<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 21 Dec 2010 23:44:43 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Life: Here &amp; Now II</title><description></description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>795</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-3147923815933698822</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2010 15:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-04T12:03:08.008-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>relationship</category><title>put me in charge</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;Put me in charge, watch me go&lt;br /&gt;
I can't think of anything I don't know&lt;br /&gt;
I'm going ahead with or without the flow&lt;br /&gt;
Just because I can&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Give me the reins; so I can shout 'yeehaw'&lt;br /&gt;
Give me the wheel of this million-dollar car&lt;br /&gt;
Up or down, I can take this far&lt;br /&gt;
It's who I am&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
There's really not a thing&lt;br /&gt;
That's too big for me&lt;br /&gt;
I've had things going good &lt;br /&gt;
All my life, you see&lt;br /&gt;
When others crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;
Here I am, still standing&lt;br /&gt;
and that's a good thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't get some fool idea&lt;br /&gt;
That my time has come&lt;br /&gt;
And don't take me for a fool,&lt;br /&gt;
because, I'm not that dumb&lt;br /&gt;
And I've got the guts to stay&lt;br /&gt;
When others turn tail and run&lt;br /&gt;
and that's a good thing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Put me in charge, watch me go&lt;br /&gt;
I can't think of anything I don't know&lt;br /&gt;
I'm going ahead with or without the flow&lt;br /&gt;
Just because I can&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Give me the reins; so I can shout 'yeehaw'&lt;br /&gt;
Give me the wheel of this million-dollar car&lt;br /&gt;
Up or down, I can take this far&lt;br /&gt;
It's who I am&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And when it comes to loving&lt;br /&gt;
someone as unique as you&lt;br /&gt;
I can do the best&lt;br /&gt;
The rest don't even have a clue&lt;br /&gt;
And you don't have to tell me&lt;br /&gt;
I know just what to do&lt;br /&gt;
To make you smile&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So let me be the one who keeps&lt;br /&gt;
The two of us in line&lt;br /&gt;
And I'll make sure we get &lt;br /&gt;
To where we're headed on time&lt;br /&gt;
Don't worry 'bout being happy,&lt;br /&gt;
Baby, you'll be just fine&lt;br /&gt;
and that's alright&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Put me in charge, watch me go&lt;br /&gt;
I can't think of anything I don't know&lt;br /&gt;
I'm going ahead with or without the flow&lt;br /&gt;
Just because I can&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Give me the reins; so I can shout 'yeehaw'&lt;br /&gt;
Give me the wheel of this million-dollar car&lt;br /&gt;
Up or down, I can take this far&lt;br /&gt;
It's who I am&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-3147923815933698822?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/10/put-me-in-charge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-613935803662270684</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2010 20:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-29T15:34:15.648-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><title>I can't begin to say</title><description>I can't begin to say&lt;br /&gt;
all the things i have in here&lt;br /&gt;
all the things that I love&lt;br /&gt;
the things that I fear&lt;br /&gt;
all the pain I've created&lt;br /&gt;
all the times that I'm elated&lt;br /&gt;
simply by seeing you smile&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can't begin to see&lt;br /&gt;
all the ways you've endured&lt;br /&gt;
all the ways you've sighed&lt;br /&gt;
the ways that you love&lt;br /&gt;
every time that you've shown me&lt;br /&gt;
every day you have known me&lt;br /&gt;
always giving me your smile&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can't begin to tell&lt;br /&gt;
all the ways that I love you&lt;br /&gt;
all the ways that I want&lt;br /&gt;
to discover more&lt;br /&gt;
more of your treasures&lt;br /&gt;
more of your pleasures&lt;br /&gt;
more ways to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-613935803662270684?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-cant-begin-to-say.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-7105895545269579275</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Sep 2010 22:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-29T18:52:23.810-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><title>city boy</title><description>Waking up in the morning to the 'larm clock&lt;br /&gt;
Racing to get my favorite asphalt parkin spot&lt;br /&gt;
Wishing I was somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;
Could put this life on the cosmic shelf&lt;br /&gt;
And follow that no-trail across  the range&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
The guy polished the toes on my distressed Ariats&lt;br /&gt;
Guess he thought 'round here they should look like that&lt;br /&gt;
Three days drive to do a two-step&lt;br /&gt;
