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"It's Alright"

Written by Emily Saliers of the Indigo Girls
It’s alright,
Forty days of rain.
My skin stretched out from the growing pain.
It's be nice to have an explanation,
But it's alright.
And it's alright if you hate that way,
Hate me 'cause I'm different,
Hate me 'cause I'm gay.
Truth of the matter come around one day,
So it's alright.
I look at this lifeline stretched way all across my hand,
I look at the burned out,
Empty like a plague across the land.
And for everything I learn,
There are two I don't understand.
That's why I'm still on a search through the weather strewn church.
I'm doing the best I can,
And it's alright.
And it's alright though we worry and fuss,
We can't get over the hump or get over us.
It seems easier to push,
Than to let go and trust,
But it's alright.
When we get a little distance,
Some things get clearer.
Give 'em the space,
Our hearts grow nearer.
I ran as hard as I could,
And still ended up here,
But it's alright.
I looked at this lifeline,
Stretched way all across my hand.
I look at the fires of hatred burning,
Up the bounty of this beautiful land.
I know I'm small in a way,
But I know I'm strong.
And it's my thirst that brought me to the water,
When I give up,
She carries me on and it's alright.
Yeah, it's alright,
And it's alright though I feel afraid.
My plans in pieces,
My plans mislaid.
It's the will of the way,
The will of the way,
The will of the only way,
That could have brought; me here today,
And it's alright.

"Come to My Window" by: Melissa Etheridge
I would dial the numbers just to listen to your breath.
I would stand inside my Hell and hold the hand of Death.
You don't know how I'd go, to ease this precious ache.
You don't know how much I'd give or how much I can take.

"Silent Legacy" by: Melissa Etheridge

Why did you steal the matches,
from the one-room motel?
Once they gave you answers,
now they give you Hell.
They will never understand,
they wonder where did they go wrong.
How could you be so selfish,
why can't you get along?
CHORUS:
And as you pray in your darkness,
for wings to set you free,
you are bound to your silent legacy.
You've seen it in the movies,
and you've heard it on the street.
Craving the affection,
Your blood is full of heat.
They don't listen to your reasons,
as original as sin.
Deny all that you feel,
and they will bring you home again.
CHORUS:
Your body is alive,
but no one told you what you'd feel.
The empty aching hours,
Trying to conceal.
The natural progression,
is the coming of your age.
But they cover it with shame,
And turn it into rage.
CHORUS:
Your are digging for the answers,
until your fingers bleed.
To satisfy the hunger,
to satiate the need.
They feed you on the guilt,
to keep you humble keep you low.
Some nam and myth they made up,
A thousand years ago.
CHORUS:
Mothers tell you children,
be quick you must be strong.
Life is full of wonder,
Love is never wrong.
Remember how they thought you,
how much of it was fear.
Refuse to hand it down,
the legacy stops here.

"Back 2 Good" by: Rob Thomas of Matchbox 20
It's nothing, it's so normal,
You just stand there,
I could say so much,
But I don't go there 'cause I don't want to,
I was thinking if you were lonely,
Maybe we could leave here and no one would know,
At least not to the point that we would think so.

Everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking about somebody else,
It's best if we all keep it under our heads,
I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do,
But I'm lonely now, and I don't know how,
To get it back to good.

This don't mean that,
That you own me,
This ain't no good, in fact it's phony as Hell,
But things worked out just like you wanted to,
If you see me out, you don't know me
Try to turn you head, try to give me some room,
To figure out just what I'm going to do.

'Cause every here, hates everyone here for doing just like they do,
It's best if we all keep this quiet instead,
And I couldn't tell, why everyone here was doing me like they do,
But I'm sorry now, and I don't know how,
To get it back to good.

Everyone here, is wondering what it's like to be with somebody else,
Everyone here's to blame,
Everyone here gets caught in the pleasure of the pain,
Everyone hides shades of shame,
But looking inside we're the same,
We're the same,
And we're all grown now,
But we don't know how,
To get it back to good.

Everyone here, knows everyone here is thinking 'bout somebody else,
It's best if we all keep this under our heads,
I couldn't tell, if anyone here was feeling the way I do,
But it's over now, and I don't know how,
It's over now, there's no getting back to good.

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