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The Desert Questions

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The Desert Questions

  1. This Blank Page 3:55
  2. Walkin' in the Wilderness 2:34
  3. She's Gone 2:54
  4. Warrior 3:01
  5. Upper Room 3:54
  6. Love Bravely, Elizabeth 3:45
  7. El Niño 4:37
  8. Little White Envelopes 2:46
  9. Israelite 4:18  MP3
10. Go Heal Somewhere Else 2:26
11. Acid Polka 3:00
12. Sleeping Hearts 3:53

The Desert Questions is currently available only from the website and from http://www.cdfreedom.com.

Bob Franke's eighth album is a diverse collection of songs about loss, love, courage, compassion, and the Acid Polka. It features pioneering folk-rock drummer Dave Mattacks (Fairport Convention, Richard Thompson, Mary Chapin Carpenter); master guitarist Duke Levine (Carol Noonan, Mary Chapin Carpenter); bassist Paul Bryan (Aimee Mann); and stellar vocalists Julie Dougherty (Boston Horns) and Ellen Groves (Fishken and Groves).

"It is possibly his most musically exciting record and finest vocal performance. ...The ballads about the collapse of a marriage at midlife are devastatingly vivid, a different mood from the romantic brooding found in youthful love-gone-wrong songs. He spells them with hopeful anthems and smart, goofball humor, as in a savaging of new-age psychobabble called 'Go Heal Somewhere Else.'"

Scott Alarik
The Boston Globe
November 15, 2001

Produced by Bob Franke
Engineered by Dave Schacter
Recorded at Daring Studios, Marblehead, MA
Graphic design by Abby Getman, from a concept by Bob Franke

All songs by Bob Franke
"Love Bravely, Elizabeth" © 2000 Robert J. Franke
"Little White Envelopes" © 1999 Robert J. Franke
All other songs © 2001 Robert J. Franke

Published by Telephone Pole Music (BMI)
Telephone Pole Records, Peabody, MA (978) 535-3331
© (p)2001 Robert J. Franke


Bob Franke -- vocals, acoustic guitars
Duke Levine -- electric guitars
Paul Bryan -- bass guitar
Dave Mattacks -- drums and percussion
Julie Dougherty and Ellen Groves -- backing vocals on "Walkin' In The Wilderness", "Israelite", and "Acid Polka"


Lyrics

Text of the lyrics to all songs on this CD are found below.  Additionally, a PDF (348 K -- big and slow) file, containing both the lyrics and chords to all songs, is available for download by clicking here.


She's Gone

It was nothing you did, or was it?
It was nothing you said...or was it something you said?
You'll never know. She's gone.
You were playing a game, and she knew it.
You were pulling the wool, saying, "Baby, we'll get through it."
Now your 0 for 0. She's gone.

There's just so many ways you can play that scene,
Like a closed loop of tape on a TV screen.
Deep in the night, in your heart you'll cry: "Why?"

Was it love that you need, or just cleaning?
Maybe something will come to give your life meaning,
But not tonight.
She's gone.
She's gone.
She's gone.

© 1997 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


This Blank Page

Nobody answers my calls, strange to be so frightening.
I try to smile, but nothing disguises this haunting.
The former champion of love, simply caught off guard.
How could I seem so big, to fall this hard?

refrain:

You must have thought I was foolish for my age:
All you left me, all you left me, was this blank page.

The first time you wrote me a note just to say it had ended.
The second one told me it never could happen again.
If you wrote me a third little letter, well, you never sent it.
And all of the time you insisted that you were my friend.

refrain

What shall I do with this gift? Shall I fill it with roses?
Make it a megaphone, screaming my pain and my rage?
Make it a box, but this time with something that closes?
Send it along with the rest to the floor of this cage?

instrumental verse and refrain.

I'd hoped that some of the seed that I'd scattered would find you,
Sending its roots in your soil to renew and fulfill.
Sometimes the rain never comes, and the sun only blinds you.
Sometimes a silence gives life, and sometimes it kills.

© 1999 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Upper Room

I hate to be the bearer of one more cross,
Planted in the Calvary of your heart.
On your face, I see the shadow of one shared loss,
Hanging there until the healing starts.

Chorus:

Take it down, wash the body,
Wrap it in the clothing of the tomb.
When a marriage fails, it's time to gather up the nails,
Find a few friends, and move to an upper room.
Find a few friends, and move to an upper room.

You swung the hammer, and I pierced the side.
At cockcrow, we both cried, "It wasn't me!"
You washed your hands, I betrayed you with a kiss,
But both of us were hanging from that tree.

Chorus

Bridge:

Lay it in its resting place and pray.
Turn and face the night, and walk away.

Remember the kindness, remember the love,
And the child who is the world to me and you.
But before we can hope for a flame, a wind, a dove,
There are still a few small tasks that we must do:

Chorus

© 1999 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Love Bravely, Elizabeth

There are some who will tell you that love is the province of fools,
There are some who will tell you that love makes you break all the rules.
Well, I guess that's all a little bit true, but the thing I need to say to you,
Time makes a diamond, and love makes us heaven's jewels.

First chorus:

So love bravely, Elizabeth. Love when you're crying inside.
Hold on to your wishes, but love with your eyes open wide.
Love like your mama loved me, like I loved her when I learned to see
That the love that remains as we change is our surest guide.

Now, I don't mean to tell you to love with no love in return.
There are times for goodbyes, even times when some bridges should burn.
There are times when you do what you must, but there'll always be a heart you can trust,
And it's beating inside you, to guide as you live and learn.

Bridge:

You get to choose how to use any gift you've been given.
No one can steal any feeling you feel while you're living.

There are people who search all their lives for a love that is true,
But I hope that you learn that the source of love's truth lies in you.
Even when you have to walk alone, as a child becomes a woman grown,
Love will enfold you, and hold you, and see you through.

Second chorus:

So love bravely, Elizabeth, love with a laugh and a song.
Love is your right when the world all around you seems wrong.
It's the hardest thing you'll ever do, but it will be what makes you you:
A loving young woman, so beautiful, kind, and strong.
So love bravely.

© 1999 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Israelite

chorus:

Israelite, O Israelite
Israelite, O Israelite
Israelite, O Israelite
Nobody suffers here another night

Say to paralyzed, take up your bed and walk.
Say to the silent, now raise your voice and talk.
Say to the blind, look up and find your sight.
Do not linger here, O Israelite.

Chorus

Heed not your sorrow, look forward to your hope.
Don't mourn for paradise, just take each day and cope.
Build up the future each day with your own hand,
Keep on walkin' to the Promised Land.

Chorus

Don't live in fear of the armies of the night,
Be of good courage. Look forward to the light.
Take up your rod and staff, and struggle for the right.
You will find your path, O Israelite.

Chorus

© 1999 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


El Nino

Now a house that is built upon sand has a view of the waters,
And a rich man sits feasting his eyes on their power and might.
But El Nino remembers the poor, and their sons and their daughters,
And the waters reclaim what is theirs in the dark of the night.

Chorus:

Beware, Angelinos, the wind of the child is upon you,
So strong and so wild, it has come to the land of the free.
Your waters unshared have returned with a force that may drown you.
Without pity, El Nino may blow you back into the sea.

There's a fire in the high chapparal making glass of the mountains,
As the burning bush resins fall into and cover the soil.
When El Nino returns with the rain, as the rich fill their fountains,
The mountains will shatter, and roll down a track slick as oil.

Chorus

Remember the time you refused these poor babies their healing?
Remember the time you refused these poor children their school?
El Nino recalls when you trampled on all human feeling.
So beware, Angelinos, a child without pity is cruel.

Chorus

© 1998 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Go Heal Somewhere Else

When I met you at the workshop, you were sharing lots of stuff.
I was thinking about a pork chop, you were thinking I was buff.
But your healing inner feelings freeze my mind as your heart melts.
Oh, darling go heal somewhere else.

You say that my existence seems to give your passion form,
But I need a little distance from your raging inner storm.
The hail from your tornado blows my top off as it pelts.
Oh, darling go heal somewhere else.

Bridge:

I'm happy that your trauma's breaking through.
But darling, I've got issues, too.

I'd like to feel your pain (not) 'cause I'm reeling with my own.
I don't want to spoil your rhythm when you say you're in the zone.
But my inner shit detector has just started ringing bells.
Oh, darling go heal somewhere else.
Oh, darling go heal somewhere else.

© 1999 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Warrior

Warrior standing on the firing line, leaving all the others behind, running to the fray,
Warrior going where no man will go, running to confront every foe,
On another good dying day.

Bridge:

Joy redeemed in courage found, weapons scattered on the ground,
Bearing only solitude and art.
Broken and betrayed again, stranger to the schemes of men,
Conquering the desert of my heart.

Warrior every scar the world may see, every wound is precious to me
That you suffered to find a way through another good dying day.

instrumental verse, then repeat bridge & last verse w/ extra last line

That you suffered to find a way through another good dying day.
Through another good dying day.

© 1998 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Little White Envelopes

Little white envelopes, row on row, under portraits of Grace and Schwab,
They mustn't be opened before you go, (we don't want to deal with a mob),
Back to your station before you know whether you've got a job

Little white letters all tucked inside, hidden for now from your eyes,
Hidden away from your rage and pride, as your means of living dies,
Open in private so we might hide, from the harvest of too many lies

And they say that you're the oldest now, they say, "You cost the most",
They say "you thought you were a man, but now you're just a ghost".
And they say, "We didn't have a clue", they say, "We couldn't sell",
And delicately, with regret, they tell you "go to hell".
And they say, "We built a kingdom here in this Lehigh Valley town,
But we built it on illusion.and the castle's fallen down.

Or they say "we'll keep you on for now, among the shocked and stunned,
Just load this little white bullet, just point this little white gun."
Just lick this little white envelope now that the Steel is past,
Just pull this little white trigger, we'll let you be the last.

© 1999 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Acid Polka

In my home town of Hamtramck back in nineteen sixty-seven,
The drinking and the dancing were a little bit of heaven.
Saturday was polka night down at the VFW,
The crowd was always friendly there, they'd never ever snub ya'.
When Bill Winiewski's nephew cam back home from San Francisca,
He looked a little goofy as he dug into the kiszka.
He passed around some candy to the band and all the crowd,
The crowd got awful rowdy and the band got awful loud, and we went

Chorus

Na, na na Na, na na Na, na na Na,
Do the Acid Polka.
Ommmmmm......
It's in the Almond Roca.
Was Stosh Winiewski chewing mints, or was he chewing coca?
It gets a little hazy when you do the Acid Polka.

They started making necklaces out of the smoked kielbasa,
The Polecats from Chicago sounded like they were from Lhasa.
My bowl of fresh kapusta was smelling like a rose,
And Uncle Bill and Auntie Sophie started taking off their clothes.

The dance floor turned into a swamp, it felt just like a sauna,
Then Father Matusiewicz turned into an iguana.
The bar went off in fireworks, there were stars in my pierogi,
And Sister Mary Joseph started talking like a yogi, she went

Chorus

It's different in Hamtramck now, with slackers, beats and yuppies,
Around the old Kielbasa Hut, they're selling tofu puppies.
But Stosh's New Age Deli is a little taste of Europe.
Enjoy potato pancakes, but don't order Special Syrup, you'll go

Last chorus

Na, na na Na, na na Na, na na Na, Na,
Do the Acid Polka.
Beware the Mrs. Butterworth's, don't drink the Caf‚ Mocha.
He says it's all organic now, but he's still chewing coca.
Enjoy it in Hamtramck, but don't do the Acid Polka!

© 2000 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Sleeping Hearts

Each one a half of a story, each one a half of a fight,
Each one a seeker of something true, sifting wrong from right.
Each one tired of the struggle, each one bound by the past,
Each one needing its daily bread, and a love to hold it fast,
And as the earth turns round another time, through the darkness to the light,
Millions of sleeping hearts, goodnight.

Some in search of a savior, some in search of themselves,
Some in search of a childhood lost in the dust of musty shelves.
Some remembering their maker, some remembering their shame,
Some remembering another life in the land from which they came.

May each be healed of every hurt, may another soothe its fright.
Millions of sleeping hearts, goodnight.

And if I can't open up to a million in the glare of a morning sun,
Give me the grace in that time and place to open up to one.

Millions of beats in a lifetime, bearing a life to its end,
Millions in search of a lover, millions in search of a friend.
And in the "close and holy darkness," as a million dreams take flight,
Millions of sleeping hearts, millions of sleeping hearts, millions of sleeping hearts,

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.

