David Lingabee Songs & Songwriting

Like a morning glimpse at the new day’s bright,
I come to the present from a night of wandering.
Who could I be, today, or even later,
Wrestling choices that govern my very being.

Alighting from bed, excited to be something,
Not even giving thought to that which clings,
The past is still the past and always will be,
And it definitely isn’t me, not me.

Chorus
So the secret I want to tell you,
Comes from this little elf,
The place to be is in the now,
It’s where you left yourself.
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Musselworms and muriels, lossingers and rostrums,
Changels and lottinghams, thistleworming sighs,
Venturing on, must visit magic selves,
Blessed be your kind and all those other elves.

Reekboms and blossinggols, averitts and spines,
Merkels and prossingbits, glasscoats and wines,
Endlessly searching that is all that you may find,
Face your inner demons, so then you can unwind.

Chorus
So the secret I want to tell you,
Comes from this little elf,
The place to be is in the now,
It’s where you left yourself.
______

Merkels bright and changels dazzling,
Gizmons nighing, for leavening at birthream,
Gaze to all the stars, t’is where the light strings,
To the endless raze of starlets, and never ending flight kings.

Missingdrorfs and followers, newdraames and feens,
Lottingonns and meeldruns, vanishing sight unseen.
Graykens and lodginhoffs, mannnelota highs,
Returning to the present, I’m beginning to feel untired.

Chorus
So the secret I want to tell you,
Comes from this little elf,
The place to be is in the now,
It’s where you left yourself.
______

Chorus
So the secret I want to tell you,
Comes from this little elf,
The place to be is in the now,
It’s where you left yourself.
______