Between Hello and goodbye lyrics The Lyric Poetry of Greg Greenway Like a stone thrown in a pool of memory..." Lyrics for between Hello &Goodbye Hello Hello Hello PIANO, KEY OF G I waded into the shadows of a warm September day.The sun slanted down on this little town like a friend from far away.Once I would not have been caught dead in a place like this,now, I’m glad to be found here alive.It’s hard to explain it, how I fought it, I became it,now I’m late but I’ve finally arrived.So hello, hello, hello.So good to see your smile.I would not have made it all of this waywithout these good friends of mine.Hello, hello, hello.It’s been such a long, long time.Your faces are the moon and the starsin my September sky.I cannot walk in a straight line without going in circles, my friend,all around me everything’s moving, beyond my approvingpast where the sidewalk ends.Now, it’s more than a children’s story, but it’s less than a hero’s tale.It’s just what you see here, it’s just you and me here,filling in the details.So hello, hello, hello.So good to see your smile.I would not have made it all of this waywithout these good friends of mine.Hello, hello, hello.It’s been such a long, long time.Your faces are the moon and the starsin my September sky.Come September, sleep so deep,yellow lines on the freeway invade my dreams.There’s something warm and familiar when the shadows grow deep and long.Like a stone thrown in a pool of memoriesand the ripples go on and on.There are only three verses in this song, my friend,you’re born, you live, and you die,and so much has to happen between hello and goodbye.Hello, hello, hello.It’s been such a long, long time.Your faces are the moon and the starsin my September sky. Big Wide World PIANO, KEY OF F Big Wide WorldI was born by the riverwhere the boats could go no fartherand the history flowed like waterthrough my mother and my fatherthey said, “nothing good comes easyin the land of the free,and those folk over yonder,they’re not like you and me.”It was too hard livingwith what I was told,heads were shakingat the newspapers and the radio,like the whole world had gone crazywhen they heard that man say,“change is gonna come, oh yes it will,”it’s headed right this way.It’s a big wide world for all to seebeyond these walls built inside of you and mewhere half of the story has been raised to an artbut no lie can live foreverwithout killing your heartThere were times when I thoughtI could leave it all behind,I could find a highway, I could cross a state line.But, you could drive your whole life,no matter how far.There’s no map in the worldof people’s heartsChorusBridge:People get ready, there’s a change comingPeople get ready, there’s a change comingNow, I’m still standing / after all this time.It’s the statues that have fallen / in that hometown of mine.And that river keeps on flowing / right on down to the sea,and those folks over yonder, / they’re still dying to be free.Chorus That's Where The Hope Comes From A CAPPELLA, key of F Just a little bit of hope, everybody,a little bit of hope, everyone.Oh, my heart is broken, the work is never done.You could quit every night, tired of the fightthen up comes the morning sunbut, your heart is still beating (beating).That’s where the hope comes from.Just a little bit of hope, everybody,a little bit of hope, everyone.Oh, my feet are tired, the race is barely run.You could quit every night, tired of the fightthen up comes the morning sunand my feet, they start moving (moving).that’s where the hope comes from.Just a little bit of hope, everybody,a little bit of hope, everyone.Oh, my hands are weary, the work is never done.You could quit every night, tired of the fightthen up comes the morning sunand my hands, they start working (working).That’s where the hope comes from.(harmonica break)Just a little bit of hope, everybody,a little bit of hope, everyone.Oh, my voice is faltering, this song is hardly sung..You could quit every night, tired of the fightthen up comes the morning sunand everybody starts singing.That’s where the hope comes from.and everybody starts singing.That’s where the hope comes from.and everybody starts singing.That’s where the hope comes from. Don't Promise Me PIANO, KEY OF G (suggested by “Preacher Don’t Send Me” by Maya Angelou0Don’t promise me a mansion in the sky,the reservation starts the moment I die.The mortgage is paid, there’s no money anyhow.It’s so much less messy than the here and now.Don’t promise me a fountain of youth,politicians will tell the truth,and billionaires will have