Timothy B. Schmit. I Guess We'll Go on Living. Zeneszám
(t. b. schmit/w. jennings/b. gaitsch)
Seems like these days love's a dangerous thing
Is it a gift or curse that you bring?
Oh love...so many dreams will die
But I go on with all the hope in my heart
Though I know life can just tear me apart
Funny old road and I know it will bend
Maybe rainbows shining there at the end
I know a girl who just gave it away
She says it's hard when there's no one who'll stay
These days...oh I have heard her cry
But she writes songs about the way that she feels
And I hear them and I believe they are real
She is so strong that I feel it in me
And she's right there where she always will be
I guess we'll go on living
Give it all 'til it all starts giving
Walk through this pain and sorrow
Just to feel one more tomorrow
I guess we'll go on living
Oh lovers who gave life to me
I hope they're all happy as they can be
Oh how the years go by
There's a sweet wind blowing out of the west
So I breathe in and know I'm still blessed
I never know what the next day will be
But I'll get up just so I can see
While there is music inside you and me
I guess we'll go on living
Seems like these days love's a dangerous thing
Is it a gift or curse that you bring?
Oh love...so many dreams will die
But I go on with all the hope in my heart
Though I know life can just tear me apart
Funny old road and I know it will bend
Maybe rainbows shining there at the end
I know a girl who just gave it away
She says it's hard when there's no one who'll stay
These days...oh I have heard her cry
But she writes songs about the way that she feels
And I hear them and I believe they are real
She is so strong that I feel it in me
And she's right there where she always will be
I guess we'll go on living
Give it all 'til it all starts giving
Walk through this pain and sorrow
Just to feel one more tomorrow
I guess we'll go on living
Oh lovers who gave life to me
I hope they're all happy as they can be
Oh how the years go by
There's a sweet wind blowing out of the west
So I breathe in and know I'm still blessed
I never know what the next day will be
But I'll get up just so I can see
While there is music inside you and me
I guess we'll go on living
Timothy B. Schmit
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