Living a Song (That Someone Else Wrote)
Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2017 6:51 pm
Living a Song (That Someone Else Wrote) ©2017 Robert George BMI
Monterey was wrapped in mist like an old grey shawl
It was midnight and I smelled like brand X beer and Fireball
I was starved for hope and faith
When I stopped in that pawn shop on Oceanside and Eighth
Then the store clerk showed me his selection of cheap guns
My eyes said I just needed somethin’ that’d get the job done
Lookin’ back now, I think somehow
It was like a pencil in the hand of fate
It erased my stars and drew an old guitar beside that thirty-eight
It was like living a song
That someone else wrote
Ev’ry circumstance
Is a step in a dance
A secret waltz with silent notes
Ev’ry new beginning
My forgiveness for sinning
And the chances I’ve been given
All because I’m livin’ a song
That someone else wrote
Someone gave me tickets to a boy band concert up the coast
But the crowd was crazy and the faces looked like living ghosts
So I turned my car around and headed back to Monterey
When I saw a fiddler on the street outside an old café
She was playin’ with her eyes closed like her spirit saw the tune
So I grabbed my guitar from the trunk of my car
And our strings made love beneath the moon
It was like living a song
That someone else wrote
Ev’ry circumstance
Is a step in a dance
A secret waltz with silent notes
Ev’ry new beginning
My forgiveness for sinning
And the chances I’ve been given
All because I’m livin’ a song
That someone else wrote
Sometimes life is just like jazz
We can’t predict the twists and turns it has
Though I have my own voice and make my own choice
And sure as hell try to be free
Sometimes it seems, like my plans and dreams
Are part of heaven’s harmony
Like living a song
That someone else wrote
Ev’ry circumstance
Is a step in a dance
A secret waltz with silent notes
Ev’ry new beginning
My forgiveness for sinning
And the chances I’ve been given
All because I’m livin’ a song
That someone else wrote
Monterey was wrapped in mist like an old grey shawl
It was midnight and I smelled like brand X beer and Fireball
I was starved for hope and faith
When I stopped in that pawn shop on Oceanside and Eighth
Then the store clerk showed me his selection of cheap guns
My eyes said I just needed somethin’ that’d get the job done
Lookin’ back now, I think somehow
It was like a pencil in the hand of fate
It erased my stars and drew an old guitar beside that thirty-eight
It was like living a song
That someone else wrote
Ev’ry circumstance
Is a step in a dance
A secret waltz with silent notes
Ev’ry new beginning
My forgiveness for sinning
And the chances I’ve been given
All because I’m livin’ a song
That someone else wrote
Someone gave me tickets to a boy band concert up the coast
But the crowd was crazy and the faces looked like living ghosts
So I turned my car around and headed back to Monterey
When I saw a fiddler on the street outside an old café
She was playin’ with her eyes closed like her spirit saw the tune
So I grabbed my guitar from the trunk of my car
And our strings made love beneath the moon
It was like living a song
That someone else wrote
Ev’ry circumstance
Is a step in a dance
A secret waltz with silent notes
Ev’ry new beginning
My forgiveness for sinning
And the chances I’ve been given
All because I’m livin’ a song
That someone else wrote
Sometimes life is just like jazz
We can’t predict the twists and turns it has
Though I have my own voice and make my own choice
And sure as hell try to be free
Sometimes it seems, like my plans and dreams
Are part of heaven’s harmony
Like living a song
That someone else wrote
Ev’ry circumstance
Is a step in a dance
A secret waltz with silent notes
Ev’ry new beginning
My forgiveness for sinning
And the chances I’ve been given
All because I’m livin’ a song
That someone else wrote