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Tuesday, March 27, 2007

I wonder why Michael is singing by himself in the next room

Don't quite know why I'm here
Just woke up this morning and found myself hearing your name
And it happened like some of the time
When it feels like I'm stuck in a snowstorm in my mind again

I know that you're proud of me, I'm sure that you know
How hard it is, baby, just letting go
I ain't getting any bolder, even as I'm getting older
It still takes these little moments pulling over
Onto the shoulder

Will I ever forget you? I think not.
Cause you're my inspiration, don't ever stop speaking to me
And once I get over my crying
It's a joy to realize that I'm lucky I got your smile forever in my mind

I know that you're proud of me, I'm sure that you see
How hard it is, baby, to remember to breathe
I ain't getting any better, at driving in this weather
And it still takes these little moments pulling over
Onto the shoulder

Well most of the time, I have every reason to live
And I can't thank enough, the Father above for the love that I've still got to give
I'm coming to grips with the things that I miss
And I realize I'm blessed that He loved me enough
To loan you at all

And I know that you're proud of me, I'm sure you remember
How hard it is being alone in December
And I know that you're proud of me, I'm sure you still see
How hard it is, baby, to keep my heart singing
I'm learning it slowly, but honey, you know me
It still takes these little moments pulling over
Onto the shoulder

--Pulling Over Onto The Shoulder (c) 2007 N. Hagen Yitmas

7 comments:

Anonymous nina said...

That's what he was singing?

3/27/2007 10:51 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

No.
I think he was free styling.

3/28/2007 9:13 AM  
Blogger masa said...

is that something mike wrote?

3/28/2007 12:57 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

No.
It's by Nancy Hagen Yitmas.
You don't know who that is, do ya.

3/28/2007 1:33 PM  
Blogger masa said...

Yeah I do... it's Nancy!!! You know, Mr.Yitmas' daughter! ...sigh.

3/28/2007 3:22 PM  
Blogger Florence said...

yeah.
that's the one.

3/28/2007 9:48 PM  
Blogger Joan said...

WAAAAAAAH!!!!! MIKE........ I miss him more then yakisoba!

4/03/2007 1:41 PM  

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