Happily Ever After (Boudreau) I’ve been counting on the sun to come and melt my blues away I’ve been dying for your smile all day I’m trying to find the reason I’ve been moving so slow I guess I’m just tired of blaming the snow So I…

The Long Hard Line ( t boudreau) I locked myself inside in my mind Slammed the doors and drew the blinds I searched my soul to see what i'd find Purged whatever wasn't mine There comes a time when we find We must draw that long hard line…

Happily Ever After (Boudreau) I’ve been counting on the sun to come and melt my blues away I’ve been dying for your smile all day I’m trying to find the reason I’ve been moving so slow I guess I’m just tired of blaming the snow So I…

Never Too Late Lyrics - Boudreau Music - Maiorano / Boudreau You see the light, piercing your eyes til it burns thru the back of your head You wake from screams that shattered your dreams loud enough to raise the dead a whispering voice…

Four by Four World Lyrics Boudreau Music Jim Tramontano Well i wont pretend to hide i choose not to step outside my four by four world Cast all your thoughts aside Dont question or criticize My four by four world i'm challenging you…

Never Too Late Lyrics - Boudreau Music - Maiorano / Boudreau You see the light, piercing your eyes til it burns thru the back of your head You wake from screams that shattered your dreams loud enough to raise the dead a whispering voice…

U Make It So Hard (to say goodbye) Lyrics - Boudreau Music - Mairano / Boudreau I just cant shake it no I cant fake it no more I try to make it but i just cant get out the door I wanna break it but its something i don't wanna pay for…

Forever Forward ( t boudreau) They call us the orphans 'Cuz we answer to no one And every so often We feel we belong We carry these torches Forever Forward In the back of your mind You’ll hear our song Its a brand new day and a new…

Home Again (boudreau) I was brought up just north of New York City Where the Merrit greets the Hutch In a noisy house on a quiet street Where the neighbors know too much There's a weekend in spring when they throw out old things and…

The Mornings Aint Warm (Boudreau) planted deep in the back of my head are the seeds of things my daddy once said and up sprouted this stubborn old tree with fading roots and lofted dreams there's still a couple of two by fours suppose…