1. Searching High and Low
(Blackberry Blossom, trad.)
2. Taken With You
3. Ten-Inch Drive
4. Shadows in an Empty Room
5. We’re Better Found
6. Worth the Climb
Guitar, vocals, percussion, tracking, mixing:
Christopher Clymer Kurtz
Vocals, guitar, percussion, piano:
Maria Clymer Kurtz
Mastering: Chris Jackson
Photography, used with permission: Jennifer Murch
Lyrics
Searching High and Low
© 2021 by Christopher and Maria Clymer Kurtz
The wind blows cold against my face as I walk down the road
Like it doesn’t like the look of where I’m going
Bittersweet the memories, faces back at home
The brittle sunset beckons me to roam
Now I’m climbing hills and searching high and low
What I’m looking for is what I’d like to know
Drivers swerve to give the shoulder space for me
Their speeding cars only know to go where they are told
They’ve got a destination, I’ve got the evening sky
I’m just a nameless face they’re passing by
And I’m climbing hills and searching high and low
Wishing for a sidewalk, but it’s a country road
Didn’t pack a bag to keep me going for the distance
That’s required to find some quiet in my mind
Maybe ‘round the next bend in the road just up ahead
I’ll retrace my steps and walk back home instead
Still I’m climbing hills and searching high and low (high and low)
What I’m looking for is what I’d like to know
Still I’m climbing hills and searching high and low (high and low)
Wishing for a sidewalk, but it’s a country road
Taken With You
© 2021 by Christopher and Maria Clymer Kurtz
A little bit of two-step in your feet
And I’m dancing to your heartbeat
A little bit of dazzle in your eyes
Like a magical sunrise
A little bit, a little bit, a little bit
And I don’t know anything about you
But I’m a little taken
I’m watching the clock ‘cause you walk by
Every afternoon at five
On your way home–could be my way home, too
I could be with you
A little bit of song, a little bit of dance (dance)
A little bit of romance
And I’m a little taken (I’m taken)
With you (I’m living in a daydream, living in a dream)
With you (I’m living in a daydream with you)
I’m staying up late tonight
Wishing on a ray of starlight
Maybe you’re up, too, wondering
No ring for fingering
A little bit, a little bit, a little bit
and here I am, hoping you’re lonely, too
And a little taken (like I am)
“Hi, my name is–”
“Have we met before–”
“Oh, I’m sorry”
“Oh never mind”
Then the clock goes off and the day goes on
Cinnamon roll, cup of joe, gotta go (go)
Little drive to the nine-to-five where the best part
Is the little bit of me keeping this alive
And a little bit, a little bit, a little bit
And I don’t know anything about you
But I love being taken (I’m taken)
Ten-Inch Drive
© 2005/2020 by Christopher and Maria Clymer Kurtz
On the map it’s a 10-inch drive to Texas
So close the wind could blow us there
Let’s leave today and stop for tacos
In a border town café somewhere
Close the book, drop the ball, lock the door, leave it all
Let the landlord scratch his head
Leave the tall grass growing, dirty dishes in the sink
We’re gonna drive instead
Fine days like today, gotta get away
We’re gonna rock the road, we’re gonna roll away
Grab the guitar, jump in the car and let’s drive
Day’s young, I’m free and friendly, I’m looking to make a memory
You’ve got a penny, I’ll give it a toss
Let’s forget the atlas, we’ll take heads or tails
And hope we get lost
Fine days like today, gotta get away
We’re gonna rock the road, we’re gonna roll away
Grab the guitar, jump in the car and let’s drive
Let’s take a stripped-out school bus and make a little home
Hang sky-blue curtains in the windows
Every day a different kind of scenery outside
We’ll see it with new eyes, we’ll see it with new eyes
Fine days like today, gotta get away
We’re gonna rock the road, we’re gonna roll away
Grab the guitar, jump in the car and let’s drive
Fine days like today, gotta get away
We’re gonna rock the road, we’re gonna roll away
Grab the guitar, jump in the car and let’s drive
On the map it’s a 10-inch drive
On the map it’s a 10-inch drive
On the map it’s a 10-inch drive to Texas
Shadows in an Empty Room
© 2021 by Christopher and Maria Clymer Kurtz
When there’s nothing left to say
No more words to pray
What will you do?
What will you do?
When there’s no one left to hold
No memories console
What will you do?
What will you do with you?
Two a.m., you’re not sleeping
Want to cry but you’re not weeping
You’re staring down the moon
Bridges burned in silhouette
Moments missed, nothing left
But shadows in an empty room
When there’s nothing left at home
And there’s nowhere else to go
What will you do?
What will you do with you?
Two a.m., you’re not sleeping
Want to cry but you’re not weeping
You’re staring down the moon
Bridges burned in silhouette
Moments missed, nothing left
But shadows in an empty room
You’re staring down the moon
In an empty room
We’re Better Found
© 2005/2021 by Christopher and Maria Clymer Kurtz
You never liked the wining, dining life
Lucky for us I love to cook
You gave me a second look
A second look
Were you astonished as I was that lovely night
When you kissed me in the crowd
You showed me your love right out loud
Right out loud
Sometimes you laugh at me ‘til we’re crying
Sometimes we both fall apart
We like the thought of living in our Sunday best
As though two people don’t get dirty
But every other day we get grumpy
We get dirty
The inside you and me is plain to see
Our secrets all above the ground
A hiding place is better found
We’re better found
Sometimes you laugh at me ‘til we’re crying
Sometimes we both fall apart
We work the tangles out and then we start again
We’ll work them out until we’re through
But that’s the beauty, me and you
We won’t be through
Worth the Climb
© 2015/2020 by Christopher and Maria Clymer Kurtz
This wind might drive me off the road
Breathes down my neck into my bones
A reckless punch with every blow
The pavement whispering below
Like a piper’s undertow
Buckle down, press on, pedal and go
Sometimes I soar, sometimes I rise like an eagle flies
Sometimes the ride is worth the climb, downhill glide
Sometimes I soar, sometimes I rise like an eagle flies
Sometimes the ride is worth the climb
The hills ahead, the hills behind
Turning phrases in my mind
Shift across the gears of time
My headlight pierces through the night
Until the sunrise justifies
The pain of praying for the light
Sometimes I soar, sometimes I rise like an eagle flies
Sometimes the ride is worth the climb, downhill glide
Sometimes I soar, sometimes I rise like an eagle flies
Sometimes the ride is worth the climb
Hesitation a costly thought
Balance lost or barely caught
The smallest thing can throw me off
Hesitation a costly thought
Balance lost or barely caught
Scrape off the gravel
Get back up
Get back up
Sometimes I soar, sometimes I rise like an eagle flies
Sometimes the ride is worth the climb, downhill glide
Sometimes I soar, sometimes I rise like an eagle flies
Sometimes the ride is worth the climb