| Song | And If My Heart Should Somehow Stop |
| Artist | James Vincent McMorrow |
| Album | Early In the Morning |
| The wind changed, the first day that you came through | |
| Cut the corn, washed it clean | |
| Now everything that’s ever gone before, is like a blur | |
| And it’s all because of you | |
| And now I find, this city’s like a stranger to me | |
| I once was fooled by | |
| Cadillac’s and honey | |
| But no one feels like you | |
| Not like you | |
| Not like you | |
| Not like you | |
| Cause even though the flower fades something takes its place | |
| A marching band on a sunny day, two pretty eyes or a a pretty face | |
| And in the forest | |
| I make my home | |
| Lay down my heart on an ancient stone | |
| And if my heart should somehow stop | |
| I’ll hang on to the hope | |
| That you’re not too late | |
| That you’re not too late | |
| And there are times | |
| I know when | |
| I will have to chase you | |
| And the further from my side you go, the longing grows | |
| And I will hate it, | |
| I still want you, | |
| Cause I will hate it, but | |
| I still want you around | |
| Cause even when the flower dies something’s by its side | |
| A helping hand or a kiss goodbye, to ease it on its way | |
| And in the forest | |
| I make my home | |
| Lay down my heart on an ancient stone | |
| And if my heart should somehow stop | |
| I’ll hang on to the hope | |
| You’re not too late | |
| Not too late, no no | |
| And in the forest | |
| I make my home | |
| Lay down my heart on an ancient stone | |
| And if my heart should somehow stop | |
| I’ll hang on to the hope | |
| That you’re not too late | |
| That you’re not too late |
| The wind changed, the first day that you came through | |
| Cut the corn, washed it clean | |
| Now everything that' s ever gone before, is like a blur | |
| And it' s all because of you | |
| And now I find, this city' s like a stranger to me | |
| I once was fooled by | |
| Cadillac' s and honey | |
| But no one feels like you | |
| Not like you | |
| Not like you | |
| Not like you | |
| Cause even though the flower fades something takes its place | |
| A marching band on a sunny day, two pretty eyes or a a pretty face | |
| And in the forest | |
| I make my home | |
| Lay down my heart on an ancient stone | |
| And if my heart should somehow stop | |
| I' ll hang on to the hope | |
| That you' re not too late | |
| That you' re not too late | |
| And there are times | |
| I know when | |
| I will have to chase you | |
| And the further from my side you go, the longing grows | |
| And I will hate it, | |
| I still want you, | |
| Cause I will hate it, but | |
| I still want you around | |
| Cause even when the flower dies something' s by its side | |
| A helping hand or a kiss goodbye, to ease it on its way | |
| And in the forest | |
| I make my home | |
| Lay down my heart on an ancient stone | |
| And if my heart should somehow stop | |
| I' ll hang on to the hope | |
| You' re not too late | |
| Not too late, no no | |
| And in the forest | |
| I make my home | |
| Lay down my heart on an ancient stone | |
| And if my heart should somehow stop | |
| I' ll hang on to the hope | |
| That you' re not too late | |
| That you' re not too late |