And hear the music that I haven't heard yet&lt;br /&gt;
And even though folks think it's a bit strange&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;I know I'm not from Texas&lt;br /&gt;
Although my daddy was&lt;br /&gt;
And don't dis my boots and hat&lt;br /&gt;
Or trash my songs just because&lt;br /&gt;
you think I'm just playin at this part&lt;br /&gt;
I know -- I'm a city boy, &lt;br /&gt;
But I'm a cowboy at heart&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thanking the Lord for all this wide open space&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing an early morning smile on my woman's face&lt;br /&gt;
Sharing a cup of coffee at dawn&lt;br /&gt;
Sitting on the porch swing with our pjs on&lt;br /&gt;
Looking out across the high desert plains&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;I know I'm not from Texas&lt;br /&gt;
Although my daddy was&lt;br /&gt;
And don't dis my boots and hat&lt;br /&gt;
Or trash my songs just because&lt;br /&gt;
you think I'm just playin at this part&lt;br /&gt;
I know -- I'm a city boy, &lt;br /&gt;
But I'm a cowboy at heart&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Laying my head down with her hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;
Listening to the night frogs sing amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;
Hey, now the coyotes join&lt;br /&gt;
They know where all this is going&lt;br /&gt;
And they don't think it at all strange...&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-7105895545269579275?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/09/waking-up-in-morning-to-larm-clock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:point>33.54139466898275 -105.4248046875</georss:point></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-8180725178004490054</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Sep 2010 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-22T13:44:18.057-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Small Town We Called Home</title><description>We played on the hot asphalt&lt;br /&gt;
Bursting black bubbles under the August sun&lt;br /&gt;
Dirt clod grenades&lt;br /&gt;
And willow-wand swords and some imagination&lt;br /&gt;
Made us soldiers, made us spies&lt;br /&gt;
Rescuing damsels who were on the run&lt;br /&gt;
In the small town we called home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She was two years younger&lt;br /&gt;
And I pretended she was quite the pest&lt;br /&gt;
Her red hair blazing&lt;br /&gt;
Her knees dirty, and that summer green dress&lt;br /&gt;
Irish eyes smiling at all the fun&lt;br /&gt;
in the small town we called home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the hallway by the lockers&lt;br /&gt;
Her passing laughter would catch my eye&lt;br /&gt;
A nod but no words&lt;br /&gt;
And I can't really begin to explain why&lt;br /&gt;
I never thought she could be the one&lt;br /&gt;
in that small town we called home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I left that place for good&lt;br /&gt;
Her own road never safe or secure&lt;br /&gt;
An intersection&lt;br /&gt;
And we're both looking for a cure&lt;br /&gt;
while looking backward in the future&lt;br /&gt;
Toward that small town we called home&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-8180725178004490054?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/09/small-town-we-called-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-2779625159639272536</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Sep 2010 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-11T17:39:12.633-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><title>Looking at the hills</title><description>Hey, I've been lookin at the hills&lt;br /&gt;
Sittin here wonderin&lt;br /&gt;
Thinking 'bout things yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;
Remembering the times, and all the chills&lt;br /&gt;
Blue skies thunderin&lt;br /&gt;
Waiting for the rain to wash the sun&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, I've been looking at the hills&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There's danger all around, even here --&lt;br /&gt;
There's somethin reckless&lt;br /&gt;
About bettin all my eggs on you&lt;br /&gt;
Thinking that with time, it'll all be clear&lt;br /&gt;
But I'd rightly confess&lt;br /&gt;
I'm expecting to be pulled out of here&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, I've been looking at the hills&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;My eyes are tired&lt;br /&gt;
As I look around again&lt;br /&gt;
Filled with desire&lt;br /&gt;
To see my help is comin&lt;br /&gt;
I can hear it now&lt;br /&gt;
Off in the distance&lt;br /&gt;
And I know somehow&lt;br /&gt;
this is the least resistance&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hey, I've been lookin at the hills&lt;br /&gt;
Sittin here wonderin&lt;br /&gt;
Thinking 'bout things yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;
Remembering the times, and all the chills&lt;br /&gt;
Blue skies thunderin&lt;br /&gt;
