Sync Different

There’s a place down the street

Where my friends congregate
And when we sit on those bar stools
We’re not alone
10 am the lights are on
Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong
And we’re drowning those memories
One by one

You can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
If you’re tryin’ to hang on

To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home

The neon lights are bright
Even tho it’s past midnight
And the band’s packed up and moved on
Stare at the clock on the wall
Bartender says last call
And I start missin’ her most of all

So, you can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
So if you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
Too many reasons not to go back home

I am waking up In the orchard of our dreams It hasn’t been easy We haven’t been friends for a while I will turn my back On the things I’ve done That have made you disappear You haven’t been first, for a while I could I could Blame it on the weather Blame it on the plan I could, I could Blame it on my job Blame the other man I could, I could Gather up my stones Hurl them at you I could, I could But if I lay a single finger I’m hurting me too I can see the light And it doesn’t burn my eyes For the first time in a long time I’m walking out from the shadows You twist your head Turn your heart to my face Your independent smile Tells me we can be friends again I’m being honest I’m being honest I’m being honest Right with you now I’m being honest I’m being honest I’m being honest Right here now

Alas, winter has passed;
Spring comes on fast;
May flowers bloom.
A new tune to call forth a day;
New love hail new way;
For us all.
Arise! Dab sleep from your eyes;
Make way for strange times;
Advance to the sky!
Gone frost on pane;
Tomorrow we regain;
Days will be long.
For who knows what tales will unfold;
To be free of cold;
And the long winter’s night.
Alas, winter has passed;
Spring comes on fast;
Spring comes on fast.

One … for joy!
And one … for sorrow.
One for the hand –
That takes mine tomorrow.
One for the passing stranger.
And one for all of us who loves us:
A little danger!
La la la, la la la!
And what for those who scoff at our fun?
Well, for them there shall be none!
And only some for those who save and never spend.
For why shall they have when they don't care
for the little things they get?
And lest they be slow to take what's so graciously offered –
Well there's only more for us,
for we're the ones who bother!
La la la, la la la!
One … for joy!
And one … for sorrow
One for the hand that takes mine tomorrow.
One for the passing stranger.
And one for all of us who loves us:
A little danger!
La la la, la la la!