Spinning in Time

Chris Kovacs ©2009

Where do I start?
Where do I go?
I’m falling apart,
As time’s spinning slow,
Lost on this wheel,
Head over heals,

Is it mathematic,
Or chemicals igniting?
These thoughts and these feelings,
I have to keep fighting,
Spinning in time,
Out of my mind,

Grabbing the Earth,
In fear I’ll fall off,
Fly to the flame,
Like a foolhardy moth,
So hard to breathe,
So hard to leave,

My mind doesn't help,
My heart doesn't mind,
The criminal inside,
Is looking to find,
Something to steal,
Something for real,

I'll Never See It The Same Way Again

Chris Kovacs ©2005

I saw the clouds tonight moving across the midnight sky,
I’d like to shake that feeling but as much as I try,
I’m forced now to look,
At the steps that I took,
I went from marching into battle,
To be lead away by a hook

It’s like I never saw these clouds before I met you
Now they're calling to me
What a fool you are, what a fool you’ve been
And I’ll never look at those clouds the same way again

I’ve seen the sun set over the vast Arizona plain,
I think about my plans both good and profane,
And I think of God’s grace,
Feels like I’m losing this race,
And I want nothing more now
Then to dry the tears from your face

I was hardly moved by a sunset before,
Now they're calling to me
What a fool you are, what a fool you’ve been
And I’ll never look at  a sunset the same way again

I saw the morning sun rising over the mighty redwood
The blast of heat cuts the cold air I was beginning to think it never would,
And I can’t help but believe,
God’s got something up His sleeve,
And though it looks like I’m doing life,
He’s gonna’ sign my reprieve,

I always thought the morning sun a nuisance,
Now it’s calling to me,
What a fool you are what a fool you’ve been,
And I’ll never look at the sunrise the same way again

Begging For a Change Of Heart

Begging For a Change Of Heart

Chris Kovacs ©1990

I’m a broken man,

Living on borrowed time,

Ain’t much I can put claim to,

Ain’t much I can call mine,

But that which I have,

I can never lose,

That which I’ve chosen,

I could never unchoose,

Someone has been duped,

Someone’s been waylaid,

Who ever owns the title to my soul,

Didn’t get much for what he paid,

Something’s wrong inside of me,

I’m defective merchandise,

I must concede in all honesty,

You paid too high a price,

Broken man that I am,

Who’ll save me from this skin?

Clutching vainly to what’s left,

To keep it from falling apart,

Pleading for forgiveness,

Begging for a change of heart,

Haven’t moved from this well,

Since it dried up from the drought,

A wise man once said to me,

A rut’s just a grave with the ends kicked out

Oh, all the sleep I’ve lost,

Wondering what goes on in my head,

I can toss and turn, throw the covers,

But sin still makes my bed,

Sometimes it seems like a lost cause,

It’s just too tough, too hard,

Will I ever stop digging my paws,

Into some else’s yard?

Will I drown in pity or waste away,

In this skin tight cell,

Have I counted the costs of what it takes,

To struggle from this shell?

Broken man that I am,

Who’ll save me from this skin?

I pass out from suffocation,

And end up back at the start,

Heading down that same old road,

Begging for a change of heart,