ON A PLANE

I'm just a phone call away,

I'll never let you be so down.

Send back the pain from where it came,

Cause I'm just a phone call away.


I know how love can make you numb,

It's never easy to be strong.

But I know you, I know you well.

And when you feel insane,

I'm on a plane.


I don't mind the miles,

Miles don't mean a thing.

Just rest your head upon your guardian's wing.


It's in your voice,

You're shaking down.

The mean old world has got you on the ground.


I know how love can make you numb,

It's never easy to be strong.

But I know you, I know you well,

And when you feel insane,

I'm on a plane.


You were always there for me,

In the coldest winter I'd ever seen.

You brought the sun right out of me,

Sweet harmony,

You and me.

I'm on a plane.


Copyright 2009 Nancy Wilson/Julie Bergman/Laurel Wiley All Rights Reserved

UNDERCOVER GUITAR LYRICS

Julie Bergman

ECHOES FORWARD

My garden grows echoes of you,

Oh you must have spilled from the sky.

And filled all my flowers,

Like you filled up my eyes,

Purples and blues,

A simple surprise.


I'm walking this road that you charted,

I'm tending this riot you started.

Dancing on graves of those yesterdays,

Planting the furrows of the family name.


And your story echoes forward in time.

Your story echoes forward.


I'm calling upon my brother,

To conjure the sum of our mother,

In her cinema black and white,

Elizabeth Taylor moonlight.


My garden grows echoes of you,

Oh you must have spilled from the sky.

Rainy in April - waiting for June,

Planting your hopes like a flag on the moon.


And your story echoes forward in time.

Your story echoes forward in time.

And your story echoes forward.


Copyright 2016 Nancy Wilson/Julie Bergman  All Rights Reserved

DREAMIN' TOWN

In my bed I weary lay,

I fear my life will slip away.

The eyelet curtains blow aside,

I see the lake of stars outside.


And through my fevered eyes I see,

My splendid sailor comes to me.

He comes to shore and wraps me round,

And floats me down to dreamin' town.


My sister Mary cautions me,

Your man is just a ghost you'll see.

There's ne'r a boat to come this way,

Or such a man who lives today.


I leave my mama's home behind,

No longer is my soul confined.

The wind I ride to fly me down,

To greet the one I've finally found.


His hair is dark and handsome he,

His eyes are deep with mystery.

He reaches out to kiss my hand,

And take me off to dreamin' land.


And as we cross the combing waves,

Here upon my breast he lays.

He dries my tears with eiderdown,

As we leave for dreamin' town.


Copyright 2016  Nancy Wilson/Julie Bergman  All Rights Reserved