I call
and you rush to me
So I rush
and you calm me down
So I calm
and you sing to me
So I sing
and you dance for me
So I dance
and you call for an encore
So I call

When the age gets up there,
and you start to dispair,
when you look in the mirror,
and your lack of your hair...

Do not cry or whine
as your dome starts to shine
there are thing you can do
to make you look fine

If you are good with your age some
then grab a comb
and comb your hair over
the bald spot on your dome

If you don't mind extra attention
then shave it for inspection
then grab the wax
and wax for good reflection

But if shaving and combing like that
have you worried that they will laugh at
the big spot on your head
then just put on a hat.

Laying in bed
restless, wide awake
staring at the ceiling
with wide eyes shut

Mind wanders
moving slowly as it sprints
wide eyed, chasing dreams
while the darkness stays put

Tossing, turning
never moving, always shifting
the mind never sleeps
while hoping it that it finds

Always dreaming
of dreaming dreams
that never come to the ones
with the insomniac minds

You go on your own
But you don't want to
Its crowded and loud
And the groaning and moaning
Only serves to dishearten you

You're told that is good to go
But the pain your body feels
Tells you that's not so
You can leave if you want
But you don't want to appear weak

When you finally decide to quit
Your body beaten down and sore
There is no sense of accomplishment
Just the nagging pain in your limbs
That tells you you can't take much more

You shuffle your feet
As you head to the door
Trying not to show any pain
And concentrating on not falling to the floor
As you get into your car
And wonder,

Why did I join a gym?

The crack of the helmets
the grunt of the men
the sound of the crowds
deafening noise ringing in his head

This was it
one last shot
his number is called
he's has to give all hes got

there's the snap;
he runs
here's the throw;
he turns

The sounds fade,
the lights dim,
the ball slows
time stopped for him

He clears his mind
and focuses on the ball
and when he grabs it
he braces for his fall

The lights grew bright
the crowd get loud
He was the hero, he thought
as he looks at the board

but to his dismay
No time left
and the score did not change

Your love wasn't the kind
that knocked me off my feet;
I still stood tall

Your love wasn't the kind
That made me stumble;
I still felt strong

But your love
has grown on me,
And I can't escape

I dream at night
of what would happen
if your love should leave

I would be left to face
the world on my own and,
I am certain I would fall

Because without your love
to help keep me tall,
I will get knocked off my feet

Without your love
to keep me stong,
I will stumble