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GOTTA GOTTA

Scott Warner, piano/vocal

Big league dreams, to a child they seem

To squeeze out like ointment

You make the wager, then the teenager

        Discovers disappointment it's a strange request, ironic at best

        Not for the timid or the tame

        Cause you gotta gotta want it

        Just to get into the game


So you're in the game, they call your name

And suddenly you're dead with fear

You try so hard, you blow the card

What you want disappears

        It's the sacred art that breaks your heart

        The high that lays you low

        When you gotta gotta have it

        You gotta let it go


        Find the thing you love

        Hold it firm and true

        But hold too tight you kill it

        Too long it kills you

And now, dear God, You’re asking me

To give her up and go

The woman of whom I've dreamt

Since the day You made us so

        The touch of her, the taste of her

        The only home I know

        But when you gotta gotta have it

        You gotta let it go



Don't ask me how or why

Life decrees it so

When you gotta gotta have it

You gotta let it go

© 2010 by Bruce Gelfand and Scott Warner