Rise Above

These are the lyrics of a song of The Trail Band's album "Immigrant Dreams". It's also on Marv and Rindy Ross' album Quarterflash before they became part of the Trail Band. I don't like the recording as much because Gale Newman adds a lot in harmony and the background music is much better. (Besides that Quarterflash is a little on the trashy side....no meanness intended. The Rosses are awesome in the Trail Band.)

I'm not sure who wrote "Rise Above" and I couldn't find it available to listen to online, but its a neat song.

I always get the chorus stuck in my head...which certainly isn't a bad thing.

Rise Above

I sat on the edge of my grandmother's bed and combed her hair,
While the mother of Jesus looked on from a five-a-dime frame,
The three of us waited, the light outside faded, the moon came up,
While Grandmother dreamed up her wings to rise above.
She Said....

Love isn't having the things that we want,
It's wanting the things we have.
Life is deciding whether we cry or laugh,
Oh, remember you're part of the moon and the stars,
A part of those you love, oh, hold on to these things,
They're your wings to rise above.

A doctor in Texas wakes up again scared and he don't know why,

His life is a tangle of suture, money, and blood,
He says, "I tough without feeling, I fix without healing. I do not cry,
I can't find the will or the way to rise above.

Love isn't having the things that we want,
It's wanting the things we have.
Life is deciding whether we cry or laugh,
Oh, remember you're part of the moon and the stars,
A part of those you love, oh, hold on to these things,
They're your wings to rise above.

Love isn't having the things that we want,
It's wanting the things we have.
Life is deciding whether we cry or laugh,
Oh, remember you're part of the moon and the stars,
A part of those you love, oh, hold on to these things,
They're your wings to rise above.


Thanks for reading,
Miss Pickwickian