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Whenever You're Ready
Whenever you're ready. I've got the car and the engine running. It's such a bore when you know what's coming all the time. Whenever you're ready. To slam the door 'til the hinges fly.
What Was It Like
What was it like. How did it feel. It's so hard to tell if it was real. I know I was there but with every day. It slips away. And I feel like a passing glance that you never gave a chance.
Maybe World
It's all I hate but oh so tempting. Fills me up but leaves me empty. It's all regrets and second chances. What's the point of backward glances. That lead me nowhere.
Almost Home
(Mary Chapin Carpenter/Beth Nielson Chapman/Annie Roboff). . I saw my life this morning. Lying at the bottom of a drawer. All this stuff I'm saving. God knows what this junk is for.
To Tell You Everything
All this running nowhere fast. All these faces that I pass. All these souls that don't reach out. Leave me feeling so without. I think you got here just in time.
No Fear (live Version)
(Written by Terri Clark & Mary Chapin Carpenter). . I want a road stretching out before me. I want a radio in my ear. I want a full tank of absolution.
No Fear
I want a road stretching out before me. I want a radio in my ear. I want a full tank of absolution. No Fear. . I want a rainstorm to pull me over. Then a sky that begins to clear.
Whenever You're Ready
Whenever you're ready. I've got the car and the engine running. It's such a bore when you know what's coming all the time. Whenever you're ready. To slam the door 'til the hinges fly.
What Was It Like
What was it like. How did it feel. It's so hard to tell if it was real. I know I was there but with every day. It slips away. And I feel like a passing glance that you never gave a chance.
Maybe World
It's all I hate but oh so tempting. Fills me up but leaves me empty. It's all regrets and second chances. What's the point of backward glances. That lead me nowhere.
Almost Home
I saw my life this morning. Lying at the bottom of a drawer. All this stuff I'm saving. God knows what this junk is for. And whatever I believed in. This is all I have to show.
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