Waiting for the rain to wash the sun&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, I've been looking at the hills&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-2779625159639272536?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/09/looking-at-hills.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-5733486984889829368</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Aug 2010 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-04T11:07:31.940-05:00</atom:updated><title>you've got me</title><description>You've got me pondering&lt;br /&gt;
Making me think&lt;br /&gt;
My mind is wandering&lt;br /&gt;
over you 'n everything&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You've got me figuring&lt;br /&gt;
Planning out my steps&lt;br /&gt;
Doing a calculation &lt;br /&gt;
for what I want to get&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You've got me feeling&lt;br /&gt;
I'm out of my head&lt;br /&gt;
Now my soul is reeling&lt;br /&gt;
with you 'n everything&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You've got me loving&lt;br /&gt;
this state I'm in&lt;br /&gt;
and I'll soon be moving&lt;br /&gt;
with you in everything&lt;br /&gt;
  &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-5733486984889829368?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/08/youve-got-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-8675973300590840581</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2010 15:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-10T09:15:56.017-06:00</atom:updated><title>Lost my Stetson in the wind</title><description>Lost my Stetson in the wind&lt;br /&gt;
On a rocky mountain climb&lt;br /&gt;
Couldn't get it back again&lt;br /&gt;
And eventually I'll stop trying&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Never been much of a cowboy&lt;br /&gt;
Never punched or roped&lt;br /&gt;
What was inside rarely mattered&lt;br /&gt;
And the trappings were just a joke&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And there it goes tumblin&lt;br /&gt;
Just like a tumblin tumbleweed&lt;br /&gt;
Out of sight, never out of mind&lt;br /&gt;
Ridin the wind down a slippery slope&lt;br /&gt;
Till you found me staring&lt;br /&gt;
Like a man who can't see his own need,&lt;br /&gt;
never met his soul, but knows his mind&lt;br /&gt;
and is facing his own vanishing point&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lost my Stetson in the wind&lt;br /&gt;
On a rocky mountain climb&lt;br /&gt;
Couldn't get it back again&lt;br /&gt;
And eventually I'll stop trying&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-8675973300590840581?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/08/lost-my-steston-in-wind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-289568961530936020</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 15:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-04T21:48:01.270-05:00</atom:updated><title>One more shadow</title><description>One more shadow meets the light&lt;br /&gt;
Another antidote I'm gonna try&lt;br /&gt;
False effects -- we'll have to smile&lt;br /&gt;
As one more shadow leans against the wall&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
Last night you told me through the tears&lt;br /&gt;
That you wanted to be part of me&lt;br /&gt;
But you couldn't get quite that close&lt;br /&gt;
I thought about how to make it clearer&lt;br /&gt;
That you're part of what I will be&lt;br /&gt;
Without making it sound so shallow&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
as one more shadow meets the light&lt;br /&gt;
Another antidote I'm gonna try&lt;br /&gt;
False effects -- we'll have to smile&lt;br /&gt;
As one more shadow leans against the wall&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"If you don't have anything good  to do&lt;br /&gt;
Just don't say anything at all"&lt;br /&gt;
is what I thought I heard you try to say&lt;br /&gt;
I want to make new things start with you,&lt;br /&gt;
and hop past that place I fall&lt;br /&gt;
But I can't go on if you have no faith&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
as one more shadow meets the light&lt;br /&gt;
Another antidote I'm gonna try&lt;br /&gt;
False effects -- we'll have to smile&lt;br /&gt;
As one more shadow leans against the wall&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-289568961530936020?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-more-shadow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-2886922930198613148</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Aug 2010 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-04T10:32:58.647-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><title>One more time</title><description>One more time&lt;br /&gt;
with feeling&lt;br /&gt;
One more time&lt;br /&gt;
I'm reeling&lt;br /&gt;
The touch of Divine&lt;br /&gt;
has me seeing&lt;br /&gt;
One more time&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One more time&lt;br /&gt;
I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;
One more time&lt;br /&gt;
You're crying&lt;br /&gt;
out to be entwined&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not so blind&lt;br /&gt;
One more time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One more time,&lt;br /&gt;
love is wanting&lt;br /&gt;
One more time,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm just punting&lt;br /&gt;
with no plan to unwind&lt;br /&gt;
and get it right&lt;br /&gt;
