About Me

Greg Scheer
greg@gregscheer.com

Half the Man, Lyrics

1. True Confessions
October, 2003

The second hand keeps on ticking, the hours fly, but I
find the days grow short as the years go by.
Half my life may be gone—even though I’ve tried and tried
I’m still not half the man that I thought I would be.

But I’m older and wiser, and happy and tired, and richer and wider,
and just now getting comfortable living inside this skin.
Even though half the things that I thought were me recede—
just get forgotten—lost in the living.

My true confessions,
my best intentions,
I guess in the end that
is all I can give.

Dive below the surface and you’ll find things in me
that even I don’t know or choose not to believe.
But I’m open to your reviving streams. You see,
I want to be a tree whose roots grow deep.

My true confessions,
my best intentions,
I guess in the end that
is all I can give.

What the hell is the problem with humanity?
Why do we run to wrong? How can we be so mean?
But if I had been Adam and you were Eve, I think
I’d bite any apple that you offered me.

The serpent is speaking
so convincing and sweetly.
The spirit is willing
but the flesh is weak.

Since the garden of Eden,
with our sweat we’ve been reaping
the price of our pride
and our disobedience.

My true confessions,
my best intentions,
I guess in the end that
is all I can give.

I’m in trouble sometimes, but I still believe I’ll see
the goodness of my God while I’m still living.

2. Walking the Wire
October, 1990

I can't predict my fate;
it could go either way.
All I know is everybody's somebody’s slave.
Watch me oscillate
as my balance gathers weight.
If this continues something's going to break.

The risk is high;
the stakes are higher;
one look below and I start to perspire...

walking the wire.

I look at how I've lived
and when I think of all I've said;
I know that I will die a hypocrite.
Look into my eyes,
they're a faded white.
Everything I see is affected by my lies.

Run and don't look back.
My God I'm tired,
but like a dog to his vomit, or a moth to the fire

I'm walking the wire.

All sin is the same:
you can't sleep with the shame,
'cause you can't shut your eyes to the flame.
That's why I've been up all night
struggling with my mind.
Guilt has a way of giving me advice.

When I stop to think
I realize
if I just think, I'm none the wiser...

if I'm walking the wire.

3. 55 Feet
June 18, 1985

Fifty-five feet is a lonely place
as you feel the sweat drop from you face to the floor.

There was a man and his friend together
setting off for high adventure
they didn't live to tell the tale
but I'll tell you now as the sun grows pale.

They slipped off into the cold blue ocean
where screams are silence, and time is frozen.
Took one last look at the ceiling sun
then kicked their way down to the bottom.

They found the cave they were looking for
switched on their lights through that blackened door
but they only had a half tank more
when someone's flipper hit the floor.

The settled silt bottom became a cloud of ink
but their fun had only begun to shrink
as they kicked their way back, straight and true
the sea became a thicker stew.

The door had moved and so had they
twenty desperate fingers felt the wall for the way
as twenty little minutes passing on parade
bacame a frenzy in a young man's head.

The frenzy turned to envy in that man's hungry man's stare
and he knew that someone here would die for air
he soon decided who it would be
as he unbuckled his dagger from his knee.
 
The fight wasn't long, 'cause his friend never knew
'til a dagger emerged from the thickened stew.
He pushed the cold steel in his back
and pounced on the tank where the body collapsed.

But time was passing and he still had to fight
against the grip of a cave that still held him tight.
He groped along the wall again
but it only led him further in.

A last half hour is a desperate way
to spend a tank that doesn't pay.
The purple blood swam in his head
as his air guage danced from blue to red.

I saw the cave, and I told his daughters
and I'd seen the bodies floating in the water.
The way those dead eyes stared at me--
I just can't live with the memories.

Fifty-five feet is a lonely place
as you feel the sweat drop from you face to the floor.

Maybe I'm wrong and maybe I'm right
but I can't take one more sleepless night
that's caught me wondering why.
Maybe I'm wrong and maybe I'm right,
maybe I'm just too tired to fight about it.
I'd rather be blind.

Sometimes you just don't like what you find.
Sometimes you just have to leave it behind.

