Say, can you hear Is there a meaning to your grief? Where there is pain You see grace As if sacrifice Was meaningful end in itself Your trial and error is error and error Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been broken You're self-absorbed Raving about your cryptic ways Aren't willing to change Old grudges Hoping for your turn All the basement stories you heard Waiting for the world To bend around you Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been broken Waiting for the world To bend around you Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been broken

Say, can you hear Is there a meaning to your grief? Where there is pain You see grace As if sacrifice Was meaningful end in itself Your trial and error is error and error Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been Hoping You're self-absorbed Raving about your cryptic ways Aren't willing to change Old grudges Hoping for your turn All the basement stories you heard Waiting for the world To bend around you Staying at the end of a hallway Dozens of doors you never tried to open Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat You try to fix things that have never been Hoping Waiting for the world to bend around you Waiting for the world to bend around you Waiting for the world to bend around you Staying at the end of a hallway Waiting for the world to bend around you Dozens of doors you never tried to open Waiting for the world to bend around you Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat Waiting for the world to bend around you You try to fix things that have never been broken

Waited a hundred years to see your face And I would wait a hundred more If only to be near you To have you and to hear you (hear you) Isn't that what time is for? I sailed a thousand ships in search of you Travelled to distant lands I dove for sunken gold I took what I could hold, you're Still the greatest treasure I've held in my hands My love, the reason I survive Trust we'll be together soon Should our fire turn to dark Take my heart with you A tattered photograph, my pocket holds I keep you secretly (secretly) I studied every line You're etched upon my mind For not a million soldiers could take you from me And my love, the reason I survive Trust we'll be together soon Should our fire turn to dark Take my heart with you, you My love, the reason I survive Trust we'll be together soon Should our fire turn to dark Take my heart with you Take my heart with you Take my heart with you

(Writers: Jay Livingston, Ray Evans) City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, Dressed in holiday style, In the air there's a feeling of Christmas. Children laughing, people passing, Meeting smile after smile, And on every street corner you hear. Silver bells, silver bells, It's Christmastime in the city. Hear the bells go ding-a-ling, hear them ring, Soon it will be Christmas day. Strings of street lights, even stop lights Blink a bright red and green As the shoppers rush home with their treasures. Hear the snow crunch, see the kids bunch, This is Santa's big scene, And above all this bustle you hear. Silver bells, silver bells, It's Christmastime in the city. Hear the bells go ding-a-ling, hear them ring, Soon it will be Christmas day...

She stayed up all night and cried into her pillow And fought off the urge to just break down and call Last night to find the fault seemed so darn easy But now who's to blame don't matter much at all She thinks if she calls him, it just shows weakness So the hurt goes on with every tear she's cried Ain't it sad to see a good love fall to pieces Chalk another heartbreak up to foolish pride Turn out the lights, the competition's over The stubborn souls are the losers here tonight And while the bridges burn Another hard, hard lesson's learned As in the ashes, passion slowly dies And this romance goes down to foolish pride, yeah He relives every word they spoke in anger He walks the floor and punches out the wall To apologize to her, would be so simple But instead he cries, "I'll be damned if I'll crawl" If he loses her, he's lost his best friend And more than just a lover can provide So he wrestles with emotions that defeat him Chalk another love lost up to foolish pride Turn out the lights, the competition's over The stubborn souls are the losers here tonight Yeah, and while the bridges burn Another hard, hard lesson's learned As in the ashes, passion slowly dies And this romance goes down to foolish pride Chalk another love lost up to foolish pride Yeah, yeah

I took a double take out on the interstate When I saw her makin' eyes at me So I followed her down to Clubhouse Drive Past the pool on the eighteenth green And in the parkin' lot I said, "It's mighty hot Maybe I could buy you a beer" She said, "I'm glad you asked but I'll have to pass 'Cause only members are allowed in here" And I said I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drinkin' from a Dixie cup Hey, I'm a bona fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub I'm a member of a country club You look so invitin', thought it might be excitin' For a woman with a limousine To go bouncin' around in a beat up truck With a man in wore out jeans Yeah, it's five o'clock before Friday night Here's where the fun begins So don't worry 'bout your reputation 'Cause you can tell all your friends I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drinkin' from a Dixie cup Hey, I'm a bona fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub Well, I'm a member of a country club Yeah, I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drinkin' from a Dixie cup Hey, I'm a bona fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub Well, I'm a member of a country club At any honky-tonk roadside pub Well, I'm a member of a country club