SOMEWHERE BETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH
CREDITS
IN BETTER HANDS THE LIGHTS OF PARIS
PRODUCED by Cindy Bullens PRODUCED by Rodney Crowell and
Cindy Bullens
RECORDED at DOG DEN, Nashville, TN RECORDED at HUM DEPOT, Nashville, TN
ENGINEER: Bill McDermott ENGINEER: David Thoener
MIXED BY: Bob Clearmountain at MIX THIS, L.A. MIXED BY: David Thoener at Sound Kitchen,
Nashville, TN
CINDY BULLENS: Vocals, acoustic guitar CINDY BULLENS: Vocal, acoustic guitar
GEORGE MARINELLI: Electric guitars GEORGE MARINELLI: Electric Guitars
DAVID SANTOS: Bass MICHAEL RHODES: Bass
MARK T. JORDAN: Keyboards STEVEN CONN: Hammond B-3
RICK LONOW: Drums GREG MORROW: Drums & Percussion
I GOTTA BELIEVE IN SOMETHING SOMEWHERE BETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH
PRODUCED BY RODNEY CROWELL and CINDY BULLENS PRODUCED by Cindy Bullens
RECORDED at HUM DEPOT, Nashville, TN RECORDED at DOG DEN, Nashville, TN
ENGINEER: David Thoener ENGINEER: Bill McDermott
MIXED BY: David Thoener at Sound Kitchen, Nashville, TN MIXED BY: Bob Clearmountain at MIX THIS, L.A.
CINDY BULLENS: Vocal, acoustic guitar CINDY BULLENS: Vocals, electric rhythm guitar
BACKING VOCAL: Bonnie Raitt with Beth Nielsen Chapman BACKING VOCAL: Bryan Adams
GEORGE MARINELLI: Electric Guitars GEORGE MARINELLI: Electric guitars
MICHAEL RHODES: Bass DAVID SANTOS: Bass
STEVEN CONN: Hammond B-3, Wurlitzer JEFF LEVINE: Piano & Hammond B-3
GREG MORROW: Drums & Percussion RICK LONOW: Drums
A THOUSAND SHADES OF GREY WATER ON THE MOON
PRODUCED by Cindy Bullens PRODUCED by Rodney Crowell & Cindy Bullens
RECORDED at DOG DEN, Nashville, TN RECORDED at HUM DEPOT, Nashville, TN
ENGINEER: Bill McDermott ENGINEER: Glenn Spinner
MIXED BY: Bob Clearmountain at MIX THIS, L.A. MIXED BY: David Thoener at Sound Kitchen,
Nashville, TN
CINDY BULLENS: Vocals, acoustic & electric guitar CINDY BULLENS: Vocal, acoustic guitar
GEORGE MARINELLI: Electric guitars BACKING VOCAL: Rodney Crowell
DAVID SANTOS: Bass GEORGE MARINELLI: Electric Guitar & Hi-String
MARK T. JORDAN: Keyboards MICHAEL RHODES: Bass
RICK LONOW: Drums STEVEN CONN: Hammond B-3
GREG MORROW: Drums & Percussion
BOXING WITH GOD THE END OF WISHFUL THINKING
PRODUCED by Tony Berg and Cindy Bullens PRODUCED by J. Steven Soles & Cindy Bullens
RECORDED at Zeitgeist, L.A. RECORDED at Twin Palms, Santa Monica, CA
ENGINEER: John Paterno ENGINEER: Larry Hirsch
Additional engineering: Cathy McMackin, Larry Hirsch MIXED by: Bob Clearmountain at MIX THIS, L.A.
