ROOM TO BREATHE
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LYRICS
If I Were
(Gullahorn)
If I were the devil I wouldn’t wear red. I wouldn’t have
horns or a pitchfork. I wouldn’t breathe fire cause it
might give me away. But if I were the devil you’d never
know. I’d befriend you quick and corrupt you slow so you
don’t notice until its far too late. If I were the devil.
If I were the devil. If I were the devil I’d spend all day
lowering standards of what’s okay to think to say to watch
on your tv. I’d break down the value of promises kept and
fade out truth till there’s nothing left except gossip and
lies popping up as thick as weeds. If I were the devil, If
I were the devil. I might not be as foreign as you think
cause I wouldn’t always show my evil side. I’ve got the
time and patience just to wait and steal your soul just one
sin at a time. Like I would if I were. No I’m not the devil
but if I was, I’d take God’s people and split them up to
keep their minds off who they’re called to be. So they’re
no longer fighting over living or dead its is it the body
or just bread while all the unfed die hungry on the street.
If I were the devil, If I were the devil (Chorus) I’d make
moms and dads who never stick around. Pain so bad you have
to drink to drown. And guilt so I can kick you when you’re
down. And I would if I were. If I were the devil I wouldn’t
wear red. I wouldn’t breathe fire cause it might give me
away.
The Secret
(Gullahorn)
Back when Charlie was a boy somebody handed a secret down
with a long list of unwritten rules so he’d die before he
let it out. He carried it like a silver dollar in the
pocket of his heart. It cried out for some room to breathe
but his pride just kept it in the dark. And the darkness
was like rainfall to a flower. It needed it to grow. And
the roots kept growing deeper till the wrapped their
wretched arms around his soul. Gotta let that secret go.
That boy soon became a man who thought he was too strong to
lose. Surrounded by a wife and friends who knew everything
about him except the truth. The truth was like a double
edged sword in someone else’s hands. He knew his friends
would listen but he never thought that they could
understand the way the secret can. In the middle of the
sidewalk was a single blade of grass. It kept pushing up
from under till it finally made a crack. When that crack
became a canyon wide it was past the point of covering.
With no familiar place to hide Charlie set the secret free.
Freedom was a hammer to a darkroom wall that let the light
shine through. He knew carrying secrets to the grave was
impossible to do. The secrets carry
you.
Beginning of the End
(Gullahorn/McCracken)
Just a few hours left. It could have been worse. At least
it’s all out on the table here between who I really am and
who you thought I was. Yeah there’s freedom but the taste
is bittersweet when you’re hungry for forgiveness. Truth
comes like a thief when the ceiling caves in. Such a sweet
relief the beginning of the end. You have to tear it apart
to get the pieces to mend. Strange place to start –
beginning of the end. Go ahead and cry. Get it all out.
Take whatever you need to muster up the strength. To look
me in the eye and dig deep down. Far enough into the fire
to find the place where we started. Do you remember?
(Chorus) If you’re thinking its worth saving you have to
tear it apart. Strange place to start. (Chorus)
Robert’s Like A Train
(Gullahorn)
Robert’s off and on like a switch on the wall.His wagon’s
not as strong as we hoped that it was.Robert’s like a train
stuck inside the tracks every day’s the same slipping
through the crack. Robert’s like a train. Robert’s shifty
eyes never do let him rest. They spend all their time
looking for something else. Robert’s like a wheel taken for
a spin. It’s just the same old deal round and round again.
Robert’s like a wheel. You tell yourself you want to be
free then the quicksand covers your feet. The more you
fight the deeper you sink. Robert’s tired smile is only
there to cover up all the dark desires he does not really
want. Robert’s like a child cause children never know
what’s pleasing to the eye can steal away your soul.
Robert’s like a train
Burning Bushes
(Gullahorn/Kinney)
I’ve never seen a dead man come to life or seen a blind man
get his sight. I’ve never seen water turned to wine. It
isn’t that I don’t believe but it would be easier for me if
you would just send down a sign. I remember the childlike
innocence. A faith with no coincidence. The world around
was living proof. Has that world just disappeared or is it
me that isn’t clear how to recognize its you. I’m praying
for a miracle to let me know you’re listening. Waiting for
a lightning bolt to strike. Walking through a garden of a
thousand burning bushes looking up to heaven for a sign. I
walk through the water and the waves looking for a drop of
rain but you’re still not coming through. Maybe its new
eyes that I need or maybe it takes more faith to see I’m
drowning in the truth (Chorus)
Green Hills Mall
(Gullahorn)
A sixteen year old driver almost caught me in a crash
trying to park her brand new Tahoe that she probably bought
with cash that she saved from her allowance probably two
three months that’s all. Just another day at green hills
mall. I saw a mother push a stroller to the Gap Kids
checkout line. I was blinded by the diamond on the baby’s
pacifier. When they asked for cash or credit the butler
gave his card. Just another day at green hills mall. I
don’t want to be that rich I have never been that rich.
