Here we go again my friend
Thinking about trying to make it work
Reminds me of the time when we were kids
We thought we knew it all, when will we learn

Like coming home from far away
Nothing feels better than being in your arms
I know how this will end and it won’t be good, it can’t be good
I hate to see you sad and know I’m the one
I still got to believe that there’s a chance for you and me


Here I go again so scared
Thinking about trying to ignore it all
Reminds me of when I kissed your mouth
As a wildfire grows, who will get burned

Like coming home from far away
Nothing feels better than being in your arms
I know how this will end and it won’t be good, it can’t be good
I hate to see you sad and know I’m the one
I still got to believe that there’s a chance for you and me
I still got to believe 
I still got to believe
I still believe that there might be
Oh, there might be a chance
For you and me

I turned on the six o’clock news
All the faces and all the names
Pretty sure it must be a lie
All the faces and all the names
It’s not real, it can’t be real
All the faces and all the names
It’s an elaborate trick of my mind
All the faces and all the names
I don’t know you
Are you out there
Is anybody out there 
Are you out there
Is anybody out there 
Are you out there
Is anybody out there 
Are you out there
Is anybody out there 


I’m looking at some photographs
It’s all honeybees and daisies
It was a warmer time
With honeybees and daisies
And I walked with someone
Through honeybees and daisies
That was a different me
Honeybees and daisies
I don’t know you
Are you out there
Is anybody out there 
Are you out there
Is anybody out there 
Are you out there
Is anybody out there 
Are you out there
Is anybody out there 


I’m looking in the mirror
And it’s vaguely familiar
I think I remember you
It’s so vaguely familiar
You were always there
So vaguely familiar
I think it’s going to be OK

Wise men say let your heart be your guide
Wise men say let your heart be your guide
Wise men say let your heart be your guide
Ever since the beginning when the girl gave the apple to the boy
My guide has always been my stomach


Fill my belly with barrels of beer
Fill my belly with barrels of beer
Fill my belly with barrels of beer
Ever since the beginning when the girl gave the apple to the boy
I carry my sin in my stomach


There's a hollow that I can not fill 
There's a hollow that I can not fill 
There's a hollow that I can not fill
Ever since the beginning when the girl gave the apple to the boy
It's impossible to fill my stomach


The quickest way to a man's heart is through his belly
The quickest way to a man's heart is through his belly
The quickest way to a man's heart is through his belly
Ever since the beginning when the girl gave the apple to the boy 
The surest way to hell is through my stomach

We'll drink from a jar
I'll show you my scars
You hate the sound of the banjo
I can't write a love song
I've been loving for way too long
All i can do is beat upon the banjo

Banjo love
It fits just like a glove
Banjo love
The bees just got to buzz
Makes me want to dance 
Come on darling, give it a chance
Still a plunky, grumpy song might be a love song

I'll show you the stars
We'll lay out in the yard
I won't forget to bring along the banjo
Every bird's got a song
Beat on your clanging gong
While I plunk upon my old banjo

Banjo love
It fits just like a glove
Banjo love
The bees just got to buzz
Makes me want to dance
Come on darling, give it a chance
Still a plunky, grumpy song might be a love song

When you're young
A slow brooding melody 
May be all that it takes
A serenade for your lady fair
Is what gets her cake to bake
After some years
There's hair in your ears
Love songs become inconvenient
Daily life, with its gives and its takes
Is more of a social agreement
We've sure been through a lot
This is the best love song that I got
Like a cow appreciates grass
I'm thankful for you

I light a candle 
For everything I’ve ever wanted and lost
For everyone I ever loved and lost
Calling on my patron saint
The saint of regret and mistakes
The saint who knows all my mistakes
I met a girl, and her name was Grace
And her name was Grace
And her name was Grace


I say a prayer
For everyone I’ve ever done wrong
For failures and things gone wrong
Singing a sacred song
An old song about a second chance
I know I need another chance
I fell in love, and it was Grace
And it was Grace
Her name is Grace

They say that we are all
In the same boat
Looking around, I don’t see nobody
But me, myself, and I
Maybe it’s not the same boat
But the very same ocean
If you’re in this ocean too
Then brother, I pity you
Cause things are bad
Real bad

I am lying on the deck
Bleeding out time
Stretched too thin
Squeezed too tight
I wonder when I am 
Bruised and battered
Without an anchor
All we have for sure is time 
I’m watching mine bleed away

Ive been stuck in the same storm
For nigh on six weeks
Tossed and turned and pitched about
Then pitched about again
When it all seemed over
I looked up at the soggy stars
And near as I can tell
I’m stuck right here
I was stuck right here
Where I had began
I hadn’t moved at all
Not one single wave

I am lying on the deck
Bleeding out time
Stretched too thin
Squeezed too tight
I wonder when I am 
Bruised and battered
Without an anchor
All we have for sure is time 
I’m watching mine bleed away

Next, I found myself 
Stuck inside a doldrum
Not a wind, a breeze, or a seagulls fart
To move that sail
I thought I’d be stuck right here
For all eternity
When I looked down
I found I was racing fast
I was moving just as fast as I cold go
Speeding towards the very edge of the map
There is nothing I could do to stop it
Right towards the very edge of the map

