Best Of Many Days Lyrics

Best of Many Days

Young and seventeen, pockets full of dreams

And the strength of several men

I never looked back, I never looked down

I never went home again

Of course I ignored the wisdoms

Stories I was told

Blind to all the fears and the dread

Diving off the cliffs into the great unknown

No place I’d rather be instead

Were those the best of my many days?

Running on rocket fuel

Were those the best of my many days?

While hourglass sand runs through

They said time will take its toll

And time will have its way

It breaks a man each and every day

We all stand to face it, no one ever beats it

Time always wins this game

Were those the best of my many days?

I’m not ready to come home

Were those the best of my many days?

As the hourglass sand runs low

How was it that she knew, there would be a way,

To make it through, and we never looked back, we never looked down

She said in time every cloudy day turns to blue

Now I stand here before you and look you in the eye

Seeing things I’ve never seen before

Each day brings a new day, better than the last day

Knocking on my front door

These are the best of my many days

Singing to my tired old bones

These are the best of my many days

She turns the hour glass sand to gold

She turns the hour glass sand to gold

She turns the hour glass

She turns the hour glass

 

Above the Rain

Words and Music Michael Veitch and Rita Schwartz

(c) 2020 Burt Street Music (BMI)

The sun still shines above the darkness

On the days we’ve lost our way

When everything can feel so heartless

The sky she always smiles above the rain

When all appears undone

She smiles, she smiles on everyone

I see blue skies when the others

Cry each morning sisters brothers

Try and do the best you can

All will mend is due time

While the sky, she smiles above the rain

She smiles, she smiles above the rain

Open your hand there’s a gift here for taking

Do what you can, it’s your life you are making

Remember the past share a story for telling

It’s a story worth saving

Broken glass may last forever

Still a chance for better weather

All those years may still seem close

We’ve got hope we’ve got each other

Here, she smiles above the rain

Right here, she smiles above the rain

She smiles on everyday

 

Edge of This Town

Words & Music Michael Veitch

(c)2020 Burt Street Music (BMI)

I’ve gambled all my younger years

With the gypsies and the dime store dears

I’ve lost more than I ever feared

I looked up and those years were gone

Facing the music with a handful of wires

Singing for dreamers and habitual liars

It was my choice and my desire

And I would not change a thing

Around the fires

I’m holding tight to my ground

Out here on the edge of this town

I’ve followed the wildest untamed rivers

Still searching for a deep blue sea

Superhighways and dead end streets

They have all looked good to me

Chorus

We try and we try to reach the top

Of a mountain made of solid rock

My heart keeps saying don’t you stop

And I won’t, it’s all that I got

Chorus

 

That Was The Summer

Words& Music Michael Veitch

(c)2020 Burt Street Music (BMI)

Miracles happen on Saint Marks Place

Up on the roof holding hands

It only takes a moment standing in grace

Who knows then what the Gods have planned

Hey, hey, hey, yay, yay, that was the summer

Hey, hey, hey, yay,yay, that was the summer

It was

Dancin’ on the corner to Patti Smith

It was hot and it was rarely dry

Loud and smoky and smelling of risk

Saw the Ramones that night and we cried

Hey, hey, hey, yay, yay, that was the summer

Hey, hey, hey, yay, yay, that was the summer

Living life large on the lower east side

Waking up the fires deep inside

Two hearts burning like a live wire

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn

Miracles happen on Saint Marks Place

Down on the street the world moves on

Those were the best of the many days

Among so many forgotten and gone

Hey, hey, hey, yay, yay, that was the summer

Hey, hey, hey, yay, yay, that was the summer

It was

 

Shame Shame Shame

Words & Music Michael Veitch

(c) 2020 Burt Street Music(BMI)

Drivin past the old school I remember it well

Runnin’ through those hallways, the ringing of the bells

And the fateful day we all woke up

Inside a living hell

Cryin Shame shame shame, shame shame shame, shame shame shame

This world has got to change

The crazy guy you pray will never come out here to call

Shows up with an AR 15 loaded for us all

Run as fast as you can hope that you won’t have to crawl

Cryin’ Shame shame shame, shame shame shame, shame shame shame

This world has got to change

After the funerals,  clean up and the blame

The Nation in horror, things won’t ever be the same

 Politicans stand with the NRA

Speak up or it will all stay the same

Speak up now or it will surely happen again

They tore down the old school and left a plaque there on the lawn

Remembering what used to be and those who now are gone

Our class it got much smaller at the barrel of a gun

Chorus: This world is gonna change

chorus

 

Last Mile

Words & Music Michael Veitch

(c)2020 Burt Street Music (BMI)

The middle of nowhere used to be somewhere

 Where a man could find some peace

Drivin all night gone -into the morning dawn

Worlds you’ve always chased within reach

There was a smile here on your face

It’s the final mile here in this race

Runnin 16 hours long and straight is that a tear on your face

A tear on your face

Drivin with no regrets

A steady job a sure bet

While 18 wheels sang their song

The rigs are going to drive themselves

Nobody up there at the helm

And no heart to sing along

Chorus

Gone up in a cloud of smoke

All used up and feelin’ broke

This ain’t no dream and it ain’t no  joke

Least they left you with your memories

Least they left you with your memories

Now sittin’ in that easy chair

Never got much wear and tear

Now it’s home to all that’s left

Starin’ off into thin air

Nobody left to care

Goodbye to highways and good pay checks

Chorus

 

