Runners, Written And Performed By David Hubbard

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Runners, David Hubbard

We might raise some eyes
Before we make the door
And if I can find
What we're running for
We'll be bigger than the whole place
Runners in the big race

You heard tell I died
That rumor hit me hard
I'd never even tried
Just wrecked that old car
And the paint came off for sheer speed
That's the kind of rush I don't need
Runners in the big race

I can see you dancing near that wall
So pretty how your dress waves and your hair falls
At dawn those flowers dance and sway
You never turn away

And the money must
Have made a hundred dents
Just a muddled trust
Of plans we never spent
But now we'll take the whole place
Be runners in the big race

I remember dancing near that wall
How nice to watch you hair sway and your dress fall
My eyes were opened on that day
You turned to me to say

We might raise some eyes
Before we make the door
But if you can find
What we're running for
We'll be bigger than the whole place
Runners in the big race

My Baby Crying

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My Baby Crying, Bill Fox by Craig Hubbard

Oh the bells, I carry news that I have got to tell

Hold your head out and you can hear, my baby crying

Peter and Paul, stare at the sky and wait for Jesus to fall
The only sound that they can hear, is my baby crying

Investors of cash, have only years ‘fore a wallstreet crash
Pile up here and throw a big Roman bash in   celebration

Bodies Relax, exhale the smoke of trivial facts
Which rises up to smother the sound, of my baby crying

Sometimes I feel like a lover in vain
I failed to protect her from the forces of pain
 That so silently pierce her tender heart

My little makes, is an embarrassment to heads of state
In nervous speeches claiming they don’t hear, my baby crying
         
Rumours are bound, the pedlar went and sold the things that he found
To hipster agents who will market the sound, of my baby crying

Chorus:
           
Bring out the shroud , the rebel prophet just got stoned by the crowd
That walked away and laughed out loud, at my baby crying

I’m in despair, I hear like a trumpet everywhere
How could I tell myself, that I couldn’t care about

To Watch The River Flow, Craig Hubbard

To Watch The River Flow, Written And Performed By Craig Hubbard

Over the mountains, down to the sea.
Where ever I wander, you're coming with me.
We'll wander farther than the mail can go.
We're burning bridges to watch the river flow.

Little black berries.  Little black bats.
You're harder to find than a stray alley cat.
You're purr has got me lying low.
Staying up late to watch the river flow.

Don't need the money. Don't need no fame.
Your love is all that I'm gonna claim.
Claim it in public till I cause a row.
Then sit on a park bench to watch the river flow.

The night is for singers and fancy champagne.
It's for drinking whiskey in the freezing rain.
We'll warm our feet at some fancy chateau.
Open the window to watch the river flow.

Life is a gamble, feels like a sham.
Took all these years to know who I am.
You know me deeper than the ocean floor.
Lets close our eyes to watch the river flow.