Linda Loegel

Linda Loegel

 El Cajon, California, USA
BandCountry

I write traditional and modern country songs. Songs that tell a story and show a progression as the song moves toward its climax. Even the worst characters in my songs have a redeeming quality.

Biography

I am a songwriter, a member of the SGA and BMI. I write lyrics and get professional demos made.  Check out my website at www.freewebs.com/lindaloegel.

Lyrics

The Ride of My Life

Written By: Linda Loegel w/Wade Ward

It's five o’clock and I’ve had a rough day
I put up with my boss ‘cause I need to get paid.
On the drive from the shop I begin to unwind as
I head for the meadow and pray I’m on time.

I see it ahead, taking shape on the ground
With its red and blue stripes and its basket of brown
I watch the balloon come alive with each puff
And prepare to embark on the ride of my life.

Closer, God, closer
That’s where I want to be
Closer much closer
To the one who cares for me.

Higher, Lord, higher
Above earthly strife,
Higher, Lord, higher,
On the ride of my life.

In a minute I feel the balloon start to rise
The ground falls away as we climb through the skies
The people below are but meaningless specks
With their bills and their struggles and mountains of debt.

The sun starts to set and I hear myself cry,
“My God what a beautiful gold and red sky
I’ve never experienced a holier sight than what
You’ve prepared on this fabulous flight.”

Closer, God, closer
That’s where I want to be
Closer much closer
To the one who cares for me.

Higher, Lord, higher
Above earthly strife,
Higher, Lord, higher,
On the ride of my life.

The day will soon come when this body of mine
Will finally come to the end of the line
Then God will call from his glorious throne
And say, ‘Come fly with me, I’m taking you home.”

The gates will be opened and I’ll hear myself cry,
‘Your streets really are paved with gold in the sky,
I’ve never experienced a holier sight
Than what you’ve prepared on this fabulous flight.”

Closer, God, closer
That’s where I want to be
Closer much closer
To the one who cares for me.

Higher, much higher
Above earthly strife,
Higher on this last ride of my life.

Closer, God, closer
That’s where I want to be
Closer much closer
To the one who cares for me

Higher, much higher
Above earthly strife,
Higher on this the last ride of my life.

You Are Here

Written By: Linda Loegel

You are here, you are here
The signs all tell me
“You are here”
Your sweet perfume and fluid walk
Your lilting laugh and cheerful talk;
These signs all tell me you are here,
You are here, you are here
Thank God, you are here.

The mall was crowded, my spirits were down
What I wanted could not be found
I was looking for love and ecstasy,
And in scanning the mall's directory
I spied the words "YOU ARE HERE"
At the very moment you appeared.

You asked for the time with a smile so sweet
I knew in a moment my world was complete
We laughed and talked the hours away
You made my life a red-letter day.
My spirits are up, my gloom's disappeared
All because you are here.

I once was lost in a world of despair
Alone and afraid of being there
'Til you came along with a
Smile and a song
And gave me new hope
Now I'm walking on air.

Now I know where I'm going
The future is clear
I'll never be alone, 'cause
You are here.

You are here, you are here
The signs all tell me
"You are here"
Your sweet perfume and fluid walk,
Your lilting laugh and cheerful talk;
These signs all tell me you are here,
You are here, you are here
Thank God, you are here.

Mary's Christmas

Written By: Linda Loegel

Mary put the kids to bed
With dreams of Christmas in their heads
She kissed their cheeks and smoothed their hair
Turned off the light and crept downstairs.

The bike was assembled, the parts were all there
The dolls and tea cups set out with care
The kids would be happy tomorrow for sure
With Santa’s gifts strewn all over the floor.

Mary’s Christmas would not be bright
Since her Jim had gone away to fight
Mary’s Christmas would have to be
The tree, the kids and her memories.

She looked at the tree she had carefully trimmed
With decorations sent home by Jim
There were handmade angels and cherubs and more
From the different places he'd served in the war.
Now all that was missing, besides Jim, she thought
Was the star that should sit way up on the top
But she couldn’t reach it so it would just go bare
Without him home to put it there.