MIXED BY: Bob Clearmountain at MIX THIS, L.A. CINDY BULLENS: Vocal & electric guitar
CINDY BULLENS: Vocals, acoustic, electric, solo guitars BACKING VOCAL: Lucinda Williams
& percussion J. STEVEN SOLES: Acoustic Guitar
GEORGE MARINELLI: Electric guitar GEORGE MARINELLI: Mandolin
TONY BERG: Electric guitar BENMONT TENCH: Hammond B-3
JOHN PIERCE: Bass KENNY EDWARDS: Bass
BENMONT TENCH: Hammond B-3 DAVID KEMPER: Drums
DAVID KEMPER: Drums
AS LONG AS YOU LOVE (SCARLET WINGS) BETTER THAN I'VE EVER BEEN
PRODUCED by Tony Berg and Cindy Bullens PRODUCED by Cindy Bullens
RECORDED at Zeitgeist, L.A. RECORDED at HUM DEPOT, Nashville, TN
ENGINEER: John Paterno ENGINEER: Glenn Spinner
Additional engineering: Larry Hirsch, Cathy McMackin, MIXED by David Thoener at Sound Kitchen,
Brian Lee Nashville, TN
MIXED by: Bob Clearmountain at MIX THIS, L.A. CINDY BULLENS: Vocal, acoustic guitar
CINDY BULLENS & REID BULLENS-CREWE: Vocals BACKING VOCALS: Mary Ann Kennedy, Bill Lloyd
CINDY BULLENS: Synthesizer GEORGE MARINELLI: Electric Guitar
BENMONT TENCH: Hammond B-3, piano MICHAEL RHODES: Bass
JOHN PIERCE: Bass STEVEN CONN: Wurlitzer, Hammond B-3
DAVID KEMPER: Drums GREG MORROW: Drums & Percussion
MASTERED BY BOB LUDWIG, Gateway Mastering, Portland, ME
In Memory of Jessie Daniell Bullens-Crewe 1985-1996
Dedicated to bereaved parents, their families, and their angels.
Header Art: Jessie Bullens-Crewe, Lettering: Eric Hopkins, Design: Cindy Bullens, David Wilson, Photo: Lane Berkwit
CD Cover Art: Jessie Bullens-Crewe
CD back cover photo, booklet back cover photo, disc photo, B&W booklet photo: Merri Cyr
LINER NOTES by DAVE MARSH
Somewhere Between Heaven and Earth is a miracle.
That's a big, scary word, but this is big, sometimes scary music.
Calling it a miracleis not hype or exaggeration. It simply describes what Cindy Bullens does on this album inspoored by the life and death of her 11-year-old daughter, Jessie Bullens-Crewe.
Part of the miracle is that Cindy draws so deeply and intensely and relentlessly from that shattering experience, without letting up for one verse of one song. Every image and metaphor here is tailored to convey the experience of Jessie's life and death, or the experience of trying to live on after her, as some mothers inconceivably must. The first miracle of Somewhere Between Heaven and Earth is that it captures all that in only ten songs.
But the other part of that miracle-the more important part, I bet Jessie would say--is how Cindy has chosen to live, and to write and to sing. Against every set of odds, Somewhere Between Heaven and Earth, suffused as it is with grief and pain, is not morbid or depressing. It's exhilarating and triumphant.
Of course, Cindy starts off in the deepest depths of misery but she winds up shouting her lungs out on the mountaintop. In between, she has seen the light at first, only in a thousand shades of grey, then all the beautiful colors of Paris, then the light of God, her great enemy, and benefactor. At the end, "Better Than I've Ever Been" seems not like a hollow boast, but the truth of the matter.
Like Cindy, I am the parent of a child who died of cancer. Kristen Ann Carr was 21 years old, but she went through exactly the same process Jessie did. Her sister, Sasha Carr, has come through for her sister and her Mom in ways that are exactly as beautiful as the way Reid Bullens-Crewe comes through on "As Long As You Love (Scarlet Wings)". Kristen's mother, Barbara Carr, has been tough and resilient and inconsolable as Cindy has. Dan Crewe, Jessie's father, and I surely share many of the same traits.
We have these things in common with millions of other bereaved parents and siblings. All of us, the world over grieve in similar ways and for exactly the same amount of time: the rest of our lives. What none of us has had, until this album, is a voice to spell out how we feel.
