Mary Chapin Carpenter Almost Home

I saw my life this morning

Lying at the bottom of a drawer

All this stuff I’m saving

God knows what this junk is for

And whatever I believed in

This is all I have to show

What the hell were all reasons

For holding on for such dear life

Here’s where I let go

I’m not running

I’m not hiding

I’m not reaching

I’m just resting in the arms of the great wide open

Gonna pull my soul in

And I’m almost home

I saw you this morning

You were looking straight at me

From an ancient photograph

Stuck between letters and some keys

I was lost just for a moment

In the ache of old goodbyes

Sometimes all that we can know is

There’s no such thing as no regrets

Baby it’s all right

I’m not running

I’m not hiding

I’m not reaching

I’m just resting in the arms of the great wide open

Gonna pull my soul in

And I’m almost home

There’s no such thing as no regrets

But baby it’s alright

I’m not running

I’m not hiding

I’m not reaching

I’m just resting in the arms of the great wide open

Gonna pull my soul in

And I’m almost home

Mary Chapin Carpenter A Keeper For Every Flame

She says it’s been so long, she can’t remember when

The mention of his name didn’t make her feel again

That everything is possible and every day a brand new start

Yeah, love’s something powerful when it finds a willing heart

Sometimes it’s a fire burning out of control

Sometimes it’s a candle burning long and low

All these years she never let it go

There’s a keeper for every flame

There is someone in his past that he hasn’t gotten over yet

Each day’s like the last, he just misses what he can’t forget

It’s just an empty space where something used to be

Now he guards the gate, but he’s lost the key

So no one enters, but no one leaves

There’s a keeper for every flame

Thought my heart had broken, but it was just a little bruised

I thought love had spoken, I guess I was just confused

Sometimes we were a fire burning out of control

Sometimes we were nothing but a candle glow

But it never died, baby, how I know

There’s a keeper for every flame

Mary Chapin Carpenter 10,000 Miles

Fare thee well

My own true love

Farewell for a while

I’m going away

But I’ll be back

Though I go 10,000 miles

10,000 miles

My own true love

10,000 miles or more

The rocks may melt

And the seas may burn

If I should not return

Oh don’t you see

That lonesome dove

Sitting on an ivy tree

She’s weeping for

Her own true love

As I shall weep for mine

Oh come ye back

My own true love

And stay a while with me

If I had a friend

All on this earth

You’ve been a friend to me

Mary Chapin Carpenter A Lot Like Me

He was a long tall stranger from way down south where he’d left his life behind

He had a big old Gibson and a pickup truck and Shenandoah eyes

And I remember him sitting in that local bar where I earned my pay each night

Singing my songs to empty chairs and going home half tight

So the nights rolled by like headlights shining on a lonesome strip of tar

I kept his words of kindness close to me like a pick on my guitar; And we

Talked about the singers and the songs we loved and the songs we’d most forgot

In that run-down bar they’d make last call and I’d never want to stop

‘Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl’s dreams

With my cowboy boots and my old six-string

Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars

When I’d get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine

Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a helluva lot like me

He’d played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free

No fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he’d sing

But you do what you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mind

So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time

So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or two

And we sit swapping tales of where we’ve been and what we’d rather do

There’s a wealth of danger when you’re talking to strangers, and I meet them all the time

But my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes

‘Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl’s dreams with my cowboy boots and my old six-string

Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars

When I’d get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine

Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me

Well, maybe I’ll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my own

But tonight there ain’t nobody there waiting up for me at home

It’s a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you’re bound

But the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I’d found

‘Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl’s dreams with my cowboy boots and my old six-string

Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars

When I’d get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine

Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me

Like the star that he’d always be, he looked a hell of a lot like me