Lyrics
Someday, somewhere
We’ll find a new way of living
We’ll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere…
There’s a place for us
Somewhere a place for us
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere
There’s a time for us
Someday there’ll be a time for us
Time together with time to spare
Time to learn, time to care
Someday, somewhere
We’ll find a new way of living
We’ll find there’s a way of forgiving
Somewhere… Somewhere… Somewhere…
There’s a place for us
A time and a place for us
Hold my hand and we’re half way there
hold my hand and I’ll take you there
Somehow…
Someday, somewhere…
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Sometimes When We Touch – Dan Hill
You ask me if I love you
And I choke on my reply
I’d rather hurt you honestly
Than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you
On what you say or do?
I’m only just beginning to see the real you
And sometimes when we touch
The honesty’s too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides
Romance and all its strategy
Leaves me battling with my pride
But through the insecurity
Some tenderness survives
I’m just another writer
Still trapped within my truth
A hesitant prize fighter
Still trapped within my youth
And sometimes when we touch
The honesty’s too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides
At times I’d like to break you
And drive you to your knees
At times I’d like to break through
And hold you endlessly
At times I understand you
And I know how hard you’ve tried
I’ve watched while love commands you
And I’ve watched love pass you by
At times I think we’re drifters
Still searching for a friend
A brother or a sister
But then the passion flares again
And sometimes when we touch
The honesty’s too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

There was a rainbow in the sky early this morning,
Clearly visible from one end to the other.
I saw it from my porch
As I went out to pick up the paper…
But if it had not been pointed out to me,
I probably would never even have noticed…
For I would not have been looking at the sky…
But downward at the paper,
Intent on finding out who had been killed
Or accused of something…
Or what building might have burned…
What train derailed or whether the golf tournamen
would be on TV…
And then suddenly it occured to me
That we don’t look skyward much any more…
Unless the weather is noisy
Or there’s a jet plane screaming by…
We are in a sort of look around and down,
But not up syndrome.
I remember how skywatching
Was once a way of life…
On warm, summer nights
Before there was TV or air conditioning…
And people used to sit outside and talk…
When families still had a lot to talk about and share,
The faces would inevitably turn upward toward the sky
To see the stars and the moon.






