somewhere past the quiet
by: bebo norman

i saw you in your morning
because our room was just the same
through imaginary walls of masking tape
and somewhere past the quiet
i think i heard you growing up
and i well i donŐt think i'll ever be the same

and dad was there beside us
he would sing us into dreams
of good old blue and seno roads to die on
and river days of heat and haze
we'd run until the sun would fade
and then he'd carry us up to our beds at night

and now we see this different angle
it's a second glance of life
in a world where fathers leave their boys for the finer things
and i can still remember laughing so hard it hurts my heart
to think that we were just the lucky few
and all along i, well i never even knew

light of day upon us
but now the scenery hath changed
the coventry was gone for new horizons
just bigger boys with bigger toys
and separate rooms to stop the noise
because we were still too young
to know the finest call

but the holidays and candles
brought the aging of our youth
burning all the innocence
disguising all the truth
but our sunburn skin kept taste of the salt
to fire the feeling we'd always fought
and we found a new companion
just for the fall

and now we see this different angle
it's a second glance of life
in a world where fathers leave their boys for the finer things
and i can still remember laughing so hard it hurts my heart
to think that we were just the lucky few
and all along i, well i never even knew

the season brought us back again
just the three of us alone
and if you ever see my heart fall again
please pick it up
and bring it home

i saw you in your morning
because our room was just the same
through imaginary walls of masking tape
and somewhere past the quiet
i think i heard you growing up
and i, well i don't think i'll ever be the same