Top Songs By James Euringer
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Euringer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenny Loggins
Songwriter
Michael McDonald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Euringer
Producer
Lyrics
He came from somewhere back in her long ago
The sentimental fool don't see
Tryin' hard to recreate
What is yet to be created once in her life
She musters a smile for his nostalgic tale
Never coming near what he wanted to say
Only to realize it never really was
She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He's watching her go
But what a fool believes, he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be is always better than nothing
Than nothing at all
Keeps sending him somewhere back in her long ago
Where he can still believe there's a place in her life
Someday, somewhere, somehow
She will return
She had a place in his life
He never made her think twice
As he rises to her apology
Anybody else would surely know
He's watching her go
But what a fool believes, he sees
No wise man has the power to reason away
What seems to be (love can't go, love can't go, why can't love go?)
Is always better than nothing (fool's got the power, baby)
Than nothing at all (fool's got the power, I know I should've gone away)
Believes, he sees (love can't go, love can't go, why can't love go?)
No wise man has the power to reason away
(Fool's got the power, baby, fool's got the power)
What seems to be (love can't go, love can't go, why can't love go?)
Is always better than nothing
Than nothing at all (I knew I should've gone away)
Believes, he sees (love can't go, love can't go, why can't love go?)
No wise man has the power to reason away
(Fool's got the power, baby, fool's got the power)
What seems to be (love can't go, love can't go, why can't love go?)
Is always better than nothing
Than nothing at all
I'm sorry I fucked that up
Just keep the tape rolling
How much tape do we got? (About two reels)
Have we got enough for a whole night? (Yeah)
That's good 'cause I fucked this up a lot
Okay, I started writing this song about Burt Lancaster
But it ended up being about Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire for some reason
And it's a little bit of big Jim Leah too in it
Pour a little out for Chester Bennington
(Hold up) how much time did you say we have?
(About 30 minutes) how much time have we got in the studio?
(All night, about half an hour) not a lot of time
Alright, I'll stop fucking around and get to the song
Written by: Kenny Loggins, Michael McDonald
