| Song | Circa 46 |
| Artist | The Rocket Summer |
| Album | Life Will Write the Words |
| I started moving so | |
| I can sleep at night. | |
| I figure exhaustion will shut my eyes. | |
| And I'm as country as a guitar slide but | |
| I can't ride, no not tonight. | |
| No my head's preoccupied with counting sheep jumping over my peace of mind. | |
| Life will write the words, but you choose your own melody. | |
| Yes, life has given me hurt, but | |
| I choose my own melody. | |
| And sometimes it's that sad, sad song | |
| I'm singing all my day long. | |
| I'm just trying, trying to find the right notes. | |
| There must be a fire in me because | |
| I can see my breath. | |
| Feel like a | |
| Miles Davis style solo circa ‘46. | |
| Still I write down the sacred things you show to me because my mind forgets what my heart once did see... | |
| Life will write the words, but you choose your own melody. | |
| Yes, life has given me hurt, but | |
| I choose my own melody. | |
| And sometimes it's that sad, sad song | |
| I'm singing all my day long. | |
| I'm just trying, trying to find the right notes. | |
| You can build a bridge in a song but you'll burn down the ones in your life. | |
| Life will write the words, but you choose your own melody. | |
| Yes, life has given me hurt, but | |
| I choose my own melody. | |
| And sometimes it's that sad, sad song | |
| I'm singing all my day long. | |
| I'm just trying, trying to find the right notes. | |
| A misty eyed stranger said the songs words inspire. | |
| If they really knew would it break their hearts... | |
| That there's dirt that my soul keeps, if there's any good in me it comes from the grace of my father. |
| I started moving so | |
| I can sleep at night. | |
| I figure exhaustion will shut my eyes. | |
| And I' m as country as a guitar slide but | |
| I can' t ride, no not tonight. | |
| No my head' s preoccupied with counting sheep jumping over my peace of mind. | |
| Life will write the words, but you choose your own melody. | |
| Yes, life has given me hurt, but | |
| I choose my own melody. | |
| And sometimes it' s that sad, sad song | |
| I' m singing all my day long. | |
| I' m just trying, trying to find the right notes. | |
| There must be a fire in me because | |
| I can see my breath. | |
| Feel like a | |
| Miles Davis style solo circa 46. | |
| Still I write down the sacred things you show to me because my mind forgets what my heart once did see... | |
| Life will write the words, but you choose your own melody. | |
| Yes, life has given me hurt, but | |
| I choose my own melody. | |
| And sometimes it' s that sad, sad song | |
| I' m singing all my day long. | |
| I' m just trying, trying to find the right notes. | |
| You can build a bridge in a song but you' ll burn down the ones in your life. | |
| Life will write the words, but you choose your own melody. | |
| Yes, life has given me hurt, but | |
| I choose my own melody. | |
| And sometimes it' s that sad, sad song | |
| I' m singing all my day long. | |
| I' m just trying, trying to find the right notes. | |
| A misty eyed stranger said the songs words inspire. | |
| If they really knew would it break their hearts... | |
| That there' s dirt that my soul keeps, if there' s any good in me it comes from the grace of my father. |