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  1. Cockeyed Grin

Tom and Barb Webber
Barbara T. Webber ©2004

Lyrics

The moon hangs in the sky with a cockeyed grin

Something's coming my way but it won't say when

Something good, something bad

Tip a smile and it turns real sad

But I choose, I choose, I choose to believe

That the moon wears a cockeyed grin



A copper penny lays lost in a busy street

Tarnished by the wind, the dirt, the sleet.

Heads or tails, win or fail

Maybe luck will tip these scales

But I choose, I choose, I choose to believe

That good luck’s at my feet



Long have I sailed these salty seas

Red skies at dawn still frighten me

Wait for the evening's blushing sun

Blessings on a day well-done



Morning coffee and the daily horoscope

Cruise control or struggling up a slope

Preordained, free-will gained

Finding ways to cheat life’s pain.


But I choose, I choose, I choose to believe

But I choose, I choose, I choose to believe

I choose, I choose, I choose to believe

That every day brings new hope.