There’s a pounding in my head as I sit here alone
A creature of habit… I wait by the phone
This message I’ve been waiting on is takin too long
I could slip into the great unknown
Somebody told me life’s an unexpected chance
It roles and it tumbles while we make our stand
But you can join any time be a part of the dance
Don’t wait till the end of the song
Heartaches and troubles been callin your name
But like the leaves in the autumn they all fall away
And someday that sunshine well it won’t go away
But sometime someday’s got to come
(Chorus)
Round round round we go
Joy and sorrow nobody knows
We all take our chances
But a fool even knows
Nothing can happen till you let your dice role
2)
Lost in self pity…I just couldn’t resist
When the phone rang inside my own head from out of the mist
I said,” whose this callin me”
I wasn’t ready for the twist
The voice said, “Better shut up boy and listen
This is Elvis”
(Elvis)
A hanged man can’t cut himself down
But by and by natures going to have its way
So what’s the need of all this sadness?
Everything’s going to be OK
Human urning can sometimes run amok
But what creature in time hasn’t once felt itself stuck
Toss and turn…cool and burn
But then a moment’s depth can spread out like a stone dropped in a calm pool
And a luminous nest of your own self-innocence you can find in a moment
If you wish
And torn from the clutches of chance and self oblivion
A swift and fiery flood of life will lift you up to the windless summit
Remember that pounding in your head
It’s because you weren’t a listening
But here everything is as soft as a mother’s heart beat
Wandering waves fill every tendril that has ever grasped the rope of doubt or fear
And dissolves what no longer need to be felt…seen…thought…or feared
Yea in Graceland everybody knows
The Kingdom is always Now…Always Here…
Heartaches and troubles been callin your name
But like the leaves in the autumn they all fall away
And someday that sunshine well it won’t go away
But sometime someday’s got to come
(Chorus)
Round round round we go
Joy and sorrow nobody knows
We all take our chances
But a fool even knows
Nothing can happen till you let your dice role
Round round round we go
Joy and sorrow nobody knows
We all take our chances
But I’ll tell you what I know
Nothing can happen till you let it all go
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