If you've never had that experience, count your blessings and do not fear. Somewhere Between Heaven and Earth isnt alien to you. It's the essence of rock n' roll, conveying the same message that has come out of other great voices for fifty years. It ain't no sin to be glad you're alive.
But such grandiose statements aren't worth much 'till they're put to the test, and Cindy Bullens has been tested as few of us ever are. Cindy did not surrender to despair, she didn't give in to the pull of madness, she didn't try to pretend it never happened., and she didn't take it out on the rest of the world. She remembered the lessons that Jessie taught her, and , in her child's spirit, she did the bravest thing she knew how to do: She rose up, looked tragedy in the eye, and turned into art.
It is the art that will sustain a great many people-starting with me-for a very long time. It is the art that is worthy of the way kids like Jessie Bullens-Crewe and Kristin Ann Carr, and so many (too many) others-fought to keep their lives, showing us with every breath how precious life is. If there is a better compliment, it can't be expressed in words.
Thank you, Cindy. Thank you, Jessie.
Dave Marsh
January 1999
THE STORY
(Written in early 1999 before the I pressed up the first 1000 copies of the CD to benefit the Maine Children's Cancer Program and Included in the booklet of the original CD package. The album was then released globally on Artemis/Blue Lobster Records in August of 1999.)
When my daughter Jessie died on March 23, 1996, just weeks after her eleventh birthday, I felt my own life end. I couldn't imagine that I could ever again be a productive human being. That I would ever again write a song, let alone record an entire album, was the furthest thing from my mind. But about four months after her death-still numb with disbelief-I found myself alone with my guitar, aimlessly strumming chords just to hear the comforting sound of the instrument. Without any thought on my part, a song emerged: Somewhere Between Heaven and Earth. I was at once energized and horrified. I was enegized by the making of music which is so much a part of me and horrified by the realization that I had just written a song about the death of my own child. It took some time to reconcile the two feelings. If I were an artist, a painter, a poet, I reasoned, I would be furiously painting away on a canvas--the colors of anguish, despair, and unimaginable loss. Or I would be filling a notebook with words of unending sorrow, grief, and the deepest kind of pain. But I'm not a painter and certainly not a poet. I'm a songwriter, I write simple songs, both musically and lyrically-straight to the point, nothing fancy. So I told myself-when the inspiration strikes-I will write. I had no desire to write songs for exercise or profit. In fact, my only inspiration would be my absolute love for Jessie and the absolute agony of life without her.
Three months after I wrote Somewhere Between Heaven and Earth, I wrote In Better Hands, and three month later, A Thousand Shades of Grey. The latter was in January of 1997 and I knew the next step was to record these three songs. I had never felt any connection with any songs I had ever written before. And though I could not sing any one of them without breaking down into tears-I knew these songs were precious gifts. In March of 1997 I went to Nashville, gathered some of my favorite musician friends, and went into the studio. Thus began the inception of this album, without my knowing it.
Only in July, when I wrote The Lights of Paris, did I consider that maybe someday I would have enough songs about this experience, and that perhaps my expression of grief and love and loss could help others in some way. But it wouldn't be until the fall of 1997 when my friend Beth Nielsen Chapman released her album Sand and Water, recorded after the untimely death of husband, and co-produced by Rodney Crowell, that the idea took shape. It was my (then) husband, Dan Crewe, who encouraged me not to wait for any kind of record deal and "just do it".
In November, Rodney, who I knew and admired as a hugely talented man, agreed to produce two tracks with me, telling me he felt it was something I "had to do". Only ten days after Rodney agreed to work with me, I found myself again in Nashville with four top musicians and veteran engineer David Thoener. We recorded The Lights of Paris and I Gotta Believe In Something, a song I had written in October of 1997 during a bout of severe depression. Rodney's and the musicians' sensitivity to the reason for my recording, brought the songs a quality that I can only describe as-pure. I was deeply moved.
