Travel Far Away From Home

Ever since I was a child
Restless as a river
I’d want to run
From everything I’d known
Blue horizon
It was calling me to wander
Travel far away from home
Travel far away from home

With the turning of the trees
Turning of the season
Wild windblown leaves
I’d wonder where they’ve flown
Turn to follow
It’s my soul that wants to wander
Travel far away from home
Travel far away from home

Inside my dreams
I’m swept into a breeze
That calls and carries me
Out through a cloudless sky
And where the rivers overflow
I rise as though
A northern gust of wind’s inviting me to fly

All the people that I love
The places so familiar
I’ll leave behind
For now that I am grown
Blue horizon
It’s calling me to wander
To travel far away from home
Travel far away from home
Travel far away from home
Travel far away from home

That restless river
Flowing farther
Than oceans
As endless as sky
A call to travel far away from home

Set to Pat Metheny’s “Travels”
Randy Phillips lyrics/Blue Violet Music©2008

Life Loves Lone Jack

Music: Pat Metheny
Lyrics: Randy Phillips 

Cats who knew him back when
Said he’s never been the same since he got back from ‘Nam
In the maze of his bent mind
Life is good and life
Loves Lone Jack

By the bus stop street sign
Where he salvages a treasure trove of stubbed out smokes
Half a sandwich, heaven sent
Life is good and life
Loves Lone Jack

Punching shadows out on the city streets
He falls
Follows littered wind
Talks to no one, nobody else sees
But him,
Lone Jack

All the suits shake their heads
But he’s not the one imprisoned by the 9 to 5
The Divine Spark will provide
Life is good and life
Loves Lone Jack

Angels spinning
Light up his brain
Hallelujah lightning through
His veins

Set to Pat Metheny’s “Lone Jack”
Randy Phillips lyrics/Blue Violet Music©2008

She Ain’t Here

Music: Pat Metheny
Lyrics: Randy Phillips 

Spring ain't here
and I've seen no sun anywhere
for so long
She ain't here
and since I fell from favor
all the green's gone

More than just a part of my world
Daylight fades to grey
drained all away
I lost my inspiration
If I only could compose the phrases
I would say I'm sorry

Spring ain't here
There's just some storm clouds brewing up
a dark day
She ain't here
since I let my eye wander
and my heart stray
I let her slip away
I've just been sidelined by
my own stupid mistakes,
If I could circle it back...

Maybe I'll
pen some sweet words write a
son-net or poem con-vince her
to for-give this fool,
Come Back Home

 
Spring ain't here
and every dull day's shadow is
a long night
She ain't here
Blindsided, stunned, I'm blinking
in the headlights

More than just a part of my world
If I could only find
that lyrical line
and some determination
If I only could compose the phrases
I would say I'm sorry

Spring ain't here
There's just a cold wind whipping through
a sad song
She ain't here
I took her heart for granted
and I did her wrong,
She knew it all along
and she was swept aside
by my stupid mistakes
If I could circle it back...

Then I would
pen some sweet words, bro-ken
hearted, alone, con-vince her
to for-give this fool
Come Back Home

INSTRUMENTAL

Spring ain't here
and so I must be dreaming
as she wakes me
Now she's here
and with her sweet forgiveness
she has saved me

So much more than part of my world
Sunlight through the rain, hear me again
declare my dedication
holding out my heart in both of my hands
as I say I'm sorry

Spring ain't here
but somehow swirls of daffodils
surround us
Wide eyed wonder how a shower of
cherry blossoms found us
They fall around us
I must've stumbled upon
just the right turn of phrase
because we're circling back...

Suddenly
twigs sprout with leaves/ fresh cut
grass scent-ed air /fields of poppies
ablaze/ bran-ches bud ev-ery-where/
wild wood plum trees in bloom/ vines are
burst-ing with grapes/ feel the sap
as it ri-ses/ she's
Come Back Home

Set to Pat Metheny’s “Spring Ain’t Here”
Randy Phillips Lyrics/Blue Violet Music© 2008

Song For Bilbao

Music: Pat Metheny
Lyrics: Randy Phillips 

It’s when the days done, in Bilbao
people meet, in the square.
Throwing dice, in the plaza
conversation, everywhere.
Turning around from North to South
the old ones speak, the young ones shout.
by the Ria, de Bilbao
in the sweet, summer air.

In the plaza, of Bilbao
it’s the spirit, in their eyes.
In the faces, of all the people
under the spell, of Spanish skies.
Turning around from East to West
the families stroll, the lovers kiss.
The days done, in Bilbao
There is music, in the streets.

Set to Pat Metheny’s “Song For Bilbao”
Randy Phillips Lyrics/Blue Violet Music©2008