Mary’s Christmas would not be bright
Since her Jim had gone away to fight
Mary’s Christmas would have to be
The tree, the kids and her memories.

Well as always she knelt down to pray
She had a few soft words to say
About a newborn babe and men from afar
Who sang joy to the world 'neath His guiding star.
Then she prayed for Jim that he would be kept safe
So far away in that far away place
She prayed for her kids that they would be
Pure and strong as God meant them to be.

Then she got up and tried the locks,
Pulled the blinds and wound the clock
But she said to herself, I won't darken that tree
Until my Jim comes home to me.

Brief Interlude

So a sound at the door made her jump with fright
What could that be in the middle of this night?
Then the door opened wide and tears streaked her face
As Jim swept her up in one long embrace.
He laid out the toys for the kids that he’d brought
And for Mary, a bundle of gifts he had bought.
Then he noticed the star and went to the tree
And carefully placed it where it needed to be

Mary’s Christmas sure turned bright
Snuggling with Jim ‘neath the twinkling colored lights
Mary’s Christmas was the best she ever had
She had her Jim, and the kids had their dad.

Can't Stop the Daylight

Written By: Linda Loegel

I toss and turn in my bed at night, so helpless and alone
My job is gone, the bills pile high, darkness invades the room.
Worries come in the dead of night, I count them all like sheep
They torture me till daylight comes, it’s impossible to sleep.

Just when I think
The black ink of night
Is unceasing, unyielding
And fearsome
The dawn pierces through
Dispelling the blues
A glorious new day has begun

You can’t stop the daylight
No matter how dark the night
Day always comes and
Puts the night on the run
So try as you might
You can’t stop the sun
You can’t keep the daylight away.

I get out of bed, wrap myself in my robe, and slip quietly out of the room
I stumble in the dark and turn on the light to help dispel the gloom
Outside it’s as dark as the coffee I pour, and almost just as cold
Inside I sit with my head in my hands, feeling tired and way too old

A glimmer of hope shines through the blinds as
Morning brings a new day
Dawn comes with a song and lights a new spark
And chases the sorrow away.

You can’t stop the daylight
No matter how dark the night
Day always comes and
Puts the night on the run
So try as you might
You can’t stop the sun
You can’t keep the daylight away.

My Turn

Written By: Linda Loegel

I closed up the office and got in my Jeep
Tired and weary from working all week
I had one thought in mind as I got near our home--
A little wine and a lot of George Jones.

I pulled up the drive and walked in the door
And tripped over beer cans strewn on the floor.
He staggered over, his knapsack all packed
And said, “I’m leaving, but I’ll likely be back.”

I looked at the mess and looked up at him
His clothes were wrinkled and he smelled like gin.
I didn’t hold back the words on my tongue,
I said, “No dear, you’ve got it all wrong.”

It’s my turn to leave and tell you goodbye
It's my turn to go and leave you to cry
It’s my turn to turn around and never come back
Just give me a minute and I’ll be packed.
I’m not all that needy and it’s time you learned
Someone is leaving --only now it’s MY turn.

I gathered my courage and gathered my things
Picked up the cat and pulled off my ring
Nearing the door I put on my coat
And took one last look as these words left my throat:

It’s my turn to leave and tell you goodbye
It's my turn to go and leave you to cry
It’s my turn to turn around and never come back
Just give me a minute and I’ll be packed.
I’m not all that needy and it’s time you learned
Someone is leaving --only now it’s MY turn.

You’ve left so many times before
We ought to have a swinging door
This time, though, it’s me that’s leaving
And this time it’s you that’s grieving.

It’s my turn to leave and tell you goodbye
It's my turn to go and leave you to cry
It’s my turn to turn around and never come back
Just give me a minute and I’ll be packed.
I’m not all that needy and it’s time you learned
Someone is leaving --only now it’s MY turn.

Discography

Soundclick has six songs: My Amazing Grace, Mama, Where is Heaven?, Mary's Christmas, Vagabond Sweetheart, The Ride of My Life, Two Lefts Don't Make a Right.