Bob Pecor Music: Stories Behind the Words

Better Is Possible


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This song is about practice....to be better....

Lyrics:

On an early spring day cold and rainy outside

A young man stopped in the café for a place to hide

a happy place in an average small town

serving local elders who have been around

Kate the working owner gave him a welcome smile

nodded to a booth where he could sit for a while

He stared at the menu, so hard to make a choice

Then he heard an old man talk in a famous voice

In back was the source who wore a plain western hat

with coffee and a puzzle in the booth where he sat

Across from him was an old worn guitar case

with stickers and labels from all over the place

He walked back to the old man to sit next to the guitar

To ask a thousand questions about how he got that far

The man looked up and being used to the approach

Waved to say ok and shook hands without reproach

The eager learner didn't wait and got to the point

so surprised to see this man In this small town joint.

Are you the someone that we all used to know

He said i used to be that man but now it's not so

The learner leaned in close and whispered, don't you see..

Where you were and what you've done is where i want to be

Please tell me your secret so I can chase success

I dream to be just like you and better than the rest.

Better is possible

Do more of what you do.

The world may not see it

You'll know it's true

Better is possible

Do more of what you do

The more you trust it

The world will come to y

The old man stretched and pushed his hat back on his head

and smiled to think of how long it had really been.

and how much he missed it and how much joy he had.

tried to hide that it was gone he was really sad.

The learner looked so young and not worn down yet

he probably could make it that's a likely bet

he smiled then repeated what was in his head

the only words that mattered when he said.

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Bob Pecor Music: Stories Behind the WordsBy Bob Pecor