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Dan Fogelberg Lyrics
Dan Fogelberg - Same Old Lang
Syne Lyrics
Dan Fogelberg - Leader Of The Band
Lyrics
Dan Fogelberg - Same Old Lang
Syne Lyrics
Met my old lover in the
grocery store
The snow was falling christmas
eve
I stole behind her in the
frozen foods
And I touched her on the
sleeve
She didnt recognize the face
at first
But then her eyes flew open
wide
She went to hug me and she
spilled her purse
And we laughed until we
cried.
We took her groceries to
the checkout stand
The food was totalled up
and bagged
We stood there lost in our
embarrassment
As the conversation dragged.
We went to have ourselves
a drink or two
But couldnt find an open
bar
We bought a six-pack at
the liquor store
And we drank it in her car.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond
the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
She said shed married her
an architect
Who kept her warm and safe
and dry
She would have liked to
say she loved the man
But she didnt like to lie.
I said the years had been
a friend to her
And that her eyes were still
as blue
But in those eyes I wasnt
sure if I saw
Doubt or gratitude.
She said she saw me in the
record stores
And that I must be doing
well
I said the audience was
heavenly
But the traveling was hell.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond
the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another auld lang syne...
The beer was empty and our
tongues were tired
And running out of things
to say
She gave a kiss to me as
I got out
And I watched her drive
away.
Just for a moment I was back
at school
And felt that old familiar
pain
And as I turned to make
my way back home
The snow turned into rain
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Dan Fogelberg - Leader Of The Band
Lyrics
An only child
Alone and wild
A cabinet makers son
His hands were meant
For different work
And his heart was known
To none --
He left his home
And went his lone
And solitary way
And he gave to me
A gift I know I never
Can repay
A quiet man of music
Denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier
once
But his music wouldnt wait
He earned his love
Through discipline
A thundering, velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting
souls
Took me years to understand.
The leader of the band is
tired
And his eyes are growing
old
But his blood runs through
My instrument
And his song is in my soul
--
My life has been a poor
attempt
To imitate the man
Im just a living legacy
To the leader of the band.
My brothers lives were
Different
For they heard another call
One went to chicago
And the other to st. paul
And Im in colorado
When Im not in some hotel
Living out this life Ive
chose
And come to know so well.
I thank you for the music
And your stories of the
road
I thank you for the freedom
When it came my time to
go --
I thank you for the kindness
And the times when you got
tough
And, pap, I dont think i
Said i love you near enough
--
The leader of the band is
tired
And his eyes are growing
old
But his blood runs through
My instrument
And his song is in my soul
--
My life has been a poor
attempt
To imitate the man
Im just a living legacy
To the leader of the band
I am the living legacy
To the leader of the band. |