one more time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-2886922930198613148?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-more-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-2159624012720269148</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Aug 2010 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-04T10:26:02.079-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>spiritual reflection</category><title>Where Grace Always Shows</title><description>I've got the mountains here around me&lt;br /&gt;
Like sentries about the sand&lt;br /&gt;
Guarding everything I can see&lt;br /&gt;
Across these lush desert lands&lt;br /&gt;
Not letting me ever forget you&lt;br /&gt;
Like stones stacked in the river bed&lt;br /&gt;
And no matter what this all comes down to&lt;br /&gt;
I know these rocks will live long after I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But it's one thing to stand in the mountains&lt;br /&gt;
And look at the valley below&lt;br /&gt;
It's another to be down there on tangled roads&lt;br /&gt;
And not know where to go&lt;br /&gt;
But from where I'm standing right now&lt;br /&gt;
I get a hint of what the mountain knows&lt;br /&gt;
About living down below the clouds&lt;br /&gt;
Where grace always shows&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-2159624012720269148?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-grace-always-shows.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-7903932665679615216</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 16:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-04T11:14:02.339-05:00</atom:updated><title>in the end</title><description>in the end, it's all that matters&lt;br /&gt;
in the end, it's all I care about&lt;br /&gt;
to be with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I've got to start&lt;br /&gt;
The beginning is calling me&lt;br /&gt;
To get up to the line&lt;br /&gt;
Listen for the count&lt;br /&gt;
be ready to set the pace&lt;br /&gt;
and stay inside grace's lines&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
in the end, it's all that matters&lt;br /&gt;
in the end, it's all I care about&lt;br /&gt;
to be with you&lt;br /&gt;
   &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-7903932665679615216?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-3981717353905886664</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 15:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-04T11:30:11.460-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>spiritual reflection</category><title>I saw you walk on water, man</title><description>I saw you walk on water; man&lt;br /&gt;
it was more than I could anticipate --&lt;br /&gt;
More than I thought was necessary&lt;br /&gt;
To crash unbelief into the face of faith&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I felt you stop the bleeding; hand&lt;br /&gt;
touching wounds I didn't understand --&lt;br /&gt;
In ways that made me gasp for air&lt;br /&gt;
and go in directions I had never planned&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh, it's easy for them to point and stare&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, so easy for them to suddenly care&lt;br /&gt;
But it's not anything that hasn't been tried before&lt;br /&gt;
It's not like no one's ever opened this door&lt;br /&gt;
It's just the way I'll have to go&lt;br /&gt;
It's the way I'll have to go&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I heard you give that love-talk, and&lt;br /&gt;
I heard more than the words you were saying --&lt;br /&gt;
I could be wrong in my assumptions&lt;br /&gt;
About these life-long games I've been playing --&lt;br /&gt;
but I've only been that wrong this once,&lt;br /&gt;
And that news has got me praying&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh, it's easy for them to point and stare&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, so easy for them to suddenly care&lt;br /&gt;
But it's not anything that hasn't been tried before&lt;br /&gt;
It's not like no one's ever opened this door&lt;br /&gt;
It's just the way I'll have to go&lt;br /&gt;
It's the way I'll have to go&lt;/blockquote&gt;I saw you walk on water; man it was more&lt;br /&gt;
more than I could anticipate&lt;br /&gt;
too much for my poor faith&lt;br /&gt;
when I saw you...&lt;br /&gt;
Saw you walk on water&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-3981717353905886664?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-saw-you-walk-on-water-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-4394103987212543882</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-04T10:09:10.975-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><title>What would Don Quixote do?</title><description>They're saying &lt;br /&gt;
I'm just some kind of fool&lt;br /&gt;
Enumerating &lt;br /&gt;
how I've been taken to school&lt;br /&gt;
Might be breaking&lt;br /&gt;
Some of the unwritten rules&lt;br /&gt;
Contemplating&lt;br /&gt;
what Don Quixote would &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;
Doesn't matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;
Doesn't really phase me&lt;br /&gt;
If they're thinking that way&lt;br /&gt;
I know what it's gonna take&lt;br /&gt;
I know it -- but I've gotta wait&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;
To keep it all under control&lt;br /&gt;
I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;
Yes I am dying to know&lt;br /&gt;
