RIDING HIGH

c1999 Raphael Giglio

So they say, we're the lucky ones. Young and single, Wild and free,

But they don't know how lonesome I become when I come home to only me.

I've had my share of pain and sorrow, and lonely nights that never end.

But that's all gone, I hope forever, but still sometimes I need a friend.

I may be riding high on joy and triumph on one day, down and out the next day

But God knows how I feel.

And it's a pretty good time to receive what I've anticipated,

He knows how long I've waited, to find a love so real.

But years go by, and nothing changes. Same old story, same old scene.

And you flip through Months on your calendar, like flipping pages in a magazine.

So take a look, deep inside of you, through the window of your eyes.

Explore your soul, release your spirit, find a fire that never dies.

You may be riding high on joy and triumph on one day down and out the next day.

God knows how you feel. And it's a pretty good time to receive what you've anticipated,

He knows how long you've waited, to find a love so real.

But you compare yourself to someone else and you feel you've been left out,

Of the fun and fortune and love and laughter you think life's all about.

And your life is like an emotional roller-coaster up and down.

You begin to see a pattern forming the second time around.

I may be riding high on joy and triumph on one day down and out the next day

But God knows how I feel. And it's a pretty good time to receive what I've anticipated,

He knows how long I've waited, to find a love so real.