February 2006

• Matthew West (Word Music, LLC / Westies Music Publishing, admin. by Word Music, LLC [ASCAP]
• Ken Lewis (drums, percussion); Mark Hill (bass); Kenny Greenberg (acoustic & electric guitars); Tim Lauer (keyboards & piano); Vicki Hampton, Bob Bailey, Kim Flemming, & Matthew West (background vocals); Matthew West (vocals)

I just can’t take it anymore
Your tricks have fooled me for the last time
You know I’ve had it up to here
With teh way you bring me down, down
You’re wreaking havok on my world
You’re calling question to my sanity
But I’m not gonna let you get the best of me
Not anymore, anymore

So here I go, watch me run
A million miles under the sun
That’s what I’ll do if that’s what it takes
To get away

I gotta get away
I gotta get away
I gotta get away
I gotta get away

You try to steal away our kids
You try to tear apart our families
You bring your lies into our towns
And watch our morals tumble down
We are a city on the edge
We are a world that needs a remedy
But we’re still the nation under God
And it’s time to take a stand

We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away
We gotta get away

Give us Your strength to run from evil
Lord, lead the way
Lead us into a better day
Give us hope
Give us faith
Help us, oh Lord, to get away
Here I go
Watch me run
A million miles under the sun
That’s what I’ll do
If that’s what it takes
To get away

• Matthew West & Kenny Greenberg (Word Music, LLC / Westies Music Publishing, admin. by Word Music, LLC [ASCAP] / Greenberg Music, admin. by Bug [BMI])
• Chris McHugh & Ken Lewis (drums & percussion); Mark Hill (bass); Kenny Greenberg (acoustic & electric guitar); Matthew West (lead & background vocals, acoustic guitar); Tim Lauer (piano & keyboards); John Catchings (cello)

There is no guilt here
There is no shame
No pointing fingers
There is no blame
What happened yesterday has disappeared
The dirt has washed away
And now it’s clear

There’s only grace
There’s only love
There’s only mercy
And believe me it’s enough
Your sins are gone
Without a trace
There’s nothing left now
There’s only grace

You’re starting over now
Under the sun
You’re stepping forward now
A new life has begun
Your new life has begun

And if you should fall again
Get back up, get back up
Reach out and take my hand
Get back up, get back up
Get back up again

• Matthew West & Sam Mizell (Word Music, LLC / Westies Music Publishing, admin. by Word Music, LLC / BMG Songs, Inc., admin. by BMG Music Publishing, Inc. [ASCAP])
• Ken Lewis (drums & percussion); Mark Hill (bass); Mike Payne & Kenny Greenberg (acoustic & electric guitar); Sam Mizell (programming); Matthew West (lead & background vocals)

I remember when I was thirteen
I saw a picture on my TV screen
The Reverend Billy Graham and the people singing “Just as I Am”
And it felt like You were talking to me
And the whole world seemed to fade away
Until I heard my mother say
“Son, are you okay?
Do you wanna pray?”
And that became the hour I first believed

Next thing you know
I’m high and flyin’
Next thing you know
My heart is in Your hands
Next thing you know
There’s no denyin’
Next thing you know I’m a brand new man

Well, I wish I could say I always stayed right there
And I did until my freshman year
But the world was pulling me a long way from thirteen
And You were calling but I didn’t hear
Still I knew there was something more
So, one day my knees hit the dorm room floor
I said, “If You’re there, and if You really care
Come and talk to me like I was thirteen”

Got a picture in my head today of how Heaven might look someday
I see the people there, so I pull up a chair
And their stories, they blow me away
‘Cause I can see it on every face
The evidence of grace
And as I listen it occurs to me
Everybody’s got their own thirteen

So what’s your story about His glory?
You gotta find your place in the history of grace
Yeah, what’s your story about His glory?
Come on and find your place

• Matthew West (Word Music, LLC / Westies Music Publishing, admin. by Word Music, LLC [ASCAP])
• Chris McHugh (drums); Mark Hill (bass); B. James Lowry (acoustic guitar); Kenny Greenberg (acoustic & electric guitar); Tim Lauer (piano, keyboards, & string arrangement); Matthew West (vocals; string arrangement, background vocals); Eric Darken (percussion); Mike Casteel (copyist); Kris Wilkinson, David Davidson, David Angell, Monisa Angell, & Pam Sixfin (string section); Sam Mizell, Joel West, & Jason Houser (background vocals)

It’s been a bad day
You’ve been looking back
And all you can see is everything you wish you could take back
All your mistakes
A world of regrets
All of those moments you would rather forget
I know it’s hard to believe
Let me refresh your memory

Yesterday is history
And history is miles away
So, leave it all behind you
But let it always remind you of the day
The day that love made history

You know you can’t stay right where you fell
The hardest part is forgiving yourself
But let’s take a walk into today
And don’t let your past get in the way

