Bill Roper (billroper) wrote,
Bill Roper
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Late night in the Roper household (Gulf)

I couldn't sleep again on Tuesday night, so I crawled into the library and pulled out Frankenbass and finished a song that I started on the way down to the Solutions conference in April.


Words and Music: Bill Roper
Copyright 2004

Gulf

Well, I don’t think that I’m wrong
When I’m a little bit right.
I thought we might get along,
But we got into a fight.
I see the center from here.
I know the center can’t hold,
Because we argue from fear.
Reason’s dead and it’s cold.

You know we just might agree if we just tried to talk,
But it’s not easy to see and it’s so easy to walk.
And all the things that we share may not be simple to find,
But I think that they’re there and I hope you don’t mind.

There are things we believe down deep in the heart.
You don’t have to leave – we just need to start
To build a new bridge – replace the one that we burned.
Climb up on the ridge and see what we’ve learned.

You know I don’t want to lose, but I don’t need to win.
We just need to choose to walk together again.
There is strength at the core when there’s hope in our hearts
And together we’re more than the sum of our parts.

Well, I don’t think that you’re wrong
When you’re a little bit left,
But we’ve been shouting so long,
We’re both a little bit deaf.
I see the center from here.
I know the center can’t hold,
Because we argue from fear.
Reason’s dead and it’s cold.

I see the center from here
And I need to be whole,
As we put away fear
And recover our soul.
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