“Two Hearts in Tune”

“Two Hearts in Tune”

Copyright by Frank DeCenso, Jr.

[Vs1]

Did she ever say she loved you,

When she poured you Cabernet?

Did she hold you when she hugged you,

Or did she pull away?

Maybe the signs were all disguised;

Maybe her words were all just lies...

CHORUS 1

So if your heart, sings a song;

And no one’s there, to sing along -

Just call my name; I’ll be there soon;

And we can be – two hearts in tune.

We can be – two hearts in tune.

[Vs2]

Couldn’t you see behind her grin,

That something was amiss?

Couldn’t you tell just where she’d been,

From her ice cold kiss?

Maybe her lips just looked too good;

Maybe her eyes just said you should...

CHORUS 2

I hear your heart, it sings a song;

There’s no one there, to sing along.

So call my name; I’ll be there soon;

And we will be – two hearts in tune.

We will be – two hearts in tune.

[Bridge]

When your heart’s,

Left high and dry;

You’ve tried your best, not to cry –

Just listen close,

And you will hear;

My heartbeat sing, “I’m always near.”

CHORUS 3

We'll hear our hearts, they'll sing a song;

They should have sung it all along.

There’s no one else, we have the room,

So now we are two hearts in tune...

Now we are two hearts in tune.

"Lyin' Streets" (Long Version) (Draft)

“Lyin’ Streets” (Long Version) (Draft)

©️ by Frank DeCenso, Jr.

[Vs1]

A gentle breeze blows through her hair,

A subtle tease but she don’t care,

The boys down here are never fair,

With quick one lines and wishful stares,

[Vs2]

She’s been down here far too long,

In this town where love is wrong,

How can she leave, where she’s grown strong,

And learned the hard way to belong,

CHORUS

Lyin’ streets make grown men cry,

Lyin’ streets make good girls lie,

Lyin’ streets bring blurry eyes…

Lyin’ streets.

[Vs3]

She’s played the game, but never won,

And losing games is never fun,

How can she dare to be the one,

To give up now and say she’s done,

[Vs4]

She’s seen stone hearts just break in two,

She's gotta leave or she’ll break too,

She grabs her bag and bids adieu,

And hops a bus for some place new.

CHORUS

Lyin’ streets make grown men cry,

Lyin’ streets make good girls lie,

Lyin’ streets bring tears to eyes…

Lyin’ streets.

[Bridge]

She’ll never look back,

She’ll never lose track,

Always remembering...

CHORUS

Lyin’ streets make grown men cry,

Lyin’ streets make good girls lie,

Lyin’ streets bring tears to eyes…

Lyin’ streets.