And she’s still right
When we both know she’s dead wrong
No, I don’t get her
But I smile cause I can see
forever in those big brown eyes
You know she could’ve had 1,000,000 other guys
Somehow I got her

She’s got a closet full of nothing to wear
So many shoes she needs another pair
When she gets to talkin’,
Lord, you just can’t stop her
She’s everything I didn’t know I needed
The perfect fit, the missing piece
I might not get her
But thank God I got her

Even when I don’t understand
Thank God I got her
I know she’s making me a better man

She’s got a way of changing everything
with just her touch and just her kiss
And I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost her

She’s everything I didn’t know I needed
The perfect fit, the missing piece
I might not get her
But you know I want her
I might not get her
But thank God I got her

But thank God I got her

9—She’s got nine fancy pillows on our bed
But thank God I got her