The Ground
--words and music by Michael Stanley

There's rumors of angels tonight
  But I'm not quite sure what to believe
And if God's in His heaven
  How come all's not right with the world...
And these questions can crush you
  And kill all your spirit
And drop you straight down to your knees
  Where you find yourself hiding behind all
Those flags left unfurled

	Ah, take nothing for granted hold everything dear
	  But some things are certain and perfectly clear...

	     Soldiers leave their blood
	       Lovers leave their hearts
	     Scholars leave their wisdom
	       And poets leave their art
	     We all leave something every time
	       We try and take the ground...

	     Some leave their innocence
	       Others leave their soul
	     Some try when they're younger
	       Some not till they're old
	     We all leave something every time
	       We try and take the ground...

And how many lines can they move now
  Till anyone knows where to stand
And how many songs does it take
  Till you find your voice...
And we've all been blindsided by
  Worlds that collided
Now nothing's according to plan
  And what you do know is clearly
A matter of choice...

	Ah, take nothing for granted hold everything dear
	  But some things are certain and perfectly clear...

	     Soldiers leave their blood
	       Lovers leave their hearts
	     Scholars leave their wisdom
	       And poets leave their art
	     We all leave something every time
	       We try and take the ground...

	     Some leave their innocence
	       Others leave their soul
	     Some try when they're younger
	       Some not till they're old
	     We all leave something every time
	       We try and take the ground...

Oh and, there are those who can get away clean
   They're the ones who don't even try
They're the ones who believe that there
   Ain't much more
Then gettin' out of here alive...yeah...

	     Soldiers leave their blood
	       Lovers leave their hearts
	     Scholars leave their wisdom
	       And poets leave their art
	     We all leave something every time
	       We try and take the ground...

	     Some leave their innocence
	       Others leave their soul
	     Some try when they're younger
	       Some not till they're old
	     We all leave something every time
	       We try and take the ground...

	          We all leave something every time
	          We try and take the ground...

	          And we all leave something every time
	          We try and take the ground...

	          And we all leave something every time
	          We try and take the ground...






MICHAEL STANLEY: LEAD & BACKING VOCALS / ACOUSTIC & ELECTRIC GUITARS / BASS
BOB PELANDER: PIANO / ORGAN
RODNEY PSYKA: PERCUSSION
JENNIFER LEE: VOCALS