Inspired by those sessions, I got up the nerve to call my old friend Bonnie Raitt to ask if she would sing a harmony on one of those songs. She agreed right away and chose to sing on I Gotta Believe In Something, gracing this album with much more than just her incredible voice. Buoyed by her response. I took a deep breath and called Bryan Adams. Bryan had sung on one of my previous recordings, and I had sung on an early album of his. He answered my call so graciously. He asked me how I was coping (he knew of Jessie's death) and then asked how he could help. I explained what I was doing and he very simply replied "send me the tape." His harmony vocal on the title track Somewhere Between Heaven and Earth is a stirring contribution.
I went to Los Angeles in February of 1998 to work with my long time friend Tony Berg on two more songs that I had written that fall. Because of Tony's manic schedule as a record company executive and record producer, we worked in spurts over the next few months on Boxing With God and As Long As You Love (Scarlet Wings). Again, it was an extraordinary experience of caring, talent, and generosity by everyone involved. While in LA, I met up with another old friend, Steven Soles. Steven and I go way back to the 1970's before he forme The Alpha Band with T-Bone Burnett and David Mansfield. He co-produced the last song I wrote The End of Wishful Thinking. It was a labor of love for everyone. In April of 1998, I recorded two more songs in Nashville, Water On The Moon, with Rodney Crowell, and Better Than I've Ever Been with me alone at the helm.
As the project took shape, it became more and more obvious to me that Jessie's older sister, sixteen year-old Reid, had to be included. She has a lovely young voice and loves to sing and play piano, so I knew it wasn't just a sentimental notion. As my good friend, and brother-in-law Bob Crewe put it--it seemed extremely important and necessary. It was a matter of finding the right spot.
I was having a very difficult time putting the lead vocal to As Long As You Love (Scarlet Wings). It's the hardest song to sing emotionally. I just could not fine the balance between true emotion and vocal quality. As I was driving one day at home in Maine, listening to the tape of my latest attempt, it hit me that maybe I wasn't supposed to sing the whole song. Reid could sing the chorus (Jessie's part). It was perfect. It would be stunning. So I asked her if she would do it.
With a typical teenage reaction, she shrugged her shoulders and said "sure". A few weeks later when she ended her school year, I recorded Reid's vocal in Portland, Maine thanks to my friend Bob Ludwig and his staff at Gateway Mastering. (Bob later mastered the album, squeezing me into his schedule just before Christmas, giving these songs the final loving touch.)
I traveled from Nashville to LA to New York, tapes in hand, putting on the final overdubs with the musicians I wanted. Beth Nielsen Chapman added her voice. My dear friend David Mansfield played a violin solo. World re-nowned musicians Benmont Tench, George Marinelli, Jeff Levine, Maryann Kennedy and Bill Lloyd--everyone made time to contribute. Even in early October of 1998, after having mixed most of the tracks and thinking I had used up my quota of guest artists, Lucinda Williams appeared in Los Angeles while touring. I was in LA to mix the Tony Berg tracks with master mixer Bob Clearmountain (Bob had already mixed four previous tracks). I would also finish up in LA with Steven Soles. Lucinda just happened to return a call I had made to her weeks before. I asked if she would sing. She very kindly fit me into her heavy schedule and sang a beautiful harmony on The End of Wishful Thinking. And so, this project continued to have a life and spirit of its own. I returned home to Maine not knowing if anyone would ever hear these songs, but understanding that it really didn't matter.
I know this is an emotional statement, but I will make it: If I never write another song, if I never do another thing in music. this is my legacy.
