Circa '46 - The Rocket Summer

I started moving so I can sleep at night

I figure exhaustion will shut my eyes

And I’m as country as a guitar slide but I can’t ride, no not tonight

No my head’s preoccupied with counting sheep jumping over my peace of mind

Life will write the words, but you choose your own melody

Yes, life has given me hurt, but I choose my own melody

And sometimes it’s that sad, sad song I’m singing all my day long

I’m just trying, trying to find the right notes

There must be a fire in me because I can see my breath

Feel like a Miles Davis style solo circa '46

Still I write down the sacred things you show to me because my mind forgets

what my heart once did see…

Life will write the words, but you choose your own melody

Yes, life has given me hurt, but I choose my own melody

And sometimes it’s that sad, sad song I’m singing all my day long

I’m just trying, trying to find the right notes

You can build a bridge in a song but you’ll burn down the ones in your life

Life will write the words, but you choose your own melody

Yes, life has given me hurt, but I choose my own melody

And sometimes it’s that sad, sad song I’m singing all my day long

I’m just trying, trying to find the right notes

A misty eyed stranger said the songs words inspire

If they really knew would it break their hearts…

That there’s dirt that my soul keeps, if there’s any good in me it comes from

the grace of my father