4. Not At All
1997

You couldn’t promise streams,
just puddles that evaporate.
You can only offer dreams
that disappear in the light of day.

I asked for bread—you gave me a stone.
It had no crust, but still my teeth broke.
I asked for water, but I needed the well.
You gave me a drink that left me thirsty as hell.

Quench my hunger with the need for more.
Slake my thirst but deny the source.
You gave me just what I wanted,
but it was not what I needed at all.
You gave me just what I wanted,
but it was not what I needed—

Not at all.

I asked for love—you gave me a whore.
It struck the match that left me burning for more.
You gave me more, but it was never enough.
Lust may smolder, but it won’t light the flames of love.
Now I’m all alone with my wims and remorses.
I never loved—I never lost.
But I feel sad that I’ve never had something to call my own.
‘Cause every time it was mine, I knew it was not what I needed—

Not at all.

I wanted to live eternally.
You gave me fame and fortune and fear of my own mortality.
So I asked for more time; you gilded my hourglass.
Now I’m nervous in the present, afraid of my future, and sickened by my past.
All that I hold in my hands
will not buy one more grain of sand.
When the last grain drops, my time is up. Is that all?
As my time unwinds, I know I had nothing I needed—

Not at all.

But I was grasping after wind, it seems,
the whirlwind is chasing after me.
I am broken, who can come and make me whole? (2x)
I am broken, who can come and make me whole?

You couldn’t promise streams,
just puddles that evaporate.
You can only offer dreams
that disappear in the light of day.

5. Silent Star
December 8, 2004

Strange angels in the sky
interrupt this lonely night
singing peace on earth
but what’s that worth
when they sing it from the sky?

No angel will never know
what it’s like living below
they sing of birth
but that just means more hurt
as another woman cries

Born under a silent star
Live under a silent star
Die under a silent star, a million miles away.

2,000 years passed since that night
and the only light that fills the sky
are rockets red glare
and bombs bursting in air
under the gaze of satellite
above this maze with restless eye.

Born under a silent star
Live under a silent star
Die under a silent star, a million miles away.
       A silent star, while all the angels sing:

Gloria, Gloria, in excelsis Deo.

6. Everything to Me
June 1991

That's just what we need--another song.
There's no new melodies and every good rhyme is taken.
Just twelve notes in different combinations
make 479,001,600.
How many more of these can there be?
'Cause it means everything to me.

Is it vanity to even believe
that anything one says would have new meaning at this stage
It was a beautiful robe--but the same as yesterday,
so the emperor undressed and everyone looked away.
If history's a parade, what will the spectators say?
'Cause it means everthing to me.

There's nothing new under the sun.
Every river runs into the ocean.
This tired, dizzy earth just keeps on spinning.
I can't catch my breath it's always someone else's.
If originality is something I can't achieve
why's it mean everything to me?

7. Starting Fires
July, 1992

I'm remembering the first time
you held me in your arms.
It seemed so strange then.
I didn't know what to expect,
what happens when you love your friend--
what comes next?

Suddenly I was with you
more than I'd have thought that
either of us could stand.
Two loners keeping company,
two lovers now sometimes it feels
you're part of me.

You're the spark that flickers in my mind's eye
I feel the flame devour me with time.
Unleash the love that is inside me.
You and I--we're starting fires.

Sometimes we can be so guarded.
We have to work so hard
at a simple "I love you".
Let go; don't be afraid
to fall.  We can always get
back up again.

You're the spark that flickers in my mind's eye
I feel the flame devour me with time.
Unleash the love that is inside me.
You and I--we're starting fires.

Tell me, do you feel this desire
as strong from you to me, as I feel for you?
Our love--it burns away
the doubt in the darkest place.
I feel the flame.

You're the spark that flickers in my mind's eye
I feel the flame devour me with time.
Unleash the love that is inside me.
You and I--we're starting fires.

8. This House Is Lonely Without You
June 12, 1997

Rain splashes against the window of our bedroom.
I hear it falling down the gutter of the avenue.
The whole picture is just the way we like it–
down to the lightening.
But it’s just noise without you.