I hear you sighing&lt;br /&gt;
When the west wind blows&lt;br /&gt;
Just trying&lt;br /&gt;
What Don Quixote knows&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;It doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;
Doesn't matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;
Doesn't really phase me&lt;br /&gt;
If they're thinking that way&lt;br /&gt;
I know what it's gonna take&lt;br /&gt;
I know it -- and I can't wait&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm finding&lt;br /&gt;
What it takes to be loving you&lt;br /&gt;
Never minding&lt;br /&gt;
What everyone says I should do&lt;br /&gt;
Now it's unwinding&lt;br /&gt;
and it all feels a bit unglued&lt;br /&gt;
I'll be trying&lt;br /&gt;
What Don Quixote would do&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What Don Quixote would do&lt;br /&gt;
What would DQ do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-4394103987212543882?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-would-don-quixote-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-9011851412336598898</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 18:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-04T09:49:53.670-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><title>so far</title><description>I would go that far&lt;br /&gt;
to give you what you need&lt;br /&gt;
Will you come as far&lt;br /&gt;
As the Palo Verde tree?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I would go so far&lt;br /&gt;
as to say what you should hear&lt;br /&gt;
Will that be far enough&lt;br /&gt;
To drive out the unspoken fear?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won't weave you into a past&lt;br /&gt;
That needs to be left behind&lt;br /&gt;
Let's make tomorrow last&lt;br /&gt;
long enough to enjoy the find&lt;br /&gt;
And as we're going past&lt;br /&gt;
we'll keep an eye on the signs&lt;br /&gt;
And I'm just trying to&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Live in this now, be in here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So far is how far we've come&lt;br /&gt;
So far&lt;br /&gt;
So far we're not close to being done&lt;br /&gt;
So far&lt;br /&gt;
It's a long way down the road,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;So far&lt;br /&gt;
So far, it's good&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-9011851412336598898?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-far.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-4867911051179264031</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2010 22:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-26T10:36:42.959-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><title>fallin in the end</title><description>What's it gonna take to finally convince you?&lt;br /&gt;
What do I do to make you finally see&lt;br /&gt;
That what you're doing makes you look the fool,&lt;br /&gt;
But hey, that's alright with me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're telling all your friends how rough life has been,&lt;br /&gt;
and makin sure I get all the blame.&lt;br /&gt;
But darlin you're forgettin the best part of the story&lt;br /&gt;
and from where all these troubles came.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;You've brought this house of cards down on yourself&lt;br /&gt;
You're the one who started spittin in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
You're puttin all your energy into diggin this pit for me,&lt;br /&gt;
But you'll be the one who is fallin in, in the end&lt;br /&gt;
oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;
You'll be the one fallin in the end.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I can honestly say you weren't this cantankerous&lt;br /&gt;
When we first hooked up in eighty five&lt;br /&gt;
But over the years, Lord! How things have changed&lt;br /&gt;
And now there ain't even a Cheshire smile&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baby, I made lots of mistakes along this bumpy way&lt;br /&gt;
I can count them up just as good as you&lt;br /&gt;
And maybe redemption's not what your lookin for&lt;br /&gt;
But this hell ain't something I'm gonna go through&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;You've brought this house of cards down on yourself&lt;br /&gt;
You're the one who started spittin in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
You're puttin all your energy into diggin this pit for me,&lt;br /&gt;
But you'll be the one who is fallin in, in the end&lt;br /&gt;
oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;
You'll be the one fallin in the end.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States LicenseA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-4867911051179264031?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/07/fallin-in-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-8674375117908397013</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-24T08:39:44.162-05:00</atom:updated><title>when I'm with You</title><description>There's not a sunset that's not worth seeing&lt;br /&gt;
Not a heartache that's not worth feeling&lt;br /&gt;
Not a breath that's not worth breathing&lt;br /&gt;
When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There's not a song too short for singing&lt;br /&gt;
Not a hope too distant for clinging&lt;br /&gt;
