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UP HILL
DAVE THE POET

I think I might, Hope I will
Loving you, Is like the wind, Trying to blow uphill
Get your surfboard, Catch a tidal wave
Beautiful and deadly, Rumbling passion and rage
In the middle of the storm, You want to play
Lightning and thunder, Knows just what to say
Below the depths, I’ve looked in your eyes
Forecast says, Sunny skies
Stay as long as you want, Leave when you will
Loving you, Is like the wind, Trying to blow uphill

Midnight, Cheshire, Or full moon
Doesn’t care, December or June
Just thinking about, That smiling face
Break the vows, Of an Angel’s heavenly grace
The leaves, That manage to hang on
Are more beautiful, When the storm is gone
Finding warmth, In the Winters chill
Loving you, Is like the wind, Trying to blow uphill

If you ever decide, To settle down
Become a rodeo, In a one-horse town
Making waves, Rattling the trees
I like it best, Just you and me
The one thing, I know for certain
Pay no attention, To the man behind the curtain
I think I’m right, Hoping you will
Loving you, Is like the wind, Trying to blow uphill