© 2000 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page

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The Desert Questions

  1. This Blank Page 3:55
  2. Walkin' in the Wilderness 2:34
  3. She's Gone 2:54
  4. Warrior 3:01
  5. Upper Room 3:54
  6. Love Bravely, Elizabeth 3:45
  7. El Niño 4:37
  8. Little White Envelopes 2:46
  9. Israelite 4:18  MP3
10. Go Heal Somewhere Else 2:26
11. Acid Polka 3:00
12. Sleeping Hearts 3:53

The Desert Questions is currently available only from the website and from http://www.cdfreedom.com.

Bob Franke's eighth album is a diverse collection of songs about loss, love, courage, compassion, and the Acid Polka. It features pioneering folk-rock drummer Dave Mattacks (Fairport Convention, Richard Thompson, Mary Chapin Carpenter); master guitarist Duke Levine (Carol Noonan, Mary Chapin Carpenter); bassist Paul Bryan (Aimee Mann); and stellar vocalists Julie Dougherty (Boston Horns) and Ellen Groves (Fishken and Groves).

"It is possibly his most musically exciting record and finest vocal performance. ...The ballads about the collapse of a marriage at midlife are devastatingly vivid, a different mood from the romantic brooding found in youthful love-gone-wrong songs. He spells them with hopeful anthems and smart, goofball humor, as in a savaging of new-age psychobabble called 'Go Heal Somewhere Else.'"

Scott Alarik
The Boston Globe
November 15, 2001

Produced by Bob Franke
Engineered by Dave Schacter
Recorded at Daring Studios, Marblehead, MA
Graphic design by Abby Getman, from a concept by Bob Franke

All songs by Bob Franke
"Love Bravely, Elizabeth" © 2000 Robert J. Franke
"Little White Envelopes" © 1999 Robert J. Franke
All other songs © 2001 Robert J. Franke

Published by Telephone Pole Music (BMI)
Telephone Pole Records, Peabody, MA (978) 535-3331
© (p)2001 Robert J. Franke


Bob Franke -- vocals, acoustic guitars
Duke Levine -- electric guitars
Paul Bryan -- bass guitar
Dave Mattacks -- drums and percussion
Julie Dougherty and Ellen Groves -- backing vocals on "Walkin' In The Wilderness", "Israelite", and "Acid Polka"


Lyrics

Text of the lyrics to all songs on this CD are found below.  Additionally, a PDF (348 K -- big and slow) file, containing both the lyrics and chords to all songs, is available for download by clicking here.


She's Gone

It was nothing you did, or was it?
It was nothing you said...or was it something you said?
You'll never know. She's gone.
You were playing a game, and she knew it.
You were pulling the wool, saying, "Baby, we'll get through it."
Now your 0 for 0. She's gone.

There's just so many ways you can play that scene,
Like a closed loop of tape on a TV screen.
Deep in the night, in your heart you'll cry: "Why?"

Was it love that you need, or just cleaning?
Maybe something will come to give your life meaning,
But not tonight.
She's gone.
She's gone.
She's gone.

© 1997 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


This Blank Page

Nobody answers my calls, strange to be so frightening.
I try to smile, but nothing disguises this haunting.
The former champion of love, simply caught off guard.
How could I seem so big, to fall this hard?

refrain:

You must have thought I was foolish for my age:
All you left me, all you left me, was this blank page.

The first time you wrote me a note just to say it had ended.
The second one told me it never could happen again.
If you wrote me a third little letter, well, you never sent it.
And all of the time you insisted that you were my friend.

refrain

What shall I do with this gift? Shall I fill it with roses?
Make it a megaphone, screaming my pain and my rage?
Make it a box, but this time with something that closes?
Send it along with the rest to the floor of this cage?

instrumental verse and refrain.

I'd hoped that some of the seed that I'd scattered would find you,
Sending its roots in your soil to renew and fulfill.
Sometimes the rain never comes, and the sun only blinds you.
Sometimes a silence gives life, and sometimes it kills.

© 1999 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Upper Room

I hate to be the bearer of one more cross,
Planted in the Calvary of your heart.
On your face, I see the shadow of one shared loss,
Hanging there until the healing starts.

Chorus:

Take it down, wash the body,
Wrap it in the clothing of the tomb.
When a marriage fails, it's time to gather up the nails,
Find a few friends, and move to an upper room.
Find a few friends, and move to an upper room.