Not a gift too big for the bringing&lt;br /&gt;
when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You've given me&lt;br /&gt;
The eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;
What's here and now&lt;br /&gt;
Made love so clear&lt;br /&gt;
Took all the fears&lt;br /&gt;
Away somehow&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There's not food too exotic for eating&lt;br /&gt;
Not a stranger too strange for greeting&lt;br /&gt;
Not a glance from you that's too fleeting&lt;br /&gt;
when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You've given me&lt;br /&gt;
The eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;
What's here and now&lt;br /&gt;
Made love so clear&lt;br /&gt;
Took all the fears&lt;br /&gt;
Away somehow&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and I wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;
all the time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-8674375117908397013?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-im-with-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-8017813936561243738</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 16:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-24T08:45:12.810-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>poetry</category><title>West of the Pecos</title><description>West of the Pecos&lt;br /&gt;
The landscape changes&lt;br /&gt;
But through the ages&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some things remains the same&lt;br /&gt;
West of the Pecos&lt;br /&gt;
West of the Pecos&lt;br /&gt;
Broken hearts ride the range&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Too many tears shed&lt;br /&gt;
For too many years yet&lt;br /&gt;
the river still flows&lt;br /&gt;
As we carry on&lt;br /&gt;
West of the Pecos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deep down in Texas&lt;br /&gt;
Cutting through the basin&lt;br /&gt;
Every hope we've been raising&lt;br /&gt;
There flows free the Pecos&lt;br /&gt;
There flows free the Pecos&lt;br /&gt;
Wetting another page&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Too many tears shed&lt;br /&gt;
For too many years yet&lt;br /&gt;
the river still flows&lt;br /&gt;
As we carry on&lt;br /&gt;
West of the Pecos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-8017813936561243738?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/07/west-of-pecos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-583291333093006265</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2010 22:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-24T08:53:00.248-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><title>a quiet mind</title><description>Too many things running around&lt;br /&gt;
Rattling here inside my head&lt;br /&gt;
Things I've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;
Things I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;
Things I wish were dead&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So many times I've tried to find&lt;br /&gt;
Trying to discover the gold&lt;br /&gt;
Of those famous silent sounds&lt;br /&gt;
Of those quiet moments&lt;br /&gt;
Of the things I've been told&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Help me turn the volume down&lt;br /&gt;
Help me filter out the buzz&lt;br /&gt;
Help me learn what I've found&lt;br /&gt;
Help me quietly, just because&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jumping from branch to branch&lt;br /&gt;
On this conversational tree&lt;br /&gt;
Like a chimp chasing&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
Like a squirrel nut raking&lt;br /&gt;
Mind of the monkey&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Help me turn the volume down&lt;br /&gt;
Help me filter out the buzz&lt;br /&gt;
Help me learn what I've found&lt;br /&gt;
Help me quietly, just because&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just because&lt;br /&gt;
just because&lt;br /&gt;
I need a quiet mind&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hatcountry.com/templates/Original/images/hatcountry-banner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-583291333093006265?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/quiet-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-2899461686141865541</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-08T12:53:07.605-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><title>Passport</title><description>You've got your passport, baby&lt;br /&gt;
Ain't no where in the world you can't go&lt;br /&gt;
And if you leave today, then just maybe&lt;br /&gt;
You'll find what you're looking for,&lt;br /&gt;
yeah, you'll find what you're lookin for&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Not gonna hold you back&lt;br /&gt;
or try to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;
I wouldn't ever try that tack,&lt;br /&gt;
and it wouldn't work anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
So, gonna watch you pack your bags&lt;br /&gt;
And buy you a travel guide&lt;br /&gt;
And if I said 'please hurry back'&lt;br /&gt;
It would sound like another lie&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;You've got your passport, baby&lt;br /&gt;
Ain't no where in the world you  can't go&lt;br /&gt;
And if you leave today, then just maybe&lt;br /&gt;
