something called tomorrow...

on the otherside of yesterday...
ive been chasing...
something called tomorrow,

but I can't seem to find it...
as today keeps...
passing it on by

somewhere in the darkness...
I can see a...
glimmering light a shining,

Telling me...
that it's ok
i just gotta keep on riding,

Where I'm going...
I don't know...
I'll tell you when I'm there,

when yesterday's a memory...
and tomorrows just a dream,
we can hold on to anything...
or just let go it seems,

it really doesn't matter...
cause time keeps...
marching on,

while we 're searching...
for a better path...
than the one were on,

In the end...
were nothing better
than a product of,

the choices...
that we've made
And the things we've done,

tomorrow I may wake up...
regretting some of what i'll do,
as i try to find some happiness,
before my life is through,

isn't that...
much better than..
regretting letting it pass by,

So let's grab hold...
of this here moment...
and just enjoy the ride,

Let's toast to adventure

Let's toast to adventures wherever they lead, 
This world was a gift,
For you and for me,

May our fortunes be many,
May our worries be few,
Many our nights not be lonely,
When our days are through,

May our skies be filled with sunshine,
until we need rain,
May we vast in our good times,
May we learn from our pain,

May we never stop searching,
For what it is we won't find,
For lifes in the journey,
And nothing will teach us that but time,

In a world filled with wonder,
May we only sit still,
To take in the majesty,
of what we have found,

May we do on to others,
as we'd hope to be done,
For at the end of this lifetime,
Our journeys just begun,

So as I met you my stranger,
I now call you friend,
Here's to hoping our paths,
Will one day cross again,

I'll take with me the memories,
Of the time we did share,
As from you I've learned lessons,
that will always be there,

As we take down this drink,
And get on our way,
Lets toast to adventure,
Through all of our days,

bobbie im to drunk to drive this golfcart...

we were sitting outside camp under an old tin roof,
shooting the shit and howling at the moon,
while the falling rain drops kept beat with the tune,
getting high as hell and sure wern't feeling any pain,

everyone around had started going to bed,
the rain let up and there were only a few of us left,
and i dug up the keys and said who's coming,

everyone kinda looked at me like i was half nuts,
there wasnt nothing around us but mud,
and as twisted as i was i couldnt find me many volunteers,


Then up stepped Bobby who had had his share,
And he sat down right next to me,
We grabbed our hand on 6 more cAns and we were headed to the lake,

A couple corners around the bend Bobby seemed to have something on his mind,
Another 3 cans in he finally broke to tell me what he had to say
He said I know you think that were to young
and might be mad I asked her for her hand,
But I just want you to know that were in love
and I'm gonna do the best I can ,

and your an uncle she's always looked up to,
and it's sure be nice if we knew you approved,

His words for sure did sound sincere and I knew this must be hard,
And I wanted to chose my words carefully as I began to speak my part,

I said Bobbie I'm to drunk to drive this golf cart,
I said Bobbie we gottA find our way back home,
I said Bobbie I'm to drunk to drive this golf cart,
I said Bobbie I don't even remember which damn road,
I said bobbie I hat to it this conversation short,
But sometimes the best stories are left untold,

We laughed and tried to pick the streets as he was more lost than me,
We turned in circles corvette seemed like years
Always seeing that same damn tree,

Then somehow we finally mAde it back laughing so hard we both cried,
And in that moment things were shared that words could not describe,

I said Bobbie I'm to drunk to drive this golf cart,
I said Bobbie we gotta find our way back home,
I said Bobbie I'm to drunk to drive this golfcart,
I. Can't even remember who h damn road,
I said Bobbie I hate o cut this cpversation short,
But sometimes the best words are the ones left untold,

hey little ma

i said
hey little ma,
what it is your doing,
you are the one,
i want to be pursuing,

i saw you over there
talkin to your girlfriends,
when you walked past
i had to do a head spin,

i knew right away,
i couldnt letcha slip away,
so i started chewing on the words
for it was that i could say,

i chugged down my drink
and ordered up another round,
asked the bartender
what it was you were sippin down,

with both in my hand,
one each for me and you,
i slipped on over here
to go and make my first move,

i handed you the drink
and gave to you my first name,
then went ahead and asked
if you'd be kind enough to do the same,

sure as well enough
the conversation started flowing,
deep inside your eyes
i saw the interest growing,

round about this time,
my head started swellin',
thinkin' im a pimp and my ego started yellin',


i said
hey little ma,
where it is you going,
you are the one,
i want to be knowing,

im hoping that you
dont have to be going away,
im hoping maybe we,
can meet again another day,

please dont start to trip
if i started feelin head strong,
just trying to write a song,
and hopin' you might sing along,

i said
hey little ma,
what it is your doing,
you are the one,
i want to be pursuing,

i saw you over there
talkin to your girlfriends,
when you walked past
i had to do a head spin,