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WHEN I FORGET TO SING 

 

 Stumbling out of the starting gate an hour late

Got to get to work by 8

Running and racing and frantic that Iíll miss my bus

Lord, I hope the driver waits.

 

Out the house, I make the light; itís lookiní good;

Start the final hundred yard dashó

A car speeds by, and my new suit

Is drenched with one great splash!  

 

Chorus: 

When I forget to sing, every little thing goes flooey.

When I forget to sing, every little thing goes flat.

Singing is where I belong;

It makes right what had been wrong,

Makes that sun come out

Just like that.

 

Maybe Iíve bitten off more than I could ever chew,

Biggest show Iíve done so far

Worrying, nervous, frantic--can I do it all?

Write, produce, rehearse, and star?

 

Dress rehersal come and gone, it went just fine,

Morning of the first big show,

A calm voice on the radio

Predicts a blizzard snow

 

c 2002, Rachel Nelson

08/28/2012                         Copyright  BardLive Music     2012