You'll find  what you're looking for,&lt;br /&gt;
yeah, you'll find what you're lookin for&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-2899461686141865541?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/passport.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-4414204900935885500</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-19T19:49:34.008-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><title>I'll try this out</title><description>There's something divine&lt;br /&gt;
I want to find it&lt;br /&gt;
Like the sweetness of wine&lt;br /&gt;
I want to try it&lt;br /&gt;
I think I'll try this out &lt;br /&gt;
with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's quite amazing&lt;br /&gt;
Don't want to miss it&lt;br /&gt;
It's the greatest thing&lt;br /&gt;
I am ever gonna get&lt;br /&gt;
I think I'll try this out&lt;br /&gt;
with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Go with me down this road&lt;br /&gt;
The rest of the way&lt;br /&gt;
Is not a way I know&lt;br /&gt;
I know you'll help me see&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I've been blind to&lt;br /&gt;
If you'll just go with me&lt;br /&gt;
I think I'll try this out&lt;br /&gt;
with you&lt;br /&gt;
Try this out - out with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
down there deep within&lt;br /&gt;
partly seen and hiding&lt;br /&gt;
I comprehend&lt;br /&gt;
I think I'll try this out with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Go with me down this road&lt;br /&gt;
The rest of the way&lt;br /&gt;
Is not a way I know&lt;br /&gt;
I know you'll help me see&lt;br /&gt;
Stuff I've been blind to&lt;br /&gt;
If you'll just go with me&lt;br /&gt;
I think I'll try this out&lt;br /&gt;
with you&lt;br /&gt;
Try this out - out with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-4414204900935885500?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/theres-something-divine-i-want-to-find.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-6092842441976891803</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2010 21:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-07T18:46:55.423-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><title>go through the motions</title><description>Not gonna go through the motions&lt;br /&gt;
Not gonna put you on, just to put you off&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna go one more day&lt;br /&gt;
Looking around like a man who's lost&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Don't wanna spend my whole life askin&lt;br /&gt;
What would have happened if I'd gone that way?&lt;br /&gt;
Don't want to wake up later&lt;br /&gt;
Just to find I've slept it all away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So stand here with me, right here&lt;br /&gt;
And right here and right now&lt;br /&gt;
Let's find the depths of this moment&lt;br /&gt;
and explore all that we've found&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not gonna expect less than something&lt;br /&gt;
Not gonna think that nothing will be fine&lt;br /&gt;
Put my faith in what lasts&lt;br /&gt;
And look forward to the end of time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not gonna go through the motions&lt;br /&gt;
Not gonna put you on, just to put you off&lt;br /&gt;
I don't wanna go one more day&lt;br /&gt;
Looking around like a man who's lost&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So stand here with me, right here&lt;br /&gt;
And right here and right now&lt;br /&gt;
Let's find the depths of this moment&lt;br /&gt;
and explore all that we've found&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-6092842441976891803?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-through-motions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-5189812214690059730</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2010 21:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-04T16:58:46.139-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><title>no better way</title><description>It might have been&lt;br /&gt;
The way you walked into the room&lt;br /&gt;
It might have been &lt;br /&gt;
This impending sense of doom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That made me notice&lt;br /&gt;
And kept me from walking away&lt;br /&gt;
That made me know this:&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not gonna find a better way&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No better way than to get there in your arms&lt;br /&gt;
No better way than to find it in your kiss&lt;br /&gt;
No better way to finish what's been done&lt;br /&gt;
No better way than to be loved&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It might have been&lt;br /&gt;
That very first conversation&lt;br /&gt;
It might have been&lt;br /&gt;
Just all my imagination&lt;br /&gt;
That made me see you&lt;br /&gt;
and made me want to see you again&lt;br /&gt;
That made me believe you&lt;br /&gt;
when you said there is no better way&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No better way than to get there in your arms&lt;br /&gt;
No better way than to find it in your kiss&lt;br /&gt;
No better way to finish what's been done&lt;br /&gt;
No better way than to be loved&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It might have been&lt;br /&gt;
