Alice Graham - The Skydiggers

You know I want you It's not a secret I try to hide I know you want me So don't keep saying our hands are tied You claim it's not in the cards Fate is pulling you miles away And out of reach from me But you're here in my heart So who can stop me if I decide That you're my destiny? What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine Nothing could keep us apart You'd be the one I was meant to find It's up to you, and it's up to me No one can say what we get to be So why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours Tonight You think it's easy You think I don't want to run to you But there are mountains And there are doors that we can't walk through I know you're wondering why Because we're able to be Just you and me Within these walls But when we go outside You're going to wake up and see that it was hopeless after all No one can rewrite the stars How can you say you'll be mine? Everything keeps us apart And I'm not the one you were meant to find It's not up to you It's not up to me When everyone tells us what we can be How can we rewrite the stars? Say that the world can be ours Tonight All I want is to fly with you All I want is to fall with you So just give me all of you It feels impossible (it's not impossible) Is it impossible? Say that it's possible How do we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine? Nothing can keep us apart 'Cause you are the one I was meant to find It's up to you And it's up to me No one can say what we get to be And why don't we rewrite the stars? Changing the world to be ours You know I want you It's not a secret I try to hide But I can't have you We're bound to break and my hands are tied

It's a Pity The things you say about me It's a Pity What you say about yourself It's a Pity That we can't talk this over It's a Pity That we can't work this out It's a Pity The way that men treat women It's a Pity The way men treat themselves It's a Pity The walls we build between us It's a Pity We build them higher still It's a Pity The way you treat your husband It's a Pity The way you treat your wife It's a Pity The way we treat our children It's a Pity To waste a single life Once we thought we were. Once when we were young Maybe we've wasted all the good years Or maybe the best are yet to come Now I have nothing left to offer And so I offer you this song And maybe the chance for a reunion And maybe a chance to get along And maybe a chance to live together And maybe a chance to get along