From the recording Sand
My good friend Bo Veaner wrote this song many years ago. One day he told me "you have to sing this song". I did, I loved it and here it is. Thank you Bo!
Musicians on this cut included:
Bo Veaner – Guitar
Amy Robinson – Guitar, Rain Stick
Steve Rapson – Guitar
Lyrics
Lyrics
How many people are on the beaches of oceans,
Just watching tides ebbing and flowing?
For every star there is a grain of sand.
Why reach for the stars when it’s in your hands?
Cold winds are blowing in from the west.
You’re traveling south below the crest.
For every star there is a grain of sand.
Why hit the road when its time to stand?
Talking bout dreams and all you ever wanted.
Talking bout love and how you have been haunted
Take your time ready to begin
Reaching out, you got to reach within.
A mountain sinks in the rear view horizon.
A love is born in the heart that it dies in.
For every white line on the road to town
There is a stone to cause you to slow down.
Talking bout dreams and all you ever wanted.
Talking bout love and how you have been haunted.
Take your time ready to begin
Reaching out, you got to reach within.