Miracle On 8th Street

American Music Club

Compositor: Mark Eitzel

C'mon let's waste another thousand years
Sitting around your kitchen table
We'll turn the brandy into beer
Later they'll say, "what a miracle."

You say all you need is a right position
'cause nothing in this world helps you to see
You say that you never do it
Unless someone gives it to you for free

You say i never listen to you
Well you're right about that
But i thought that i love you
More than that

I know you're strong enough to live
In a world where are the magic's gone
I watch your hands tremble, you reach for another sip
Now all your luck is gone

Look at the moon ain't it pretty at night
Don't look away give it a chance for once
In it's own way it's just alive as any of us
In any way it's where you face

You say i never listen to you
Well you're right about that
But i thought that i love you
More than that