Building The Bridge

I can’t stop, can’t stop rockin’…

The whole thing started 1963
Young girls screamin’
Black and white T.V.
I was so ready, for something to set me free
Those four boys from England, singin’ right to me

That night I had a dream, of a rock ‘n’ roll band
Everyone said no, no, no. I said yeah, yeah, yeah

I can’t stop, can’t stop rockin’…

Never really fit in
Couldn’t quite be cool
Got my ass kicked up and down the halls of my high school
When things got too crazy
When life got too cruel
I would just remember the boys from Liverpool

When I was lost, they were there to hold my hand
When everyone said no, no, no. They said yeah, yeah, yeah

I can’t stop, can’t stop rockin’…

Words & Music Kevin Cronin, Dave Amato & Bruce Hall
©1996 Camp Cronin Music / Six Stringer Songs / Lar, all rights reserved

I was with you, you were alone
Now I’m standing here
Wisdom came only after you’d gone
Now I’m starting all over, with a tear in my eye
I just never thought you’d disappear

In the night your spirit arises
With it comes the pain
I hope I’m dreaming cus it hurts so bad
When I reach out for you, I’m alone in some room
I just never thought you’d disappear

I still love you like a child
Wasn’t that good enough?
I still want you, it drive me wild
The pain is just too much
Maybe I’ve lost enough

Time heals all, so they say, I don’t know
Sometimes nothing’s clear
Maybe someday I’ll understand
But I know for a start
There’s a place in my hear that is yours
And it won’t disappear

I still love you like a child
Wasn’t that good enough?
I still want you, It drives me wild
The pain is just too much
I still love you

Words & Music Kevin Cronin & Stephen Stills
©1996 Camp Cronin Music / Rondor Music, all rights reserved

Father to son, husband to wife
Brother to brother, black man to white
Living together, falling apart
Looking for the common ground in every human heart
It all comes down to the two of us
Yeah this is where we start

We are building the bridge
One small stone at a time
With a lot of love
And some help from above
From your heart to mine

There’s a land of justice, cities filled with pride
A mountain of hope, just on the other side
Across a river of indifference, and a valley of despair
There’s a tower of courage, piercing through the air
I have a dream for our children, I want to take them there

And we are building the bridge
One small stone at a time
With a lot of love
And some help from above
From your heart to mine

As we seek out understanding
As we learn to forgive
When we open up our minds
When our words are true and kind
We are building the bridge

Words & Music Kevin Cronin
©1996 Camp Cronin Music, all rights reserved

I can’t kiss the telephone, I can’t hug your picture
And these postcards just remind me how far away you are
There’s two thousand miles of highway lyin’ between us
But the way I feel tonight it doesn’t seem like all that far

`Cus when I get home
I know the first thing we’re gonna do
When I get home
I’m gonna turn my body loose on you
It’s been so long, I’ve been so true
I want you when I get home

If I could I’d order you for breakfast every morning
There’d be a headline story about you in my USA Today
Every in-flight movie’d feature you and all your glory
And into your friendly skies, this airplane would carry me away

`Cus when I get home
I know the first thing we’re gonna do…

Now you could move and leave no forwarding address
You could be living on the moon
But I know just where you are, I don’t have to guess
You’re waiting up for me and praying that I’ll be home safe and soon

`Cus when I get home
I know the first thing we’re gonna do…

Words & Music Kevin Cronin
©1996 Camp Cronin Music, all rights reserved

I thought I had all I could ask for
Only a fool would think there was more
I would never have believed
That anything could feel brand new
Then I met you

I’d been around the world, and then some
Anything I wanted I could get some
But I had not been anywhere
I could not share the things I knew
Then I met you

Ooh then I met you

I never thought I would ever say
That I need you the way I do
But then I never felt what I’m feeling today
I just never knew, then I met you

I’ve heard my songs over the radio
They follow me wherever I go
I wold listen to my own words
And wonder why they’d never ring quite true
Then I met you…and I knew

Words & Music Kevin Cronin
©1996 Camp Cronin Music, all rights reserved

I know she’s sleeping with him
But it can’t be true
She loves me too much
That’s just something she wouldn’t do

Now you may say I look the other way
You may think I’m blind
But I say don’t go looking for what you don’t want to find

Wouldn’t I be the one that you’d come running to
Wouldn’t they be my arms
I look into your eyes as you tenderly hold me
So safe and secure, oh how I wish I were

I know she’s sleeping with him
But it can’t be true…

I say to myself, I’ve given all I can
I tell myself this game must end
But in the mirror do I see a new man
Or will I look the other way again?