Maybe if I was that rich I would understand what it’s like
to drop ten grand on clothes and not be hurt at all. Just
another day at green hills mall. I could feel her start to
staring just as soon as I walked in thinking he looks like
a lifter better keep an eye on him. As I was walking out I
heard her give security a call. Just another day at green
hills mall. I don’t want to be that rich I have never been
that rich. Maybe if I was that rich I would understand what
its like to just buy caviar and feed it to my dog. Just
another day at green hills mall. As I was looking over
SUV’s to try to find my truck a silver haired old lady in a
gold jaguar pulled up. She handed me a dollar bill and keys
to valet park. Just another day at green hills mall. I
don’t blame her for her mistake. The shorts and tennis
shoes were a dead giveaway. You can’t wear that stuff in
that place unless you’re a power walker then its OK. I
twirled her keys around my finger thinking what would Jesus
do. You see he’s usually a giver but he’s been known to
taketh too. Now I’m the only dad in Bellevue with a jag in
my garage to remind me of the green hills mall.
Freedom
(Gullahorn)
Every summer they’d load the car and drive up to the
mountains. A family tradition going on fifteen years. She
was the oldest and the only one not laughing, her mind a
million miles away somewhere. Her parents always gave her
everything she wanted until all she wanted was to get away.
So she ran off with some guy she knew from high school.
They’d stay out all night long, paint the town and say So
this is freedom. So this is what its like to get behind the
wheel. This is freedom. I used to wonder now I know the way
it feels. This is freedom. Just three years later he was
way out of the picture. But he left her with two little
boys. They lived off welfare checks to put food on the
table. At night you’d hear her crying picking up the toys.
(Chorus) It wasn’t what she hoped for. All those dreams
were only lies. She could take it as a curse or she could
look through different eyes. Every summer they load the car
and drive up to the mountains. A modern day family in a
minivan. She can hear the children laughing in the back
seat and with each passing mile she understands (Chorus)
Hand It Down
(Gullahorn/Kinney)
This baseball glove was broken in when your old man was
just a kid. With backyard ball, fielding flies till they
got lost in the night. Its too small for my hand now. I
think its time to hand it down. This beat up bike with
rusted chrome and baseball cards in the spokes. Mickey
Mantle clapped for me as your old man went down the street.
I’m too big to ride it now. Just one more thing I’m handing
down. I’ll give you all I have to make it through this
world we live in. Life is just a long line of passing down
what we’ve been given. Your great-grandma first became a
young boy’s mom in thirty-eight. With my old man on her
knee she began a legacy of giving love that don’t run out.
I’m doing my best to hand it down.
Broken Places
(Gullahorn)
I’d like to find the guy who said this was an easy life and
call him the liar that he is. Cause by now I’ve lived long
enough to know its uphill in the snow and barefoot most the
time. They cast it like a lure with TBN brochures that say
your trouble’s all behind you. But they lie. Its not that
cut and dry. They falsely advertise covering up the truth.
That this world breaks us all and when it does some will
fall but those who rise are just the strong in the broken
places. I wish they’d show me where it says my cross to
bear is really just an illustration because sometimes I
feel it on my back and the pain is not saying that I’m
doing something wrong. (Chorus) And if God sent his Son to
become just like us and He came and He cried and He bled
and He died doesn’t that prove that its true (Chorus)
Memory of You
(Gullahorn)
I drive past the school where we met. Past the deserted
drive in. Down to the park where we kissed the first time.
Turn right past the town Texaco. Go down a familiar old
road. Pull up to what once was your home and cry. Not a day
goes by you don’t cross my mind every minute. In this small
town every road I go down I get lost in the memory of you.
Too lonely to wipe off the tears and too tired to start
over from here I just put the car back in gear and drive.
