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I let my guard down today
Started thinking how things should be, (could be, outta be)
How did we ever let it get this way?

Damn the history…
This isn’t how we should’ve left things.

September sixteen, moon shining down
Caroline June, healthy and 7 pounds
I can’t believe she’s already arrived
I keep finding myself feeling ultimately deprived.

8 years we had, always so close
Just withered away and
to each other a ghost.

I couldn’t help but to think of our future.

“Wow, your baby girl is now 6 years old,
You even have a son, and 1 more to go!”
“It was good seeing you,” I last said.
As you wheeled your things away just nodding your head.

This isn’t what 8 years deserves.
How did we let it come to these terms?

Damn the history…
Damn the pain…
I walked away crying all over again.

I let my guard down today.

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I remember not long ago graduating from both my 5th grade
graduation, and my 8th grade graduation. It bumfuzzles me that in a
mere 9 months I’ll be graduating from HIGH SCHOOL. Talk about how time
flies.

So here’s to all of us that’s graduating from East Coweta in the class of 2006.

Let’s take these last 5 days of summer, and just live them up,
because this may be the last summer we have before we face “Real Life.”
So HERE’S TO US!

Dancin’ With Dreams

by Phil Vassar

album: Shaken Not Stirred (2004)

We were eighteen and nineteen And paired off on Saturday nights Down in the basement, big killer stereo Dimmer switch on the lights Jane was a dancer, Paul was a drummer Christine was a doctor to be Life stretched out before us like one endless summer And that brings us to me I was the gypsy We sang as we stood at the gate We were ready to take the world on Four young soldiers of fate Couldn’t wait to go right every wrong Wearing our passion, our hopes Out t-shirts and jeans Dancin with dreams Ten years ago May we all drank to the future And all went out separate ways I packed up to go with my clothes and piano And music and something to say I hear Paul owns a drum shop Jane teaches ballet And Christine’s an ob-gyn I’m writing songs that I sing in a cafe And sometimes I write about them I miss my friends We sang as we stood at the gate We were ready to take the world on Four young soldiers of fate Couldn’t wait to go right every wrong Wearing our passion, our hopes Out t-shirts and jeans Dancin with dreams Before reality threw up the roadblocks And nothin was out of our reach Time flowed smooth as a waltz, so it seemed We were dancin with dreams We sang as we stood at the gate We were ready to take the world on Four young soldiers of fate Couldn’t wait to go right every wrong Wearing our passion, our hopes Out t-shirts and jeans Dancin with dreams