This Lyric is: #114

BREAK OF DAY
words and music by Michael Maffei,
copyright 2001 by Michael Maffei
and Falling Star Music, BMI

Come to me now, in a dream again.
Hold on to me like you used to, when
The stars were setting on the Boulevard-
We were trying not to crash too hard.

Doing shots at dawn, at the Blue Dot Bar.
Never wondering how we got that far.
We'd welcome the day,
Yet we prayed for the dark-
Craving one last needle,
One last spark.

Now, my cigarette was just a running light
On that late flight we took every night.
Those days-
We were squeezing the life from a stone.
Never admitting-
We were too scared of going home alone.

Years went by, we all moved on.
I guess I thought all the feelings were gone, Until I got that call one late summer's night-
A friend said you'd either won or lost your fight...

There was so little left for me to do-
Plane reservations, a card or two...
You know I've never even
Seen your grave-
This was one thing
I could not control or save,

Now, my cigarette's just a running light
On this late flight that I'm on tonight.
These days,
I'm still squeezing the life from a stone.
Never admitting-
I'm too scared of going home alone.

Never admitting-
I'm too scared of being alone...


[This message has been edited by Brian Austin Whitney (edited 09-01-2002).]