Falling Behind

[Music by: DeGarmo / Tate]

We are all equal but we're individually different
and able to reach the impossible if we try.

We find faith and strength in the most unlikely places
and love sometimes eludes us, but we try.
We keep searching and one day we find ...

life goes on and around like a wheel
it keeps on turning, that's the deal.
Why are we running?
We're running so fast to keep from falling behind.
Problems come and they go and
in the end what will you show?
Why are we worried?
We worry so much, worry about falling behind.

Is it really all about the thing
of what you wear and what you think I'll think?
Who has more?
Arabs and Jews at war, I don't care anymore.
It's always the same tired story.
How many dead in the name of some god?
And what's the difference?
Don't give a damn about their differences.
Nothing's sacred once the shooting starts .

Life goes on like a wheel,
it keeps on turning, that's for real.
Why are we running?
We're running so fast to keep from falling behind.
What may come and what may go
and in the end what will you show for all your worries?
Why worry so much, why worry about falling behind?

The plans already in motion,
it happens whether we say.
The old world order is over,
intelligence and love win the day.
I won't regret one moment
life is too short for that, bring it on.

Life goes on and around like a wheel,
it keeps on turning, that's the deal.
Why are we running?
We're running so fast to keep from falling behind.
Problems come and they go and
in the end what will you show?
Why are we worried?
Why worry so much? Don't worry about falling behind.

Great Devide

[Music by: Tate / Wilton]

I'd reconciled my anger got outside of danger.
I was waiting for some signal, a sign from angels.
When the tide turns against you
it's a strange sensation, a revelation of imagination.
I could change my course and face the flow,
reap the seeds that I had sewn or follow that old river south.
Here's what I found out.

I was standing on the Great Divide looking out across America.
Trying to find my truth, define it for myself.
I died the day when I saw this place.
I saw what I could lose.

A very simple mechanism separates the fool from wisdom.
The lines between us are not real.
Conditioning is what makes us feel ignorant.
And apathy will feed our hate.
So we can never give in.

There I was standing at the Great Divide, looking for the truth in America.
For all that time I searched, when I closed my eyes,
I found the thing I was looking for.
I had it all the time.

So are we standing at the Great Divide?
Is there hope for America?
Take the flag we wave, the freedoms that we sing.
Without respect for one other,
it doesn't mean a thing.

Ryhthm Of Hope

[Music by: Jackson / Rockenfield / Tate]

Lying here awake again.
Minutes before dawn I hear your breathing,
your heart beat like a song.
Lately I've been feeling a little less then good but
seeing things for the first time like I never could.

I've had my head down against the door,
trying to get to something I couldn't find before.
That special something, that feeds my soul,
is a rhythm to live by, it's a rhythm of hope.

Something drives us onwards.
Something gives us strength.
What makes our judgment falter is the questions we think.
Who am I to fly so high?
What gives me the right to dream of what could be,
keep reaching for the light?

I've been standing in front of that door,
basing my happiness on what' I knew before.
Searching for something that moves my soul.
A rhythm to hold to, a rhythm to live to.

Have you been down like this before?
I guarantee there's something waiting for you just open that door.
A rhythm to live by, that moves your soul.
A rhythm that holds you.
A rhythm to live to.

And if there's one thing we all need now,
it's a rhythm to live by, a rhythm of hope.

Lying here awake again.

Tribe

[Music by: Jackson / Rockenfield / Tate / Wilton]

Taken to a place underground,
a cavern, ten thousand steps down.
The only light was fire fly glow,
reflecting in the blue crystal show.
Feeling in the darkness surrounding me,
roots of giant Sequoia trees
anchor the canopy of life that's above.
The answer to the mystery of life is _

Traveled through the jungles of the Yucatan
and drank the potion from the magic man.
Held the starlight inches from my face,
pushed the door open, # 7.
I walked the path way to heaven.
Saw the same face of God.

Seems every where I go
I see the same face, I feel the same flow.
With every one I meet and every hand I shake,
I'm every man, trying my best to get to know
because everything's at stake.

We're the same tribe.

Passing through Morocco for the faithful is a trip.
Hallucinating visions drives my desert ship.
For a thousand miles we could not fail,
can't enjoy if you can't inhale.
Clearly a lifetimes need of some experience and
for the record, peace.

Seems every where I go
I see the same face, I feel the same flow.
With every one I meet and every hand I shake,
I see myself in every man, trying my best to get to know
because everything's at stake.

We're the same tribe.

Blood

[Music by: Tate / Wilton]

Thank-you for the lies, the lies you sold us.
Thank-you for this vision of violence.
Thank-you for this song you gave me to sing.
Thank-you for the capping day
of a culture that lay dying.
Yes it's us dying.
Maybe it won't be long,
now that it's all gone on.

It's all gone wrong and
there's blood on our hands.

We saw them lying there
with their arms around each other,
staring through their fear and
the miles between our heads.
You could have told the truth.
It was your decision to
sacrifice integrity and compassion for greed.