I know she’s sleeping with him
But it can’t be true…

I know it, you know it, everybody knows it
I can’t look the other way
I won’t look the other way again

Words & Music Kevin Cronin
©1996 Camp Cronin Music, all rights reserved

Staring up at the moonlight
Looking up at the stars
I’m alone and I just want to be with you
But I don’t know where you are

Maybe I took you for granted
So blind, I let your love slip away
Now I’m missing you so much I can’t stand it
Please believe me when I say,

After tonight, I never will be the same again
This time I’m sure that nothing means more
Than giving you all the love I can
After tonight I promise, I’m gonna be a better man
Just hold me tight, and I’ll be all right
After tonight

Anticipating the moment
When I can make love with you again
Patience is a virtue I’m finding
Very hard to understand

After tonight, I will never be the same again
This time I’m sure that nothing means more
Than giving you all the love I can
After tonight I promise, I’m gonna be a better man
Just hold me tight, and I’ll be all right
After tonight

Words & Music Bruce Hall
©1996 Large Music, all rights reserved

Hey, wait a minute Something just ain’t right
Hey, wait a minute Something’s just not fair
I was supposed to win the lottery
I’m supposed to be a millionaire
I’m supposed to be a worldwide tourist
With lots of equity and life insurance
Yes I’m supposed to be a gold card member
Rubbin’ elbows with the big time spenders
I’m supposed to be a wealthy man
But all I’ve got are blistered hands
Hey, wait a minute!

Hey, wait a minute
There’s got to be a better way
I’m workin’ twice as hard but gettin’ no richer
Than I was yesterday
I’m supposed to drive a big Mercedes
Live in a mansion full of naked ladies
I’m supposed to own my own casino
Be a superstar like Sammy, Frank and Dino
Some day I’m gonna be a big success
And tell my boss to kiss my ass

Hey, wait a minute
Something must be wrong
I’m supposed to be dining on caviar
And drinking Dom Perignon
Yes I’m supposed to have open invitations
To classy country clubs all across the nation
Yes I’m supposed to have jewelry and diamonds
And a fifty foot yacht I can sail around the islands
I’m supposed to be so carefree
But all I’ve got is misery
Hey, wait a minute
Something’s just not right

Words & Music Bruce Hall
©1996 Large Music, all rights reserved

You made my decision
Now take hold of my hand
And I’ll promise in front of the world
To be your one true man

I’ll stand among my best friends
They all understand
That I’m changing for the better (yes I am)
I’m your one true man

I am your one true man
Your one true man I am
I’m gonna love you like no one man can
Your one true man, I am

Living wit me isn’t easy
My life has its demands
But I want you to know that wherever I go
I’m your one true man

I am your one true man
You one true man I am…

Sometimes I get so crazy
You get so hard to hold on to
But I won’t let you go
Cus I know, I know who I am

I am your one true man
Your one true man I am
I’m gonna love you like no one man can
Your one true man I am

Words & Music Kevin Cronin
©1996 Camp Cronin Music, all rights reserved

She’s gonna love me like you never could
She’s gonna treat me like you never would
She’s gonna love me live I’ve never been loved before

You should have grabbed me when you had your chance
You got a little bit too big for your own leather pants
I could have told you from the start
No one’s ever taken better care of your heart
Now your gone, I don’t care
I’ve got a woman who will always be there, and…

She’s gonna love me like you never could
She’s gonna treat me like you never would
She’s gonna love me like I’ve never been loved before
She’s gonna spin me like a roulette wheel
She’s gonna treat me like I’m her last meal
She’s gonna love me and I keep comin’ back for more

Ooh she’s gonna love me
Ooh she’s gonna love me
She’s gonna love me like her favorite hobby
Throw me down and love me in the hotel lobby

You figured I’d just always be around
You thought we were so hot, you could have any boy in town
Baby I’ve got some news for you
I’ve got places to go and people to do
Yeah, I cried a little when you said good-bye
But now my eyes are filled with tears of joy, cus-
She’s gonna love me like you never could
She’s gonna treat me like you never would

Words & Music Kevin Cronin & Dave Amato
©1996 Camp Cronin Music / Six Stringer Songs, all rights reserved

Found myself heading down toward Springfield
The last sign said it was twelve miles west
It’s gettin’ hard to see through the salt on my windshield
But it looks like I’m gonna make it before the sun sets

The morning I arrived was Lincoln’s birthday
So I walked through his house and saw his tomb
I decided that a tour through the Civil War Memorial Museum would be a drag
I was tired of seeing monuments about other men’s doom

Now I don’t want you people to think that all there is around Springfield Illinois
Are landmarks telling `bout the good old Lincoln years
Cus just north of town I saw a sign that said the Illinois Opry is open tonight
And the sweet sound of country music filled my ears

And I want to be a star in the Illinois Opry now
The people in the country certainly know how to play
It may be a while before I’m ready
But I’m gonna be up on that stage someday

I could easily write a whole song about the licks that guitar man was pickin’
I could go on for hours `bout the old boy on pedal steel
But I’m not singing `bout people who were just playin’ music
I’m singing about how fine their music made me feel

There’s a lot of people who have taken years of lessons
Trying to learn how to make their music fit the trend
But the simple folks at the Opry have got somethin’ special
And I think that we all could use a lesson or two from them

And I want to be a star in the Illinois Opry now
The people in the country certainly know how to play
It maybe a while before I’m ready
But I’m gonna be up on that stage someday

Words & Music Kevin Cronin
©1996 Camp Cronin Music, all rights reserved