Here’s what we called “The Ballad.” Yup…every band had to do a power ballad back in the 80’s. I originally wrote these lyrics when I was 14. I had met the first girl who’d ever really paid attention to me. It was a dreaded “long distance” relationship. OK…there was no real relationship. Just a lot of letter-writing, and youthful poetry. I sent her an early version of this song. Nothing ever came of the relationship. But…I hung on to the lyrics for if\/when the opportunity arose where I could utilize them.\u00a0 In hindsight, this song went on a bit too long. You can hear where we should’ve ended it. But, I wanted to pay tribute to one of my favorite artists named Bruce Cockburn (pro: Co-burn). So, I included a slightly rearranged lyric from my favorite song of his called “Lovers in A Dangerous Time.”<\/p>\n
It’s late at night and I can’t get to sleep<\/em> Time we had<\/em> You came in my life I wasn’t prepared-no<\/em> Time we had<\/em> Cos’ you’re a million miles away<\/em> Time…Time to lose<\/em> (Solo)<\/em><\/p>\n A far away place I’m singing this song<\/em> Time we had<\/em> Time…to lose<\/em><\/p>\n Don’t the hours grow short as the days go by<\/em>
\n It’s the feelings I fight and the memories I keep<\/em>
\n I didn’t know how to say good bye<\/em>
\n You just smiled with a tear in your eye<\/em><\/p>\n
\n Time to choose<\/em>
\n When times went bad<\/em>
\n It was a time for fools<\/em>
\n Time spent with you<\/em>
\n Was never meant to end<\/em>
\n No time to lose<\/em>
\n …a friend<\/em><\/p>\n
\n Was a pleasant surprise can’t believe you’re not there<\/em>
\n Alone in the dark, all I see is your face<\/em>
\n Without you, I’m lost without a trace-oh<\/em><\/p>\n
\n Time to choose<\/em>
\n When times went bad<\/em>
\n It was a time for fools<\/em>
\n Time spent with you<\/em>
\n Was never meant to end<\/em>
\n No time to lose<\/em>
\n More than a friend<\/em><\/p>\n
\n An’ I still can’t believe you’re gone<\/em><\/p>\n
\n So much more left to do<\/em>
\n So much more left for you<\/em><\/p>\n
\n Just leave me a trace an’ I’ll know it’s not wrong<\/em><\/p>\n
\n Time to choose<\/em>
\n When times went bad<\/em>
\n It was a time for fools<\/em>
\n Time spent with you<\/em>
\n Was never meant to end<\/em>
\n No time to lose<\/em>
\n More than a friend<\/em>
\n So much more left to do<\/em><\/p>\n
\n Never you stop to question why<\/em><\/p>\n\n