Over Again
If I could back us up to the top of the ferris wheel;
If we could take the corners fast and never hear the tires squeal;
If I could have a kiss or two that I didn’t have to steal;
We could take a chance and try this over again.
If the subways and the busses, somehow, only ran uptown;
If we could climb these stairs and never think about coming down;
And if this midnight rain could fall without that lonesome sound;
We could take a chance and try this over again.
Over and over again…What makes it love?
We could take a chance and try this over again.
If your kiss could still lift the edge of nights black winding spell;
If the world weren’t divide into heaven and to hell;
And if hand could really truly say what words will never tell;
We could take a chance and try this over again.
Over and over again. What makes it love?
We could take a chance and try this over again.
If I could swallow the dreams I had like a mouthful of broken glass;
Or wake myself in the middle of the night
and hold you like we had no past;
And if gold’s too soft, then make our rings of brass;
We could take a chance and try this over again.
Over and over again….what makes it love.
We could take a chance.
We could take a chance…
We could take a chance and try this over again.
©1999, Scott Ainslie
Personnel:
- Scott Ainslie
- Acoustic Guitar, Vocals
- Scott Petito
- Bass, Synthesizer Pad & Mandolin
- Jerry Marotta
- Drums/Percussion
- Marc Shulman
- Electric Guitars
- Peter Vitalone
- Hammond B3
- Leslie Ritter
- Harmony Vocals
I’ve spent a lot of time, a LOT of time, writing about what I thought were the answers to questions on ‘matters of consequence.’
I still do.
But I also have come to notice that it in searching for something lasting, something eternal; it is the answers that change, while the questions always seem to remain the same.
I was halfway into writing this song when that thought first came to me.