My little Jessie, my own personal angel, has inspired the best music I feel I may ever make. And that's just fine. I would trade it all for one more hug, or the sound of her laughter, but that is not to be. I have learned from my own grief and from those who have suffered tragedy before me. There are only two choices for those of us who are left behind: live or die--physically or figuratively. Today I choose to live, inspired by the joy of living that my little red-headed spit fire imbued in every moment she was here on earth. These songs are from me and for me, but if they touch anyone who has experienced profound loss, I am grateful. May we all find some peace in the simple beauty of art, music, and nature. I cannot even begin to express how important the kindness of others has been to me. The experience of doing this project was extraordinary. I was given an incredible gift. As one observer put it--I was surrounded by a circle of friends--loved and nurtured and encouraged. I am truly grateful.
LYRICS
IN BETTER HANDS
I had a dream that I was falling
You came to rescue me
You must have heard me calling
Through my fitful sleep
You know I wish I could be grateful
Instead of full of fear
The kind of love that you gave me
I can't replace with tears
And though I'll never feel that love again-never again
Well I can take some kind of comfort in
Knowing your in better hands, in better hands
In better hands, in better hands
I had a dream about a fire
Burning out of control
There was no way for me to stop
Till it burned through my soul
There were a hundred people watching
As the night raged on
And everyone of us stood helpless
Through that bitter dawn
But oh the sky is in your shoes tonight
You can finally fly
All I can do is trust that you're all right
Knowing you're in better hands, in better hands
In better hands, in better hands
And though I'll never feel that love again, never again
Well, I can take some kind of comfort in
Knowing you're in better hands, in better hands
In better hands, in better hands...
Written by Cindy Bullens ©1999 Mommy's Geetar Music/BMI
THE LIGHTS OF PARIS
It was magnificent
A city like I'd never seen
The sense of history
Was deeper than I could dream
I walked down those tiny streets
And the big, beautiful boulevards
With every step, I thought of you
But I could not stop the pain in my heart
And even the lights of Paris
Can never shine as bright
As the fire in your hair of red
And the magic in your eyes
And I will never forget it
Still it's you I'm thinking of
Cause even the lights of Paris
Can't outshine your love
Everywhere a masterpiece
I could not see them all
I saw the Mona Lisa though
It's amazing, she's so small
I stood in a room full of Vincent Van Goghs
I could not tear myself away
Struck by light and color
Pure genius on display
And even the art of Paris
Somewhere has to have a price
Unlike the fire in your hair of red
And the passion in your eyes
And though I'll never forget it
It's still you I'm dreaming of
Cause even the lights of Paris
Can't outshine your love
Even the lights of Paris
Can never shine as bright
As the fire in your hair of red
And the passion in your eyes
And if I could stay there forever
It would never be enough
Cause even the lights of Paris
Can't outshine your love
No, even the lights of Paris
Can't outshine your love
Written by Cindy Bullens ©1999 Mommy's Geetar Music/BMI
I GOTTA BELIEVE IN SOMETHING
I can't figure it out as if I ever could
Everything I planned didn't work out like I thought it would
I've had my share of tragedy
I've felt the darkness cover me
Til I can't see
But I gotta believe in somethin'
I gotta believe in somethin'
That there's just plain nothin'
Don't sit right with me
I gotta hold on to somethin'
Gotta hold on to somethin'
Even if it's nothin' but a little dream
Some days just breathing is all that I can do
And I curse the disappearance of everything I knew
There's only so many tears I can cry
I need to point my soul to the light