my best interests at heart.Must I leave this earth before the benefits startWhat I see is paradiseis when we’re all one big familyand everybody’s nice.Where the music is jazzedand the season is fall.Promise me this, or nothing at all.Everyone’s at the table with a full plate.No one will profit from preaching hate.There will be reunions of the family of man,when someone says trust me, you actually can.What I see is paradiseis when we’re all one big familyand everybody’s nice.Where the music is jazzedand the season is fall.Promise me this, or nothing at all.Shame and guilt are off the list.Eternal damnation will not be missed.Everyone will have walked in everybody else’s shoes,Now, someone grab a harp and lay down the truth. Saving The Best For Last PIANO, KEY OF G I’ve made my mistakes, my mistakes have made me.Now I make my steps carefully.You’ve got your story, I’ve surely got mine.Between the two of us, we’ve done our time.But love has a way of,a way of erasing the past.Oh love, look at me nowsaving the best for last.A prince and a pauper, you know who I am.You’ve got the heart of a lion, the soul of a lamb.We’ve both come so far, but never so near.I’ve got the feeling, we’ve never been here.But love has a way of,a way of erasing the past.Oh love, look at me nowsaving the best for last.You did not want to dance with meyou did not want to kiss me.You did not want me to stay,this yes has come a long way.This is our moment, this is our day.You make forever, so easy to say.But love has a way of,a way of erasing the past.Oh love, look at me nowsaving the best for last. Another DayUKULELE, key of G minor The spring of 1943, from England to Germany,50 million lives decreed my father would be spared.In his long life, he’d never guess, he’d left unfinished business,that his son would see the world regress in the streets of Charlottesville.It’s another day in Hollywood, another day.Another stroll past the statues on the Champs-Elysee of the SouthAnother roar in the DC streets, behind closed doors a president tweets,and history repeats another day.From every corner came the noise of dress up soldiers, angry boys,a tragic tantrum in tabloid in the streets of Charlottesville.That young life was brushed aside, “there are very fine people on both sides,”50 million ghosts arrive to disagreeChorusBridge:Show your face, we know your name.in the storied human race, it’s always the sameblame those with no defenseyou only are what you’re againstwe know your namewe know your nameOne year gone, Lafayette Square, only 24 would darecelebrate a year’s dispair in the streets of Washington.The high rise canyons rolled with soundas 10,000 voices shout them down,to chase them all back undergroundto the dark from where they came.ChorusSpring of 1943, that’s 75 years to me.Berlin, Charlottesville, DC,we must be there.Chorus. Love Has Brought Me Here PIANO, KEY OF G I’ve always been a dreamer,it’s the way that I’ve foundof keeping my head in the cloudsmy feet off the groundfrom that stumbling, humbling parade.Love has brought me here,what’s going to help me to stay.The romance of the loneris the power of one.You know, it takes the power of manyto get anything done,anything beyond the nose upon your face.Love has brought me here,what’s going to help me to stay.No one is an island, no one is a stone.Nothing worth doing can be done alone.Not alone.Instrumental verseBridgeFor us the new arrivals,late to the stage,whatever got you to this door,whatever brought you this way,from that stumbling, humbling parade.Love has brought us here,Love’s going to help us to stay.Love has brought us here,Love’s going to help us,Love’s going to help us,Love is going to help us to stay. Build A Bridge DADF#AD, key of e The river was a danger in the dawn of timea risk of life, a dividing lineboundaries that humankind would heedAs long as that river flowed deep and widethe people lived in a world divided,forever as a river, so it would be.If you’re gonna build a bridgeyou’ve gotta go all the waymake it to the other sidebefore you’re done.There is just no half wayacross a deep divideover a rising tideyou’ve gotta build a bridge.That was a long long time ago,now there is no place we can gomountain high, valley low, ocean deep.But that old river stayed here inside,we still won’t make it to the other sideuntil we find the will to build a bridgeChorusBridge:Will all our words fail us in the endor is it we will fail themWhat are the children going to saywalking in a world left in our wakestumbling on mistakes we have madewith the