Now it's all gone wrong and
there's blood on our hands.

Art Of Life

[Music by: DeGarmo / Tate]

When I asked him,
he described a thousand lifetimes.
At each turn, a hint of what one still must learn.

Now I've read the thoughts of philosophers,
the words of liars, who say that underneath I'm worthless.
Incomplete?

Some one said we live our lives in between the extremes.
Is the art of life discipline?
Is that the sweet mystery?

The art of life is ...
without rushing, without faltering we push it as far as we can.

Observe with patience.
Free your mind.
Efficiency, control.
To develop the form starts with acceptance,
then submission to the goal.

Some one said somewhere we live our lives in between the extremes.
Is the art of life discipline?
Is that the sweetest mystery?

The art of life is ...
without rushing, without faltering, unraveling the secrets of knowledge.
We must challenge and defeat our four natural enemies;
Fear.
Clarity of mind.
Power and the desire to rest.

Doin' Fine

[Music by: DeGarmo / Tate]

Have you noticed The way people seem today?
Look in their eyes, you can feel their uncertainty.
Working hard for what they fear others would think.
Empty hearts are afraid to break away:don't be afraid.

We could all use a little sunshine
Take the day off :outside.
Hey look around, everything's better now
And here we are and we're doin' fine.

If we look inside, breath deep, and count to ten.
We'll find what we need to see us through
All the way to the end.
We'll know all the answers
Once we stop this judgment game
And realize deep down we're all the same.

We could all use a little sunshine
Take the day off and smile.
Hey look around everything's better now,
And here we are and getting along fine.
Yeah, we're doin' just fine.

We could all use some sunshine
Take the day off and smile.
Hey look around, everything's better
And here we are getting along just fine.

Next time we could try a little harder
And quickly put out the fire,
By working out our differences and
Finding truth we can all believe in.

We're looking at life from a different side.
We're looking at like from a different side.

And I know that we'll all be fine.
And I know that we'll all be fine.

Sliver

It's time to sack up and let go of your mothers.
Take your gun, it's the cross that's carried by your brothers.
A sliver is all there is, a sliver of the old you.
Underneath the skin, buried deep, there's a man.
There's a soldier in you.
What you doing here?
Welcome to the show!
There's only one man you can trust, he's the one at your side.
This shit's for real, there's nowhere to hide.
They say that conflict makes the man.
He survives with what he can.
The brave of heart won't look away but live to fight another day.
What you doing here?
Welcome to the show!

Unafraid

I'm unafraid,
I fear nothing.
I'm unafraid,
I hope for nothing.
I'm unafraid,
I fear nothing.
I'm free! I'm free!
I'm unafraid,
I hope for nothing.
I'm free- you can believe in me.

Hundred Mile Stare

What ever happened to conviction and faith?
People trip from side to side; don't know which way or what side to take.
Always known the truth.
It's really black and white.
I've got no fear of judgment when it's time to fight.
We shout so loud so that everyone can hear it.
Coming on hard like a head-on collision.
Machine like something won't stop won't care.
Keep it all down with a Hundred Mile Stare.
Lieutenant says, "Keep that line of drift no matter what the course!"
"Drive 'em down the middle all the way!"
The heat and the smoke are nothing.
The flames from the fires reflect the pride behind our mirrored eyes.
It's no surprise. We don't compromise.
Stealing through the night, they'll never know.
They'll never see us.
Beating on the ground as the people shout "Free us!"
Machine like something can't stop, don't dare.
Keep it all together with a Hundred Mile Stare.
We're coming for you!
Won't back down!
Can't stop us!
We unleash this hell but don't worry.
Won't back down, so get ready.
I still believe and I can see it...wave!
Proud she flies.
Call the dogs! Call out the Dogs!
We should so loud so that everyone can hear it.
Coming on hard like a head-on collision.
Machine like something won't stop don't care.
Keep it all down.
Hundred Mile Stare.
Stealing through the night, they'll never know, they'll never see us.
Beating on the ground as the people shout, "Free us!"
Machine like something
Can't stop, don't dare.
Keep it all together with a
Hundred Mile Stare.

At 30,000 Ft.

Whatever happens now is beyond my control.
Emotion has abandoned me.
Faded away and left me...cold.
The call's been made.
I'm here, dependent on the atmosphere contained inside this mask I wear.
My breathing is all I hear.
I've got the target switch in hand.
I just feel numb, scanning the ground at the hell that I'll make.
I'm above it in the air.
Flying high above the city walls as the insurgents run.
Can't stand their ground against the hell that 'll make.
I'm above it in the air.
I see it all so clear... at 30,000 feet above the enemy.
No one can see me.
Press execute.
I'll send the "Pigs" away.
The tortured painful cries will never fall upon my ears
and never stain my elder years.
My heartbeat is all I'll feel.
Infrared tracks the land as the weapons lock.
There's no defense against the Hell that I'll make.
I'm above it in the air. I'm above it.
Moving past the speed of sound,
I won't see them when they hit the ground.
No hiding from the Hell that I make.
I'm above it in the air.
I'm a shadow.
Over the rooftops of the city the word travels fast from cell phone to cell phone.
"They demand to see their faces!"
"Of the women...hidden behind the veil?"
Flaming oil blackens the sky.
I don't know why...their hate is the reason for the Hell that I make.
I'm above it in the air. I'm above it.
Gazing down at the burning land,
I'm the creator of this new "Promised Land," and I wonder.
What the hell did I make?
I'm above it in the air. I'm above it.
What in the hell did I make?