Past our favorite roadside café. Past the farm fields of
cotton and grain to the tree where we carved out our names
and I cry. (Chorus) Forever’s a strong word to me. I really
hoped it could be. But I carve it back out of that tree and
cry and cry and cry.
Holy Flakes
(Gullahorn)
On top of a dusty shelf in a small town grocery were boxes
of some store brand flakes that hadn’t sold in years. The
manager that transferred in with marketing degrees thought
he could sell that cereal with his big fresh ideas. He
found a picture of the pope and when he got it scanned,
used photoshop to take a spoon and put it in his hand. Then
a bubble with a caption of what the pope was trying to say,
If you’re a Christian act like one and eat your Holy
Flakes. Holy Flakes, Holy Flakes. Holy Holy Holy, Holy
Flakes. The same old folks came in that week to get their
raisin bran. They all felt convicted when they saw the holy
man so they filled their carts up with John Paul instead of
stuff they liked. They thought it was their duty as the
good God fearing kind. (Chorus) And the Holy Flakes sold so
well they couldn’t keep them on the shelf so they
diversified. Soon there were Sacred Chips, Virgin Mary
Chicken Strips and Prince of Peace Apple Pie. It doesn’t
matter if it has no taste cause its all in the name. Soon
they had a one brand town with pantries all the same. It
left them with no appetite for stuff that broke the mold
and a faith that was as shallow as the milk left in the
bowl of Holy Flakes.
Silent Movie
(Gullahorn/Noel)
I was lost and wandering desperate for someone to guide me.
You had no words to say – just started walking beside me.
Sometimes the best advice is better seen than heard like a
silent movie talking without words. When I came for help
again. Some wisdom that I could borrow. You still had no
words to give only footsteps to follow. Like a silent movie
speak into the eyes. Paint the world a window and show them
what’s inside. Sometimes the best advice is better seen
than heard like a silent movie talking without words. Just
like some guy I knew in some book I read somewhere always
had something to do to show that he cared. (Chorus)
Give Me Grace
(Gullahorn)
Last time I was here I swore that I would change and said
only a fool would make the same mistakes. Being the fool I
am, I’m back again. I’ve got no good excuse. I’m out of
things to say. I’m starting to believe I’ll always be this
way. My only hope inside is that you would hear my cry.
Give me grace for when I can’t stop falling. Give me
strength to help me get back up. Give me faith without
proof. Give me wisdom and truth. Give me You. I know I’ve
got a choice but I don’t want to choose. I’ve tried that
before and I know I stand to lose. I can not control these
failings on my own. (Chorus)
They Were Right
(Gullahorn)
Everyone said you’d change my life. They were right
everything changed. Everyone said I’d be surprised and I
was surprised that labor day. Everyone said how tired I’d
be. They said I’d get no sleep when you come. But everyone
knows the way things are. Its goodbye heart, hello
son.Everyone dreams about this life and so did I everyday.
Now everyone says we look alike. They say you’ve got my
eyes and my name. So every night I lay you down to bed and
try to sing your tired eyes to sleep. I think of all the
changes still ahead and thank the Lord for giving you to
me. For everything gained, all we’ve lost is just a small
sacrifice. Everyone said I’d love you more than anything in
this world and they were right.
Never Let Me Down
(Gullahorn)
I guess I learned the hard way that this world can’t give
me what I need. Even though the house I built on sand was
swallowed by the sea, You never let me down. Sometimes I
think I’ll only be content with things that money buys. Its
like trying to squeeze water from a stone – it will not
provide. But You never let me down. You might let me cry.
You might let me sing. You might let me feel a fraction of
your suffering. But you won’t let me down. If I could just
stop striving and surrender to Your holy power I know Your
loving arms will lift me up and never let me down.
Road To Ruin
(Gullahorn)
I’m on the road to ruin. I should turn around but I don’t
have the strength to turn away from the fruit that came of
the choice I made today. What a shame. I’m on the road to
ruin. Distractions got the best of me. I should have the
mind to realize that a crooked line is going to bleed right
to the spine of my demise. Someday I’m going to hear all
the lessons you’ve been trying to say. I’m going to be the
man that you want me to be someday. With a whole new way to
live and a change so big I’ll never fall back in again.
Till then I’m on the road to ruin. I know exactly where I’m
lost. Somewhere between what I’ve done and what I might
become. But you stay anyway.