Happy Birthday to Me

Tim Scott McConnell (who wrote the song) and Mr. Springsteen, as a birthday present to me, produced the post today.

This is one song that really didn't get a lot of play.

Love the sentiment. He sings the hell out of it as well.

It's recommended.

High Hopes

Monday morning runs to Sunday night
Screaming slow me down before the new year dies
It won't take much to kill a loving smile
And every mother with a baby crying in her arms singing:

Give me help, give me strength
Give a soul a night of fearless sleep

Give me love, give me peace
Don't you know these days you pay for everything

I Got high hopes

Coming from the cities, coming from the wild
I see a breathless army breaking like a cloud
It's gonna smother love it's gonna shoot your hopes
Before the meek inherit they'll learn to hate themselves

Singing

Give me help, give me strength
Give a soul a night of fearless sleep
Give me love, give me peace
Don't you know these days you pay for everything

I Got high hopes

So tell me someone what's the price
I wanna buy some time and maybe live my life
I wanna have a wife I wanna have some kids
I want to look in their eyes and know they're gonna' stand a chance


Give me help, give me strength
Give a soul a night of fearless sleep
Give me love, give me peace
Don't you know these days you pay for everything
Got high hopes


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