But there's no better way&lt;br /&gt;
It might have been&lt;br /&gt;
But there's no better way&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-5189812214690059730?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-better-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-7195665018652115583</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2010 16:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-03T11:37:29.163-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><title>no getting past</title><description>I drove through Roswell&lt;br /&gt;
Without being taken&lt;br /&gt;
I went through the desert&lt;br /&gt;
Without even bakin'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I became a cowboy in Texas&lt;br /&gt;
With my sandals still unlaced&lt;br /&gt;
But you stopped me where I was&lt;br /&gt;
The first time i saw your face&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There's no getting past you&lt;br /&gt;
Not that I'd really want to&lt;br /&gt;
There's no sense missing&lt;br /&gt;
This singular kind of blessing&lt;br /&gt;
There's no getting past you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I sped through a sleepy town&lt;br /&gt;
And never got busted&lt;br /&gt;
I left it all out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;
And nothing ever rusted&lt;br /&gt;
I took a sloppy shot&lt;br /&gt;
And still got to hear the swish&lt;br /&gt;
But I can't get away&lt;br /&gt;
From feeling just like this&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There's no getting past you&lt;br /&gt;
Not that I'd really want to&lt;br /&gt;
There's no sense missing&lt;br /&gt;
This singular kind of blessing&lt;br /&gt;
There's no getting past you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-7195665018652115583?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-getting-past.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-969771363187195476</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jun 2010 16:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-03T11:17:41.468-05:00</atom:updated><title>permission</title><description>I was sitting at the table&lt;br /&gt;
Sipping at my coffee&lt;br /&gt;
Nibbling at my bagel&lt;br /&gt;
Thinking too many things&lt;br /&gt;
Here in my head&lt;br /&gt;
Imagination fueled&lt;br /&gt;
by the things you said&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Wondered if you meant&lt;br /&gt;
To say the things you implied&lt;br /&gt;
And then my heart went&lt;br /&gt;
Places it was not invited&lt;br /&gt;
Too late now&lt;br /&gt;
For a simple reprimand&lt;br /&gt;
No time to figure&lt;br /&gt;
How to understand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But it's clear to me&lt;br /&gt;
I have no doubts&lt;br /&gt;
That it's what I put in&lt;br /&gt;
That makes what I get out&lt;br /&gt;
Providential permissions&lt;br /&gt;
Have turned over to me&lt;br /&gt;
Most of this labor&lt;br /&gt;
and the responsibility&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thought I heard you say it&lt;br /&gt;
Though your lips never moved&lt;br /&gt;
But in your eyes you displayed&lt;br /&gt;
A variety of moods&lt;br /&gt;
Now I'm taking action&lt;br /&gt;
once contemplated but undone&lt;br /&gt;
My heart and all its factions&lt;br /&gt;
are making one more run&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Providential permissions&lt;br /&gt;
Have turned over to me&lt;br /&gt;
Most of this labor&lt;br /&gt;
and the responsibility&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: arial; font-size: 78%;"&gt;This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States LicenseAn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6980393136713049873-969771363187195476?l=dailysteps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dailysteps.blogspot.com/2010/06/permission.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (the author)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6980393136713049873.post-4874158523547770921</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 14:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-05T12:22:22.072-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>lyrics</category><title>Here in this moment</title><description>No time like the present to find out if it's true&lt;br /&gt;
Though once upon a time, it was all unglued&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Like a molting raven&lt;br /&gt;
And the rattler shedding skin&lt;br /&gt;
There was nothing left to do without&lt;br /&gt;
Till something else was done within&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;
Now, just in time&lt;br /&gt;
The tough have got goin&lt;br /&gt;
All the rest left behind&lt;br /&gt;
All the rest, left behind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No where but right here to see what's out there&lt;br /&gt;
Depends where you're looking, and if it's clear&lt;br /&gt;
as a Montana morning&lt;br /&gt;
or the dawn down in Mexico&lt;br /&gt;
where everything means much more&lt;br /&gt;
Than a sailor's red-sky warning&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;
Now, just in time&lt;br /&gt;
The tough have got goin&lt;br /&gt;
All the rest left behind&lt;br /&gt;
All the rest, left behind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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