You swung the hammer, and I pierced the side.
At cockcrow, we both cried, "It wasn't me!"
You washed your hands, I betrayed you with a kiss,
But both of us were hanging from that tree.

Chorus

Bridge:

Lay it in its resting place and pray.
Turn and face the night, and walk away.

Remember the kindness, remember the love,
And the child who is the world to me and you.
But before we can hope for a flame, a wind, a dove,
There are still a few small tasks that we must do:

Chorus

© 1999 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Love Bravely, Elizabeth

There are some who will tell you that love is the province of fools,
There are some who will tell you that love makes you break all the rules.
Well, I guess that's all a little bit true, but the thing I need to say to you,
Time makes a diamond, and love makes us heaven's jewels.

First chorus:

So love bravely, Elizabeth. Love when you're crying inside.
Hold on to your wishes, but love with your eyes open wide.
Love like your mama loved me, like I loved her when I learned to see
That the love that remains as we change is our surest guide.

Now, I don't mean to tell you to love with no love in return.
There are times for goodbyes, even times when some bridges should burn.
There are times when you do what you must, but there'll always be a heart you can trust,
And it's beating inside you, to guide as you live and learn.

Bridge:

You get to choose how to use any gift you've been given.
No one can steal any feeling you feel while you're living.

There are people who search all their lives for a love that is true,
But I hope that you learn that the source of love's truth lies in you.
Even when you have to walk alone, as a child becomes a woman grown,
Love will enfold you, and hold you, and see you through.

Second chorus:

So love bravely, Elizabeth, love with a laugh and a song.
Love is your right when the world all around you seems wrong.
It's the hardest thing you'll ever do, but it will be what makes you you:
A loving young woman, so beautiful, kind, and strong.
So love bravely.

© 1999 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Israelite

chorus:

Israelite, O Israelite
Israelite, O Israelite
Israelite, O Israelite
Nobody suffers here another night

Say to paralyzed, take up your bed and walk.
Say to the silent, now raise your voice and talk.
Say to the blind, look up and find your sight.
Do not linger here, O Israelite.

Chorus

Heed not your sorrow, look forward to your hope.
Don't mourn for paradise, just take each day and cope.
Build up the future each day with your own hand,
Keep on walkin' to the Promised Land.

Chorus

Don't live in fear of the armies of the night,
Be of good courage. Look forward to the light.
Take up your rod and staff, and struggle for the right.
You will find your path, O Israelite.

Chorus

© 1999 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


El Nino

Now a house that is built upon sand has a view of the waters,
And a rich man sits feasting his eyes on their power and might.
But El Nino remembers the poor, and their sons and their daughters,
And the waters reclaim what is theirs in the dark of the night.

Chorus:

Beware, Angelinos, the wind of the child is upon you,
So strong and so wild, it has come to the land of the free.
Your waters unshared have returned with a force that may drown you.
Without pity, El Nino may blow you back into the sea.

There's a fire in the high chapparal making glass of the mountains,
As the burning bush resins fall into and cover the soil.
When El Nino returns with the rain, as the rich fill their fountains,
The mountains will shatter, and roll down a track slick as oil.

Chorus

Remember the time you refused these poor babies their healing?
Remember the time you refused these poor children their school?
El Nino recalls when you trampled on all human feeling.
So beware, Angelinos, a child without pity is cruel.

Chorus

© 1998 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Go Heal Somewhere Else

When I met you at the workshop, you were sharing lots of stuff.
I was thinking about a pork chop, you were thinking I was buff.
But your healing inner feelings freeze my mind as your heart melts.
Oh, darling go heal somewhere else.

You say that my existence seems to give your passion form,
But I need a little distance from your raging inner storm.
The hail from your tornado blows my top off as it pelts.
Oh, darling go heal somewhere else.

Bridge:

I'm happy that your trauma's breaking through.
But darling, I've got issues, too.

I'd like to feel your pain (not) 'cause I'm reeling with my own.
I don't want to spoil your rhythm when you say you're in the zone.
But my inner shit detector has just started ringing bells.
Oh, darling go heal somewhere else.
Oh, darling go heal somewhere else.

