Here's to Emilio.... Broke my heart years ago. And in
the space He left behind, I picked up strings and wrote down lines.
Here's to my guitar.... Like therapy for my heart. Drive through the
night to scrape and sing, Stage to stage, with faces in between...
Chorus:
We'll raise our glasses, To puzzle pieces, And
the way they fit together. That we never saw 'til now. Here's to questions.
That meet their answers. In the bright light of hindsight. It will all
come clear somehow.
Here's to my new-found friends, From out where the highway
bends. They built a home in Tennessee, And left a little room for me.
Here's to my patchwork world... Piece by piece, became the girl, who
lives just three miles form you, The love that I could fall into....
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Chorus)
Bridge:
And all today's uncertainties, And all of my impatience,
Will just be flecks of color, In the picture that He's painting.
Chorus