So I can see
And I gotta believe in somethin'
I gotta believe in somethin'
That there's just plain nothin'
Don't seem right to me
I gotta hold on to somethin'
I gotta hold on to somethin'
I can't live with nothin' to believe
I can't figure it out as if I ever could
Everything I planned didn't work out like I thought it would
I've had my share of tragedy
I've felt the darkness cover me
Til I can't see
But I gotta believe in somethin'
I gotta believe in somethin'
That there's just plain nothin'
Don't sit right with me
I gotta hold on to somethin'
Gotta hold on to somethin'
Even if it's nothin' but a little dream
I gotta believe in somethin'
I gotta believe in somethin'
I can't live with nothin' to believe
Written by Cindy Bullens ©1999 Mommy's Geetar Music/BMI
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH
I curse the night I watched you slip away
Wouldn't have done no good to beg you to stay
You were here beside me and now you're gone
I'm just tryin' hard to carry on
But there's no rhythm in the rain
There's no magic in the moon
There's no power in this pain
Till somewhere between heaven and earth
I can find you again
Hearts are broken and dreams are lost
But I made a promise to love at any cost
Little did I know the price was so high
Losing forever in the blink of an eye
There's no rhythm in the rain
There's no wishes in the stars
There's no power in this pain
Till somewhere between heaven and earth
I can hold you again
If I could one more time
Feel your hand in mine
Hear your voice call my name
Whisper sweet goodnight
Then there'd be rhythm in the rain
There'd be magic in the moon
No such thing as love in vain
And somewhere between heaven and earth
You'd be with me again
And I could see you again
And I could hold you again, my baby
Somewhere between heaven and earth
Somewhere between heaven and earth
Somewhere between heaven and earth
I will see you again
Written by Cindy Bullens ©1999 Mommy's Geetar Music/BMI
A THOUSAND SHADES OF GREY
I sat down by the water
A cold wind in my face
The ground still hard with winter
Of Spring there was no trace
I swear I saw a blazing light
Ascending from the shore
With a color so familiar
I had seen this light before
Oh the nights seem endless
Like there never was a sun
With a still, pervading darkness
Of all you left undone
But there must be some great reward
For lasting out each day
For having to replace your love
With a thousand shades of grey
Oh can you hear me?
If I shout out loud above the raging sea
And oh can you see me?
If I stay here long enough will you come to me?
Will you come to me?
Well, you never kept your distance
You always told the truth
If there are such things as angels
Then you're my living proof
But now you live on higher ground
And I have lost my way
Well, I'd settle for your shadow
For my thousand shades of grey
Oh can you hear me?
If I shout out loud above the raging sea
And oh will you know me?
When winter finally frees my soul
And lets you come for me
And lets you come for me
A thousand shades of grey
A thousand shades of grey
And so unlike the seasons
My love will never change
But I've lost your summer laughter
To a thousand shades of grey...
Written by Cindy Bullens ©1999 Mommy's Geetar Music/BMI
WATER ON THE MOON
I watch the news on tv
The new breakthroughs in technology
Can you find your way back?
Will you find your way back?
If they find water on the moon
If they discover life of mars
Does it mean you'll be home soon?
Can I hold you in my arms?
I used to believe in miracles
There was a time when I could be
So inspired by life's mystery
Can I find my way back?
Will I find my way back?
If they find water on the moon
If they discover life of mars
Does it mean you'll be home soon?
Can I hold you in my arms?
I want to believe in miracles
Oh I know you're somewhere
Somewhere out there
If I could go I'd be there
I would be there
If they find water on the moon
If they discover life of mars
Does it mean you'll be home soon?
Can I hold you in my arms?