insurmountable of our timebe the distance between hearts and mindsand we never found the will to build a bridge.ChorusChorus (a cappella)Chorus If You Paint Me PIANO, KEY OF E FLAT If you paint me, paint me bluecerulean September skythere must be a yellow sunand something far, passing byFor I am made of all of thisa mother’s love, a lover’s kiss,my brother’s pain, a dove, a fist,and more.Above the sparkle of the searender me that distant thingover hues of blues and greensa glint of gold on fleeting wingsFor I am made of all of thisa mother’s love, a lover’s kiss,my sister’s struggle to persist.and more.More than the hand that holds the broadbrush strokes of destiny.More than you can fill in the rest of me.Frame me with translucent timea moment like no other.Paint how you will this life of mine,a melody in colors.For I am made of all of thisa mother’s love, a lover’s kiss,my brother’s pain, a dove, a fist,my sister’s struggle to persist.and moreFor I am made of all of thisa mother’s love, a lover’s kiss,my brother’s pain, a dove, a fist,my sister’s struggle to persist.My father’s gift, resist, resist.and more Get Out of the Left Lane C9 TUNING (CGDGCD), KEY OF D Here’s a public service announcement for everyone who drivesthe highways of America, Stayin’ safe, staying alive.It only takes a couple from the ignorant, the insaneto muck it up for everyone, but this song feels your paintalking ‘bout the scourge of AmericaThere are those who can’t merge peacefully, those, when all are stoppedfly by you in the breakdown lane (when you need one, where’s a cop)There are Harleys that split traffic to do that death wish thingbut it’s the squatters in the outside lane that make me want to sing.Get out of the left lane, get out of the left lane,you’re driving me insane, get out of the left lanewho taught you to drive a car, who do you think you are,Get out, get out, get out of the left lane.There’s that phalanx of big semi trucks all lined up to draftthere’s the one inch from your bumper speed addict psychopaththere’s the right to left lane floaterthat keeps us on the edge, but it’s the squatter in the passing lanethat makes me speak the pledgeto cure the scourge of Americathere’s a blinker that’s been blinking since before the last 12 townsthere’s the one who zips right past you,gets in front then slows way downfor some the rear-view mirror is a long-forgotten thingit’s the squatter in the outside lane that makes me want to sing.ChorusFor those who’re feeling powerless, forgotten and forlorndone with wild hand gestures, lashing light, blaring hornsThere is a solution in the chorus of a song to join the national movementyou need only sing alongto cure the scourge of AmericaFrom the access roads in Austin to the 5 in LAto the Big Dig in Boston (what the hell’s a rotary anyway)From the Cross Bronx Triple Gridlock to the mosh pit of DCIt’s the Anti Rolling Road block left lane vigilante pleaChorusChorus I'll Call That LovePIANO, KEY OF E FLAT If the word escapes youyou will hear it in my voicewe’ll always find a way tohear it through the noiseIt’s better said too many times,than never quite enoughUnless somebody knows betterthe word is loveWhen I say I’m sorryit never feels like giving inIt’s like a window opensand the light comes streaming inYou’d never say that I’m behind youbut I’m always catching upwhen that smile creeps across your face, the light reaches your eyes.It’s a good day here on planet earth, I’m here to testifyto everyone who’s lost itat the darkest of dead endsIt so hard to find itso hard to start againwhen I wandered through that wildernessI could not dream you up (but here you are)unless somebody knows betterI’ll call that love. Past Tense PIANO, KEY OF B FLAT It’s been the deal beginning to end,but never so real, beloved friend.The words that they sent, they made no sense.My mind could not read them in past tense.My mind could not read them in past tense.The letters, they built a wall to me,no “h,” no “o,” no,“ p,” no “e.”No matter how hard we read and reread.It was, am, am not.Smiling, smiled,started, stopped.Is, was,here and beyond,Loved, loveHere, gone.This wasn’t the way you were to leavewhen I touched my heart for you to see.They say they you fell, as everyone will.We all fell with you, we’re falling still.We all fell with you, we’re falling still.It was, am, am not.Smiling, smiled,started, stopped.Is, was,here and beyond,Loved, loveHere, gone. All music and lyrics by Greg Greenway ©2023 Sheen of Heat Music, except Big Wide World, also by Sam Cooke, Abkco Music Inc.