A Dead Man's Words

I trace what's left of my cold steel...as it twitches.
Apply the tourniquet tight.
Savor the moment, this might be my last sip of life.
I see at least one hundred miles
Of shifting, stirring sand.
A forsaken man in this strangers' land.
They've left me for...dead.
I'm so tired of feeling scared but I've got to find a way.
I've got this gun in my hand, blood on my tongue as I write dead man's words.
The word we hear is there's one man down and he's alive.
They ask for volunteers.
I raise my hand high.
I'm sure he'd do the same for me.
It's three days through the desert heat to save one man's life and
I don't even know his name.
And I'm so tired and my thirst is strong.
I might not make it back alive.
But I've got my gun at my side.
There's just one fear I can't hide and it's a dead man's words in the sand!
Out in the desert, so tired!
And I don't even know his name.
I will keep my head down!
I'm so tired but there's no way out but...ahead!
I will not die out in the desert!
I will not die!
I will keep my head down!
How many days pass?
Hard to tel in the desert.
The wind says...nothing.
I move, the bullet bites, infected to the bone.
Will it find its home...before me?
I pray that you find me soon before I slip away.
I'm so tired but I've got to hang on.
I've just got to make it one more night.
I've got this gun in my hand.
I've got blood on my tongue.
One last time I write dead man's words...out in the desert.
So tired!

The Killer

Mother hides her face.
She drops to her knees, her sacrifice complete.
The last of her line.
What's left of her name?
Nothing will ever be the same.
I'm not sorry for what I had to do.
It must be done.
You know g'd rewards the winner.
Now I'm on my knees again, give me strength to win.
If I stop to listen,
I hear "Voices" in the wind.
"Shoot him!" They say,
Who will be the killer?
Who will be the winner?
"Shoot him!"
Who will be the killer?
Can't give in!
You know you can't begin to imagine where I've been,
until you've walked a while in my shoes.
Surrounded and outnumbered.
Children wearing bombs?
I'm crying.
Oh, now I can't stop to sympathize.
Would you trade your eyes for mine?
I'll give you more time to answer.
I'll give you some time to rethink.
But there's never time when the bullets are flying.
You duck your head and hit the ground!
"Shoot him"! Yeah!
Who will be the killer?
Who will be the winner?
"Shoot him!" Yeah,
I've got to be the killer!
I've got to LIVE!
They say hit the ground hard when you feel it.
Open your eyes so you can see it.
Don't try to think just believe it.
Then you'll know you're not dreaming!
"Shoot him!" Yeah,
Who will be the killer?
Am I dreaming?

Middle Of Hell

Wake up! Buck up and listen!
Where am I?
Head reeling, I guess I wasn't dreaming.
Heart racing. Hard to breathe.
You were right.
Got myself here in the middle of Hell.
It's all right. I'll be all right.
All right.
Laser light shines bright behind me.
Can't see what's ahead or beside me.
Everyone here has a gun.
We drive straight down the centerline.
No mistakes, not like last time.
You don't want to be on the wrong side of Hell.
I'm all right. I'll be all right.
All right.
I'm just trying to hold on to whatever is left of me.
Keeping my head down, crawling on my hands and knees.
They're always out there.
I feel their eyes always watching me.
If you blink...they'll disappear.
The Med E Vac lifts off the ground and I can't feel a thing.
I don't really understand what happened.
There are some here that won't make it out alive but
it's not gonna be me... this time. You'll see!
I'll be all right. I'll be all right.
All right.

If I Were King

I have so much more to say, my brother.
Can you hear me?
A fool is left to live as the brave ones fall.
I swear if I were able,
I would have done the same for you.
But now you're gone and I wish I were too.
I spend all my time asking questions,
How can I pay you back when the price you paid was so high, my friends.
If I were King of all I imagine,
I would trade all I am to have you by my side.
If I were King.
I have too much time today, my brother.
Can you hear me?
I know where I am, but I still feel lost.
Please know that I am grateful for the years you gave to me.
Everything's changed, but nothing changes for you.
I won't waste my life asking questions.
I've seen the horror of war and there's so much more for a man who's been where I've been.
If I were King of all I imagine,
I would trade what I have to have you back at my side.
If I were King of all I imagine, we would both be back home living the rest of our lives.
If I were King.