Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? And when my time is up, have I done enough? (The orphanage) (Will they tell your story?) (Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?) Let me tell you what I wish I’d known When I was young and dreamed of glory

Over and over again Tell me slowly Down in your heart, you know better Same old story Nobody's buying There ain't any truth to it The fact is you're lying But I'm getting used to it Promising we'll stay together

Tell me, tell me yeah. Sad,sad story, about all the things I've heard. Now baby, there's something on my mind. You said I was your true love. But I hear you're foolin' 'round. I gotta know girl what's going down. Oh, tell me, wher do we go from here and.

I get high as the morning sky, this song I sing will never die I get low as a gravel road, in a thousand tongues my story's told Come on boys, you got to do it right Come on boys, I gotta tell you true, I'm a stranger here just like you Well, I'm alive

Keeper of the flame I'm the keeper of the flame The teller of the story Like fireflies in the rain For the ones that came before me For the little pilot lights waiting to ignite I'm walking in their footsteps I'm singing their old songs

Loves lots of money, back's against the wall Now lemme tell ya my story, I got a man-sized predicament And it's a big one, goes like this, yeah My my, ow, yeah! Never had confession, never had a home Never had no worry, until I met Domino Ain't the

We all have a story to tell. Oh, happily ever after, wouldn't you know, wouldn't you know. Oh, skip to the ending, who'd like to know, I'd like to know. Author of the moment, can you tell me, do I end up, do I end up happy? We all want to know, how it

They'll tell the story of tonight You will be found And when our children tell their story No matter what they tell you Tomorrow there'll be more of us Telling the story of tonight We may not yet have reached our glory But I will gladly join the fight

I want to tell you all a story 'bout a harper valley widow wife Who had a teenage daughter that attended harper valley junior high Well her daughter came home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play And she said, "mama, i've got a note here from the

Now this is who we are I'll never know the answers And I'll always wonder why I am no one You are faithful when we are not I am no one's hero For we are not the giant men That some may think So I'd like to tell this story the way it is meant to be