From the recording Racing the Tide

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Written by By Brent Hoad, Stephen Phillips, Ian Byrne & Norman Dahlor / Lyrics by Brent Hoad & Ian Byrne © Elders Pub Music 2006


I never made the top ten on anybody’s list
Of those who played it cool just to see what I had missed
Or be the boy most likely to make the hall of fame
By dreaming up a story I never could explain

Now maybe I was too proud to open up my veins
The heartache come and gone although the memory remains
Young dumb and fearless while leading that parade
I’m living with the choices that I made

Now I need a miracle to get me through
I’m halfway round the world again I’m halfway back to you
Halfway through the whiskey and out of my mind
It’s gonna take a miracle this time

So put me on the open sea with no place to hide
With steady wind to drive me home the stars will be my guide
All the way from Liverpool with this crew of five
I did it all the hard way a love that will survive

If there was no Graceland they would never make me King
If I had to do it all again I wouldn’t change a thing
If I had a brand new Cadillac parked in my Garage
I’ll never ever chase that Mirage

I’m standing in a hallway my mug shot on the wall
We made it through the wreckage holy cow we had a ball
The medals and apologies we wear with pride
No need for us to run and hide