Wake Up

I don’t know why, but this song was in my head from the moment I woke up this morning.  I haven’t heard it in years, as far as I know, and I may be teased by my friend Matty for remembering it, but I have to say, it was a nice thought to begin the day with…

Wasn’t it yesterday I was eight years old
I had a pocket full of rocks
That I knew were made of solid gold–
There were girls to be hated
Trees to be climbed
Forts to be built, there was so much time–
It’s good to be alive, it’s good to be alive

There’s nothing in the world like being fifteen
Your pockets are empty, but your head is full of dreams
Of girls to be loved
Of places to see
It’s the best and the worst
Just my friends and me
And we’re anything we want to be

And it’s good to be alive!
To feel the wind in my face
See the blue in the sky–
It’s days like this I realize
What a gift it is…
It’s good to be alive!

Well I wonder what this day will see
Will I find my dreams or stare in the face of tragedy
Whatever may come
Whatever may be
Of this I am sure, I’m forgiven and free
And I will live like I believe

–Geoff Moore and the Distance (I know, I can’t believe I’m quoting them here, either.)

1 Comment

  1. nunosfriend says:

    Why should the devil have all the good music? Believe it or not, I listened to a little Geoff Moore in my day…the early ones especially had better guitar playing on them than most things of the period did…albeit 80’s guitar playing…turns out it was because it was played by Dann Huff who is a prominent producer now and still legendary to guitarists for his playing on the CD’s by his band Giant and Gordon Kennedy (yes, of Whiteheart), but who also won a Grammy for writing Eric Clapton’s “Change the World”…wasn’t just my imagination, the playing really was betterWhy the frig do I remember that?


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