I want to believe in miracles
I need to believe in miracles
Written by Cindy Bullens ©1999 Mommy's Geetar Music/BMI
BOXING WITH GOD
My father stays in his room in South Carolina
He once was a mighty man
My mother feels the fear rise up inside her
She thinks it's the beginning of the end
He's boxing with God
He's showing all his stuff
And it may not be enough
But he's a fighter
He's boxing with God
He's goin' round for round
And he might be slowing down
But he's no quitter
My youngest child is now an angel
She lived her whole life in eleven years
I've never known anyone who was braver
I can't believe she's gone, but she is
She's boxing with God
She's showing all her stuff
And it wasn't quite enough
But she's a fighter
She's boxing with God
And it's all in the plan
I'll never understand
But it don't matter
I get in my car and drive to New York City
I'm trying to lose myself on some highway
A mile for every teardrop that has fallen
I hope there's something there to ease my pain
I'm boxing with God
I'm showing all my stuff
And it's probably not enough
But I'm a fighter
I'm boxing with God
And I swear I see his face
Then He's gone without a trace
But I surrender
I'm boxing with God
I'm going round for round
And I might be goin' down
But I'm no quitter
Written by Cindy Bullens ©1999 Mommy's Geetar Music/BMI
THE END OF WISHFUL THINKING
Just outside of Baltimore, north on 95
Headed for New England trying not to close my eyes
I could pull right over and give myself a rest
But sleep's just one more stranger that I've added to my list
And it' too early in the morning
And too late in my life
To write a different story
To hope for different lines
And I guess it's finally hit me
What forever really means
That no amount of dreaming's
Gonna bring you back to me
And it's the end of wishful thinking
I've become some kind of vagabond I can not stay at home
It's hard to be with people and it' hard to be alone
So I just keep on drivin', searching for a clue
But I know I'll never find you no matter what I do
And it' too early in the morning
And too late in my life
To write a different story
To hope for different lines
And I guess it's finally hit me
What forever really means
That no amount of dreaming's
Gonna bring you back to me
And it's the end of wishful thinking...
Yesterday when I was leaving Tennessee
The sweetest little red bird came to say goodbye to me
And oh it made me smile for maybe it is true
That the end of wishful thinking will lead me back to you
And it' too early in the morning
And too late in my life
To write a different story
To hope for different lines
And I guess it's finally hit me
What forever really means
That no amount of dreaming's
Gonna bring you back to me
And it's the end of wishful thinking...
Written by Cindy Bullens ©1999 Mommy's Geetar Music/BMI
AS LONG AS YOU LOVE (SCARLET WINGS)
Time has a different meaning now
Since you found your scarlet wings
Forever seems like yesterday
But only angels know these things
I can hear your voice some times at night
And it echoes through the day
When my soul cries out from missing you
I remember what you say
As long as you love
You will see me in the stars
As you look up at the stars
I will be there
As long as you love
I will whisper in your ear
Little whispers you will hear
As long as you love
As long as you love
You are standing here beside me now
As I watch the children play
To those of us you left behind
You are never far away
Even Heaven can not hold your heart
For no boundaries love allows
So little angel spread those scarlet wings
As you whisper to me now
As long as you love
You will feel me in the sun
In the warming of the sun
I will be there
As long as you love
You will understand the rain
You must bless the falling rain
As long as you love
As long as you love
As long as you love
You will see me in the stars
As you look up at the stars
I will be there
As long as you love
I will whisper in your ear
Little whispers you will hear
As long as you love
As long as you love
Written by Cindy Bullens ©1999 Mommy's Geetar Music/BMI
BETTER THAN I'VE EVER BEEN
There's been a lot of things said about me
Since that awful day
I'm not the person that I used to be
And that I'll never be the same
Well that's true no doubt
But I know more now what life is about
And I
Laugh louder, cry harder
I take less time to make up my mind
And I think smarter, go slower
I know what I want and what I don't
I'll be better than I've ever been
Maybe I'll be better than I've ever been
If someone told me twenty years ago
That this would be my life
I'd lose the greatest gift that love can show
I'd have said "No, I won't survive!"
But don't count me out
Some times I'm stronger than I've ever felt
And I
Laugh louder, cry harder
I take less time to make up my mind
And I think smarter, go slower
I know what I want and what I don't
I'll be better than I've ever been
Maybe I'll be better than I've ever been
There's a curious freedom rising up from the dark
Some kind of strength I've never had
Though I'd trade it in a second just to have you back
I gotta try to make some good out of the bad
So I
Laugh louder, cry harder
I take less time to make up my mind
And I think smarter, love deeper
I know what I want and what I don't
I'll be better than I've ever been
Better than I've ever been
Yeah, maybe I'll laugh, maybe I'll cry
I'll cry for you baby
I'll laugh for you baby
I'll live for you my baby
Written by Cindy Bullens ©1999 Mommy's Geetar Music/BMI