After all the words and ways you’ve filled the spaces here,
these four walls remember you.
Even though you’re gone the days can’t erase your memory.
This house is lonely without you.

I stay up late like I used to do on weekends.
Time alone; time to soak up the silence.
Time itself can be so intoxicating,
but soon the feeling fades and
I realize I’m thinking about you.

After all the words and ways you’ve filled the spaces here,
these four walls remember you.
Even though you’re gone the days can’t erase your memory.
This house is lonely without you.

I go to bed, but it’s too big without you.
I lie there wondering what I did before I loved you.
Did I miss you before I ever met you?
Did you create the vacuum,
or simply fill it full of you?

After all the words and ways you’ve filled the spaces here,
these four walls remember you.
Even though you’re gone the days can’t erase your memory.
This house is lonely without you.

9. Let Me into Your Heart
June 1, 1990

Even if I am in love with you--
what’s that--has this been used?
Well, I guess that’s something I’m getting used to.
I loved you once. I love you first.
I loved the person that I thought you were
and I’d love you still if you were more like her.

I was 22 years when I fell in love.
I’ll be 24 soon and it won’t be long
before I never hear from you again. But back then
you said I was a friend that you could talk to,
but what’s that matter if we never do?
I’m still waiting...

Let me into your heart.

I still get a bit depressed
when ithink of the night that we kissed
back when a kiss still meant something.
But if you’re not careful it becomes
a commodity you can’t do with out
and it  just gets cheaper the more you give away.

So don’t you open up your mouth
to down the girls that I go out with
they don’t make me proud, just a little less lonely.
And even if I haven’t found true love,
I’ve found someone who returns my calls,
and for now that’s better than your sweet nothings.

Let me into your heart.

Words hypnotize, words paralyze,
sometines the words you don’t say are lies.
If that is true, than that would make you a liar.
You have found, or maybe you’ll find out,
words can cut you in two like a knife,
but silence is a merciless way to die.

Let me into you heart.

Even if I am in love with you--
what’s that-- has this been used?
Well, that’s something I’m getting used to.

10. Let It Go
June 14, 2004

It’s all right when you’re young and bright
the whole world is your oyster now.
You crack it open and suck it out,
swallow it whole, laughing out loud.

But a time will come when you’ll wake up to find all of your dreams
got caught in the undertow and washed up one day just like me.

Just like me, I thought I’d change the world.
You think you’ll make a mark in anything you do.
With the sweat of your brow, the skill of your mind,
time and faith in God and his faith in you.

Then you wake up one day to discover the works of your hands
being pried away one finger at a time by the man.

Let it go.

The hands that once weaved dreams to life
Have woken up only to grow tired
Of spinning through the motions
Hoping for something that’s always beyond sight.

Your Midas touch is turning your gold into rust
and your fountain of youth leaves you with a mouth full of dust.

Let it go.

You’ll give up the fight when you realize there’s nothing to win.
At last you’ll be free on the day that you finally give in.

Let it go.

11. Our Father
2001

Our Father dear, we revere Your holy name,
and because of Jesus' sake hear us when we pray.
In the words that Your Son gave we will come to You today.

We pray the earth that spins beneath our feet
would turn into something more heavenly.

Your kingdom come.
Your will be done.

Open up Your hand and in Your gracious love,
please give us bread enough.
Lead us in Christ's way. Cleanse our wand'ring hearts from sin,
as You teach us to forgive.

We pray You'll save us from the time of trial,
and help us flee from sin when it beguiles.

Your kingdom come.
Your will be done.

Yours is the kingdom.
Yours is the power.
Yours is the glory, forevermore.

12. When I’m Dreaming
Feb 10, 2011 8:47am

Who knows of the ever after?
Who wants to arrive there faster?
I’m not sure about forever
I only know I want to be together

Who knows what our dreams are made of?
Hopes or fears or fairy dustings
All I know is when I’m fading
There’s another world there waiting

And when I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming of you

When this sleep is finally ended
I’ll wake up and I’ll remember
Something, someone, somehow waiting
Just beyond what dreams are made of

And when I’m dreaming, I’m dreaming of you