- Rachel Proctor - "Days Like This"
(Rachel Proctor and Odie Blackmon)
That sneaky ol' sun finally reared it's head,
Sneakin' through the window, sayin': "Get out of bed."
Kids are laughin' and playin' outside in the street.
I step out on my front porch in my bare feet.
Drink my coffee, walk the dog, then I'll stop by your house.
'Cause I was hopin', maybe we could just hang out.
Days like this are made for doin' nothin',
But layin' around, soakin' up your lovin'.
There ain't nothin' better than a long, lingerin' kiss,
On days like this.
Let the wind blow wild, let it mess up our hair,
Watch the world go by like we don't have a care.
When those old crickets start singin' an' the moon shows it's face,
We'll still be layin' on this blanket lettin' time slip away.
'Cause days like this are made for doin' nothin',
But layin' around, soakin' up your lovin'.
There ain't nothin' better than a long, lingerin' kiss,
On days like this.
There ain't nothin' wrong with bein' lazy.
So c'mon over here an' love me, baby.
Love me, baby,
Oh yeah.
Days like this are made for doin' nothin',
But layin' around, soakin' up your lovin'.
There ain't nothin' better than a long, lingerin' kiss,
On days like....
Days like this
Days like this.
- Rachel Proctor - "Me and Emily"
(Rachel Proctor and Christopher Tompkins)
Floorboard's filled with baby toys,
An' empty coke bottles an' coffee cups.
Drivin' through the rain with no radio,
Tryin' not to wake her up.
Cell 'phone says "low battery",
God, what if I break down?
I'm just lookin' for an exit with a lotta lights,
A safe little interstate town.
Just a cheap hotel,
With a single bed,
And cable TV:
Is good enough for me an' Emily.
Some day, when she's old enough,
She's gonna start askin' questions about him.
Some kid at school brings his Dad for show an' tell,
An' gets her little mind a-wonderin':
"Where's my Daddy? Do I have one?
"Does he not love me like you do?"
Oh, maybe I'll find someone to love the both of us,
An' I'll tell her when she's old enough to know the truth.
Will it break her heart?
Will she understand,
That I had to leave?
That's what was best for me an' Emily.
That house was never clean enough; his dinner never warm enough.
Nothing I did was ever good enough to make him happy.
So, I guess, he gave me what he thought I deserved,
But it would kill me if he ever raised his hand to her.
Big rigs are throwin' rain on my windshield,
An' I feel like they're laughin' at me.
Finally the storm is lettin' up,
An' the mornin' is breakin' free.
It's a brand new day,
It's a second chance.
Yesterday is just a memory,
For me an' Emily.
Ah.
Floorboard is filled with baby toys,
An' empty coke bottles an' coffee cups.
Least there's one good thing that he gave me,
An' she's startin' to wake up.
- Rachel Proctor - "Where I Belong"
(Chris Lindsey, Hillary Lindsey, Aimee Mayo and Troy Verges)
I've wished a million wishes on a big empty sky.
And I've spent too many endless nights alone,
Wondering if I was broken and why everything felt so wrong,
And where do I belong?
I see beyond the end of time when I look into your eyes.
It's so much bigger than this life and everything's right.
I feel so (So.) safe (Safe.), safe as a child in your arms:
This is where I belong.
I've seen my share of troubles,
Oh, tears I've shed in vain.
I watched my dreams crumble,
But all along the way, someone heard me pray.
The house is quiet now and my, my heart is full.
And all the ones I love lay fast asleep and I am complete.
I turn out the lights and I whisper: "Goodnight."
And I know, this is where I belong.
This is where I belong.