© 1999 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Warrior

Warrior standing on the firing line, leaving all the others behind, running to the fray,
Warrior going where no man will go, running to confront every foe,
On another good dying day.

Bridge:

Joy redeemed in courage found, weapons scattered on the ground,
Bearing only solitude and art.
Broken and betrayed again, stranger to the schemes of men,
Conquering the desert of my heart.

Warrior every scar the world may see, every wound is precious to me
That you suffered to find a way through another good dying day.

instrumental verse, then repeat bridge & last verse w/ extra last line

That you suffered to find a way through another good dying day.
Through another good dying day.

© 1998 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Little White Envelopes

Little white envelopes, row on row, under portraits of Grace and Schwab,
They mustn't be opened before you go, (we don't want to deal with a mob),
Back to your station before you know whether you've got a job

Little white letters all tucked inside, hidden for now from your eyes,
Hidden away from your rage and pride, as your means of living dies,
Open in private so we might hide, from the harvest of too many lies

And they say that you're the oldest now, they say, "You cost the most",
They say "you thought you were a man, but now you're just a ghost".
And they say, "We didn't have a clue", they say, "We couldn't sell",
And delicately, with regret, they tell you "go to hell".
And they say, "We built a kingdom here in this Lehigh Valley town,
But we built it on illusion.and the castle's fallen down.

Or they say "we'll keep you on for now, among the shocked and stunned,
Just load this little white bullet, just point this little white gun."
Just lick this little white envelope now that the Steel is past,
Just pull this little white trigger, we'll let you be the last.

© 1999 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Acid Polka

In my home town of Hamtramck back in nineteen sixty-seven,
The drinking and the dancing were a little bit of heaven.
Saturday was polka night down at the VFW,
The crowd was always friendly there, they'd never ever snub ya'.
When Bill Winiewski's nephew cam back home from San Francisca,
He looked a little goofy as he dug into the kiszka.
He passed around some candy to the band and all the crowd,
The crowd got awful rowdy and the band got awful loud, and we went

Chorus

Na, na na Na, na na Na, na na Na,
Do the Acid Polka.
Ommmmmm......
It's in the Almond Roca.
Was Stosh Winiewski chewing mints, or was he chewing coca?
It gets a little hazy when you do the Acid Polka.

They started making necklaces out of the smoked kielbasa,
The Polecats from Chicago sounded like they were from Lhasa.
My bowl of fresh kapusta was smelling like a rose,
And Uncle Bill and Auntie Sophie started taking off their clothes.

The dance floor turned into a swamp, it felt just like a sauna,
Then Father Matusiewicz turned into an iguana.
The bar went off in fireworks, there were stars in my pierogi,
And Sister Mary Joseph started talking like a yogi, she went

Chorus

It's different in Hamtramck now, with slackers, beats and yuppies,
Around the old Kielbasa Hut, they're selling tofu puppies.
But Stosh's New Age Deli is a little taste of Europe.
Enjoy potato pancakes, but don't order Special Syrup, you'll go

Last chorus

Na, na na Na, na na Na, na na Na, Na,
Do the Acid Polka.
Beware the Mrs. Butterworth's, don't drink the Caf‚ Mocha.
He says it's all organic now, but he's still chewing coca.
Enjoy it in Hamtramck, but don't do the Acid Polka!

© 2000 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page


Sleeping Hearts

Each one a half of a story, each one a half of a fight,
Each one a seeker of something true, sifting wrong from right.
Each one tired of the struggle, each one bound by the past,
Each one needing its daily bread, and a love to hold it fast,
And as the earth turns round another time, through the darkness to the light,
Millions of sleeping hearts, goodnight.

Some in search of a savior, some in search of themselves,
Some in search of a childhood lost in the dust of musty shelves.
Some remembering their maker, some remembering their shame,
Some remembering another life in the land from which they came.

May each be healed of every hurt, may another soothe its fright.
Millions of sleeping hearts, goodnight.

And if I can't open up to a million in the glare of a morning sun,
Give me the grace in that time and place to open up to one.

Millions of beats in a lifetime, bearing a life to its end,
Millions in search of a lover, millions in search of a friend.
And in the "close and holy darkness," as a million dreams take flight,
Millions of sleeping hearts, millions of sleeping hearts, millions of sleeping hearts,

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.

© 2000 Robert J. Franke

Top of Page