Would you believe that you are history in the making, in the making?
Every choice that you are making
Every step that you are taking
Every chain that you are breaking
History is in the making
Every word that you are saying
Every prayer that you praying
Every chain that you are breaking
History is in the making
History is in the making
History is in the making

• Adam McKenzie & Chris Thile (Southern Melody Pub. Co. [BMI])
• Chris Thile (mandolin, lead vocals); Sara Watkins (violin); Sean Watkins (guitar, harmony vocals); Scott Thile (acoustic bass)

I am a lighthouse
Worn by the weather and the waves
I keep my lamp lit
To warn the sailors on their way
I’d tell a story
Paint you a picture from my past
I was so happy
But joy in this life seldom lasts

I had a keeper
He helped me warn the ships at sea
We had grown closer
‘Til his joy meant everything to me
He was to marry
A girl who shown with beauty and light
They loved each other
And with me watched the sunsets into night

And the waves crashing around me
The sand slipping out to sea
And the winds that blow remind me
Of what has been and what can never be

She had to leave us
My keeper, he prayed for a safe return
But when the night came
The weather to a raging storm had turned
He watched her ship fight
But in vain against the wild and terrible wind
In me so helpless
As dashed against the rocks she met her end

Then on the next day
My keeper found her washed up on the shore
He kissed her cold face
And that they’d be together soon he swore
I saw him crying
Watched as he buried her in the sand
Then he climbed my tower
And off the edge of me he ran

I am a lighthouse
Worn by the weather and the waves
And though I’m empty
I still worn the sailors on their way

• Sinéad Lohan (Sinéad Lohan Music)
• Chris Thile (mandolin, bouzouki, harmony vocals); Sara Watkins (violin, strings, lead vocals); Sean Watkins (guitar, harmony vocals); Scott Thile (acoustic bass)

I wish you out of the woods
And into the picture with me
I wish you over the moon
Come out of the question and be

If this is going to
Run around in my head
I might as well be dreaming
Run round in my head

I rollercoaster for you
Time out of mind
Must be heavenly
It’s all enchanted and wild
It’s just like my heart said
It was going to be

• Sean Watkins & David Puckett (Southern Melody Pub. Co. [BMI])
• Chris Thile (mandolin, harmony vocals); Sara Watkins (fiddle, lead vocals); Sean Watkins (guitar, harmony vocals); Scott Thile (acoustic bass)

Where am I today? I wish that I knew
‘Cause looking around there’s no sign of you
I don’t remember one jump or one leap
Just quiet steps away from your lead

I’m holding my heart out and clutching it too
Feeling this sort of a love that we once knew
I’m calling this home when it’s not even close
Playing the role of nerves left exposed

And standing on a darkened stage
Stumbling through the lines
Others have excuses
But I have my reasons why

We get distracted by teh dreams of our own
But nobody’s happy while feeling alone
And knowing how hard it hurts when we fall
We lean another ladder against the wrong wall

And climb high to the highest rung
To shake fists at the sky
While others have excuses
I have my reasons why

With so much deception it’s hard not to wander away
It’s hard not to wander away, it’s hard not to wander

• Tim O’Brien & Danny O’Keefe (Forerunner Music Group)
• Chris Thile (mandolin, lead vocals); Sara Watkins (fiddle, harmony vocals); Sean Watkins (guitar, harmony vocals); Scott Thile (acoustic & electric upright bass)

You got to leave me now, you got to go alone
You got to chase the dream, one that’s all your own
Before it slips away
When you’re flyin’ high, take my heart along
I’ll be the harmony to every lonely song
That you learn to play

When you’re soarin’ through the air
I’ll be your solid ground
Take every chance you dare
I’ll still be there when you come back down
When you come back down

I’ll keep lookin’ up, awaitin’ your return
My greatest fear will be that you will crash and burn
And I won’t feel your fire
I’ll be the other hand that always holds the line
Connecting in between your sweet heart and mine
I’m strung out on that wire

I’ll be on the other hand
To hear you when you call
Angel, you were born to fly
If you get too high I’ll catch you when you fall
I’ll catch you when y ou fall

Your memory’s the sunshine every new day brings
I know the sky is calling
Angel, let me help you with your wings

Take every chance you dare
I’ll still be there when you come back down
When you come back down

• Track 7 of Nickel Creek’s Nickel Creek
• Words by Robert Burns
• Music by Chris Thile

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
Flow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise
My Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream

Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro’ the glen
Oh, ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forebear
Oh, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair

Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills
Far mark’d with the courses of clear winding rills
There daily I wander as noon rises high
Oh, my flocks and my Mary’s sweet cot in my eye

How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow
There oft as mild ev’ning sweeps over the lea
The sweet scented birk shades my Mary and me

Oh, thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave
As gathering sweet flow’rets she stems thy clear wave

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays
My Mary’s asleep by the murmuring stream
So, flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream