Another in my series of Mark Heard gems. This from
his 1991 album, Second Hand. He was truly one of the best I’ve
ever been around. You can hear the
song on the Youtube link below.
Sun rises and we talk about the weather
Sun bleaches and we ponder it all
The fine line between the banker and the debtor
And what happens if the satellites fall
Too shy we are to come right out and say it
Too sly to let the other one know
Head full of this kaleidoscope of brain-freight
Heart full of something simple and slow
Sun bleaches and we ponder it all
The fine line between the banker and the debtor
And what happens if the satellites fall
Too shy we are to come right out and say it
Too sly to let the other one know
Head full of this kaleidoscope of brain-freight
Heart full of something simple and slow
Love is not the only thing
It's the best thing
Love is never everything
But it's the best thing
It's the best thing
Love is never everything
But it's the best thing
Too tired to read another twenty pages
Too bored to see the anchorman's face
Too young to bear the burdens of the ages
Too old to keep an innocent pace
You see me like a prism sees a candle
I'm scattered into differing hues
Reality is happening at random
You're warming up the yellows and blues
Too bored to see the anchorman's face
Too young to bear the burdens of the ages
Too old to keep an innocent pace
You see me like a prism sees a candle
I'm scattered into differing hues
Reality is happening at random
You're warming up the yellows and blues
Love is not the only thing
It's the best thing
Love is never everything
But it's the best thing
It's the best thing
Love is never everything
But it's the best thing
Let's go up on the roof beneath the neon
Pretend we're foreigners and drink the city in
Somewhere between the stairwell and the starlight
I find myself holding your hand
Half-cousins to the angels and the demons
Half-brother to the fatherless sons
I lay awake and wonder at the reasons
One kiss and I am lost in your charms
Pretend we're foreigners and drink the city in
Somewhere between the stairwell and the starlight
I find myself holding your hand
Half-cousins to the angels and the demons
Half-brother to the fatherless sons
I lay awake and wonder at the reasons
One kiss and I am lost in your charms
Love is not the only thing
It's the best thing
Love is never everything
But it's the best thing
It's the best thing
Love is never everything
But it's the best thing
Written by Mark Heard
© 1991 Ideola Music/ASCAP
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zqm2F7ccGo&feature=related