Lucky Ones

Words & Music Michael Veitch

(c)2020 Burt Street Musc (BMI)

As we live each day for the journey

As it comes and wherever it goes

 The sun still wins her fight with the darkeness

Somehow she always knows

That we’re the lucky ones

Inside the picture

Painted with a fine brush

We’re the lucky ones

It may hail and rain around us

But it never falls between us

Beneath the skin

Where it sometimes hurts the deepest

Not even smiles

Can ever really hide it

Behind the laughs 

It just gets harder to fake it

When it’s all wrapped up inside

And we’re the lucky ones

Still here to feel the winds

And the songs that they send

We’re the lucky ones

Play that slow mandolin

Found along some old road we’ve bee

And it may not always be getting better

Even though that old song says it will

Someday soon we may all be forgotten

But we’re sure to be forgiven

Cause we’re the lucky ones

We’re the lucky ones

We’re the lucky ones

We’re the lucky ones

 

Pontiac

Words and Music Michael Veitch

(c)2020 Burt Street Music All Rights Reserved

My father drove a Pontiac to his dying day

After years of wishing and hoping and praying

He believed in whiskey and miracles in the air

He believed in the angels, believed in the angels out there

He said ride with me to the end of the long white line

Where the most beautiful smile hangs there in the sky

All red gold and blue, an electric wild eye

Those are the angels, those are angels on fire

Beyond that neon and the shimmer in the mist

Miles from here the place where the broken find some rest

And the dust it gets washed down with every last ounce of regrets

And the ice it never melts, and the juke box never quits it never quits

We let no rain fall between us

We’re the last of the line here

Singing sweet as darkness calls us

Under skies so near

Believing in the whiskey and the miracles in the air

Don’t forget to make your wishes don’t forget to say your prayers

My father drove a Pontiac…etc.

 

Lisa Marie,
Music and lyrics Michael Veitch & John Lynch
Copyrighted 2012 All Rights Reserved
Burt Street Music (BMI)

Lisa Marie, did you ever long to be
Queen of the prom, dance till dawn
Fall into your Daddy’s arms?

Lisa Marie, all covered in flashbulbs blinding
Lines of long Cadillacs idling
Flowers piled on your lawn

It’s your Grace-behind the notes on the big white gates
It’s your Grace-it’s all your grace now

Lisa Marie, it must be so hard to go back
Everything gone or it’s wrapped in black
Nothing left of the happy days

Lisa Marie, alone at the top of your stairs
With a long silver streak of hair
And a sixties memory

Chor

Bridge: The bottom of your garden well
It’s wishes piled high where we all
Left our goodbyes, we all left our goodbyes

Lisa Marie, watching it rain down our tears
From a blue blue suede Memphis sky
Year after year

 

 Never Been To China 

Words and Music Michael Veitch © 2006 Burt Street Music(BMI) 

Laying in my bed and I’m waiting for a train 

That flies down the valley, every night 

Staring at my ceiling and dreaming of riding that train 

For a million miles 

Chorus: 

Someday I’m going to lose this place, I’ve never been to China 

Too far it won’t be too far away, I’ve never been to China 

Someday I’m going to lose this place, this place 

Someday I’m going to lose this place 

And I’m watching from my corner those cars go driving so fast 

So big, so shiny. 

With their smiling faces behind the wheel, dancing in their mirrors as 

They look behind me 

Chorus 

I leave those voices behind closed doors, no more cries in the long 

Lonely nights to be ignored 

And I’l say goodbye to whisky who stayed too long, oh what two 

People can do when their demons roar, when their demons roar 

It was a violent night nearly every night, somebody paid the price 

It was usually me 

Now I get up in the morning put a smile on my face 

I’m all right, the dishes are clean 

chorus 

 

 One Step Beyond 

Words and Music Michael Veitch © 2020 Burt Street Music (BMI) 

One step beyond, where answers are free 

It takes a lifetime, to finally see 

Lightness and grace, to all a gift 

A tear on a face, a smile you’ve missed 

One step beyond 

One step beyond, safe travels old friend 

If you make it through, find a song to send 

Teach us to be strong, on our burying day 

Every minute gone, a simple breath away 

One step beyond 

Bridge: Fields of Texas Blue and I can’t help thinking 

Of an afternoon, sitting by a fire singing clear and true, 

The only way that anyone could ever reach you 

One step beyond, it’s the final scene 

The fade to black, welcome to the dream 

Through dark mountains, into Galway mist 

Across midnight moors, you’ve waited for this 

One step beyond, one step beyond, one step beyond. 

 

 Try, Try, Try 

Words and music Michael Veitch © 2020 Burt Street Music (BMI) 

Through the tears it looked like rain on the windshield 

And all those hands were fit to be tied 

They are wringing you dry until your all in tatters 

What matters is you try, try,try 

You should have taken that right turn sooner than later 

Instead of waiting for all those years to fly 

Even with every high beam making you blind 

What matters is you try, try, try 

Bridge: Leaving behind another lonely lifetime, the suitcase 

Packed with your memories, Leaving the rest along the roadside, 

We only get one ticket to ride. 

She woke you up this morning with a sunrise 

And a table spread with all her dreams and smiles 

It may have taken years but you are here and you survived 

What matters is you try, try, try 

Try, try try. 

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