David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

It starts with your birth,
With a first vital breath,
Now it has started
until your own death.

You learn to adapt,
You know you must learn,
Sometimes repeating
which sparks your concern.

You move on regardless,
You know you must live,
But you feel automatic,
Like some weird additive.

Chorus
All that time in between,
When you’re all on your own,
Pondering a question
you should answer alone.
What have I become,
Where have I been,
All those people you’ve met,
All that time in between.
Can you remember,
That time in between,
Can you open your mind
to what you have seen.
_______

It may start with your birth,
With your first vital breath,
Or later in life
when you’ve had thoughts of death.

You learned to adapt,
You knew what it meant,
To not keep on going,
To fall into dissent.

You moved on regardless,
You knew you must live,
Life automatic,
That never ending sieve.

Chorus
All that time in between,
When you’re all on your own,
Pondering a question
you must answer alone.
What have I become,
Where have I been,
People you’ve met,
All that time in between.
Can you remember,
That time in between,
Can you open your mind
to what you have seen.
_______

It starts with your birth,
With a first vital breath,
Now it has started
until your own death.

You learn to adapt,
You know you must learn,
Sometimes repeating
which sparks your concern.

You move on regardless,
You know you must live,
But you feel automatic,
Like some weird additive.

Chorus
All that time in between,
When you’re all on your own,
Pondering a question
you must answer alone.
What have I become,
Where have I been,
People you’ve met,
All that time in between.
Can you remember,
That time in between,
Can you open your mind
to what you have seen.
_______

It may start with your birth,
With your first vital breath,
Or later in life
when you’ve had thoughts of death.

You learned to adapt,
You knew what it meant,
To not keep on going,
To fall into dissent.

You moved on regardless,
You knew you must live,
Life automatic,
That never ending sieve.

Chorus
All that time in between,
When you’re all on your own,
Pondering a question
you must answer alone.
What have I become,
Where have I been,
People you’ve met,
All that time in between.
Can you remember,
That time in between,
Can you open your mind
to what you have seen.
_______

Bridge
Here you are now,
And there you once were,
Locate yourself,
Calm your own stir.
Finding yourself,
Just find where you are,
The present is you,
It leads oh so far.
The present is you,
Although time in between,
You’re always just here,
Not where you have been.
_______

It starts with your birth,
With a first vital breath,
Now it has started
until your own death.

You learn to adapt,
You know you must learn,
Sometimes repeating
which sparks your concern.

You move on regardless,
You know you must live,
But you feel automatic,
Like some weird additive.

Chorus
All that time in between,
When you’re all on your own,
Pondering a question
you must answer alone.
What have I become,
Where have I been,
All those people you’ve met,
All that time in between.
Can you remember,
That time in between,
Can you open your mind
to what you have seen.
_______

It may start with your birth,
With your first vital breath,
Or later in life
when you’ve had thoughts of death.

You learned to adapt,
You knew what it meant,
To not keep on going,
To fall into dissent.

You moved on regardless,
You knew you must live,
Life automatic,
That never ending sieve.

Chorus
All that time in between,
When you’re all on your own,
Pondering a question
you must answer alone.
What have I become,
Where have I been,
People you’ve met,
All that time in between.
Can you remember,
That time in between,
Can you open your mind
to what you have seen.
_______

You are a spirit,
Unmoving through time,
You are the magic,
Timeless sublime*.
________

sublime* – that spiritual purity and calm that can also bring about Greatness