You read it in the magazines, when someone makes it big.
They always thank their families for everything they did.
They say they were encouraged to believe in themselves.
But what about the rest of us, with the families from hell?

Yeah, there's a lot of us, who've got the same dreams
as those kids from the families in the magazines.
Ours was a different world, to say the least--
I saw less of my father than I did the police.

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But if you hear me singing under the street night
I'll be weaving sweet music from the threads of my nights
When I'm weary and lonely, and my troubles run deep,
I take comfort from my music-- it's a comfort I can keep.

No, we never got the message that we were even OK.
It was more like we were garbage that they couldn't throw away.
Music was survival for my soul, oh it made me feel so good!
You could always find me singing, in my corner of the 'hood.

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Now if you hear us singing under the street light,
we'll be weaving our harmonies from the threads of our nights.
When you're weary and lonely, and your troubles run deep,
come and listen to the music, turn your bitter into sweet.

So our parents didn't know much about lovin' their kids,
but what they couldn't give us, well the music sure did!
It gave us all something that we could hold on to,
I still believe in music, yeah, it still sees me through.

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If I hear you singing under the street light
I know you won't mind at all, if I sing along tonight.
'Cause we've both been down that lonesome road,
and we know the same songs
I know that I am welcome in the circle of your song.

Yeah, if you hear us singing under the street light,
come, add your harmony, from the colors of your nights.
In the circle of the music, everyone belongs,
There's a place for you right here, come on in and sing along,
There's a place for everybody in the circle of the song!

We had our share of hard times, and it hurt you
that I never said "I'm sorry" for my part.
I'm the one who drove you from our marriage,
'cause I kept my feelings locked up in my heart.

This hard old heart of mine won't keep on beating,
since you gave up and walked out of that door--
I'm so glad you came today to see me,
They say tomorrow I'll be here no more.

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Today is the last day of the rest of my life,
Why didn't I give you the love locked inside?
If I had the chance now, I'd make it all right,
but this is the last day of the rest of my life.

I always thought that I would live forever,
and in the Lord I know that this is true.
But I'll be moving to another mansion--
I won't be here to tell you "I love you."

I'm so sorry that my pride has kept me distant,
It's not even close to what I really want.
Before I go I hope you can forgive me,
and help me ease this broken, failing heart.

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Today is the last day of the rest of my life,
Why didn't I give you the love locked inside?
If I had the chance now, I'd make it all right,
but this is the last day of the rest of my life.

I'm comin' home Maggie, fightin' no longer!
They're sendin' me home from that hell of a war.
I've given me best, now I'm done with the fightin'.
There's nothin' can take me away anymore.

It seems like forever that I've been a-travelin',
by air and by boat and by train and by car,
Me heart has been achin' to be here beside ye,
to see ye and kiss ye and hold ye once more.

'Twas once we went laughin' and once we went runnin',
up to the high hills, and down to the shore,
oh do ye remember, we used to go dancin'!
Everyone watched as we burned up the floor!

I'm home again, Maggie, home at last, Maggie!
Wi' only a stump where me leg was before,
I'm home again, Maggie, oh my sweet lassie,
Death's all that can take me-- I'll wander no more.

I was sure I didn't love you--
I was sure I never could,
'cause you're not the kind of woman
that I thought I ever would.

So when you called me "sweetie"
as you left for Rome that day,
I wanted to say, "I'm not,
don't talk to me that way."

"I'm nothing more than just a friend,
that's all I want to be.
Of course I care about you, but
not in the way you mean."

"So don't go getting ideas
in your little weasel head.
I never want to spend the night
in your little weasel bed."

I thought that with you gone away
I'd think of you not at all,
so I was quite surprised one day
when I wondered if you'd call.

And when I started checking the mail
for a post card sent from you,
I really started wondering
what the hell I was going through.

I found that I was missing you
more than I cared to admit,
I found that I was wanting you, too,
more than a little bit.

Tonight you let your black hair down,
push finally came to shove,
and the weasel girl I once disdained
became the woman I love.

Every morning, when I wake up
and I see you sleeping there,
my heart fills up with grateful
for the tender love we share.

When I think of all we've been through,
how our love beats all the odds,
and I feel how much you love me,
I gotta believe in God, 'cause

Who else could have brought me an angel?
Was there anyone in all the world who knew
how to heal my aching heart of lonely?
Who else could have brought me to you?

In the evening, when we lie down
making love so slow and sweet
just caressing you forever
is the place I want to be

Then you fall asleep beside me
breathing gentle in my ear
before I drift off into sleep
I say a little prayer, 'cause

Who else could have brought me an angel?
was there anyone in all the world who knew
how to heal my aching heart of lonely?
Who else could have brought me to you?