Bicycle
 

Love is saying sorry first

Telling the worst thought, “Uh-uh, no sir.”

Life’s a game of chicken, love is first swerve

Love is saying sorry first

 

Love is sticking to your guns

Holding the mirror ‘til the vision comes

If life’s a game of chicken, love will never run

'Cause love is sticking to your guns

 

It’s kinda like the pedals on my child’s bicycle

The pedals lock beneath your feet, you try to make them go

Push pedal against pedal, and then it starts to flow

Into a forward cycle: confess, repent, grow

 

Love is seeing ours not mine

Fighting the world, not our own pride

Life’s no game of chicken, that bird just doesn’t fly

Love is seeing ours not mine

 

It’s kinda like the pedals on my child’s bicycle

The pedals lock beneath your feet, you try to make them go

To move the bike along, one of those pedals must come low 

And start the forward cycle: confess, repent, grow..

 

© 2020 Janet Blair Music ASCAP

 
Wake Up, Daylight

Wake up, daylight, out the door again

Work hard, try to feel like you fit in

 

You say...You’re inadequate

You say....You’re unloved

You say….wearing thin, behind the clock

And you're not enough

 

Strange - the best man I have ever known

Tells me he’s a fool when he gets home

 

You say...You’re inadequate

You say....You’re unloved

You say….wearing thin, behind the clock

And you're not enough

 

I see beautiful

I see beautiful

And all you know is worn out soul

 

So, you’re inadequate

I wish you could see

Your tired, weary, worn-out soul

Is beautiful to me

 

© 2020 Janet Blair Music ASCAP

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