I am lying on the deck
Bleeding out time
Stretched too thin
Squeezed too tight
I wonder when I am 
Bruised and battered
Without an anchor
All we have for sure is time 
I’m watching mine bleed away

Up and down on the waves
It’s a natural motion
No matter how steep or severe
It’s something you can always count on
I’ve been plunged right in
In and out and sideways
There is noting natural here at all
Nothing natural on which I can rely

I am lying on the deck
Bleeding out time
Stretched too thin
Squeezed too tight
I wonder when I am 
Bruised and battered
Without an anchor
All we have for sure is time 
I’m watching mine bleed away

Even though we are tossed about
Just trying to hang on
We got no ritual, no routine
No port in that storm
I look up at the sky 
And the stars still shine
And I am confident we’ll find
I am sure that we
We’re gonna find
We will find our way
We’ll find our way
Again

I had a little lamb it’s fleece was dripping red
The blood of the little lamb filled my supper glass
The blood of the little lamb smeared around the door
What a shame your son is dead

One summer day, it rained and the creeks did rise
The water came up and took a little boy
His father paced the banks searching for his son
All the people came and dragged the creek and found his body

I had a little lamb it’s fleece was dripping red
The blood of the little lamb filled my supper glass
The blood of the little lamb smeared around the door
What a shame your son is dead

There was a girl in the prime of her blushing years
And after lunch one day her heart just stopped
And the doctors said it was something they couldn’t explain
All the people cried and her mother, her mother well, she just didn’t understand

I had a little lamb it’s fleece was dripping red
The blood of the little lamb filled my supper glass
The blood of the little lamb smeared around the door
What a shame your son is dead

There was a disease we thought was just for old men
It doesn’t discriminate, your hair fell out
Your parents watched you suffer, everyone knew the end
All the people prayed for a miracle and you died

I had a little lamb it’s fleece was dripping red
The blood of the little lamb filled my supper glass
The blood of the little lamb smeared around the door
What a shame your son is dead

The blood of the innocent flows like a mighty river
All the people sang Amazing Grace

Last year's tomato vines 
Lay rotten on the ground
When the winter snow melts off
You can see the remains of the day
A window sill whiskey bottle 
Holds what’s left of February’s grief

She wore a yellow gingham dress 
To the park that day
Her hair tied up with blue ribbons
Got to be that way
Go ahead and lay her down, down, down
Nothing left for me to say

A stiff July breeze is blowing 
Through my dinning room window
I still got hanging up those old curtains of yours
They are pale green with a flower print 
They are blowing up like a great big balloon
It's your ghost in the middle of the room

She wore a yellow gingham dress 
To the park that day
Her hair tied up with blue ribbons
Got to be that way
Go ahead and lay her down, down, down
Nothing left for me to say

Most nights now, I sleep in the yard
I got to see them stars
The back door is cracked open 
By an old gasoline can
When it gets too cold to sleep out
I think I'll set the whole thing on fire

She wore a yellow gingham dress 
To the park that day
Her hair tied up with blue ribbons
Got to be that way
Go ahead and lay her down, down, down
Nothing left for me to say

Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom

He walked down, hat tipped back
An old broomstick in his hand
Dragging along that one dead leg 
He’s kicking an old soup can
Everybody knows him
They see him coming round
Long before you see him
I know you’ll hear this sound

Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom

Scraping on an old stop sign post
With some dried up chicken bones
Shaking an old tobacco tin
Full of little tiny stones
Every morning, he’s outside my house
He’s scraping on the old fence
He's been at it for so long
His rhythm is starting to make sense

Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom

Early one morning, I'm down at the garage
I’m working on this old car
I invite him in, give him a hammer
And a twenty pound digging bar
A couple of rusty old brake drums
And an empty plastic tub
I grab my old six string
And Uncle Leroy is blowing on a jug

Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom

We cleaned all the junk right out of the garage
My wife’s real happy about that
We swept the floors, we learned some songs
We all got us a matching hat
Every Friday after supper time
The whole neighborhood is coming in
Every girl grab your best fella
Even Grandma is shaking her old skin

Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom boom
Boom boom ticka ticka boom

I got home and found hanging on my fence
A hollow, empty shell from a locust
He shed his armor now, that brave boy
The rain will fall, the wind will blow, it’s still hanging on
It’s been so long since I had a good cry
It used to be so much easier
I don’t even know why, why I’m so dry
I try to catch my breath, I think I’ve had enough


I went out on the porch, waiting for the dark
I heard a cricket, under the flowerpot.
He’s chirping the saddest song for everything he’s lost
He’s chirping loud and long, I think I know how he feels
It’s been so long since I had a good cry
It used to be so much easier
I don’t even know why, why I’m so dry
I try to catch my breath, I think I’ve had enough

The Chestnut Street serenade
Singing for you, all the songs that I know
Trying to melt your heart with my song

I don’t know what I’d do
If my plan worked
I haven’t thought that far ahead
I’m happy being miserable
Miserable is better than dead
Maybe you’d be better than that

The Chestnut Street serenade
Singing for you, all the songs that I know
Trying to melt your heart with my song

This is our secret
Our secret romance
Some things are better left as secret
In the dark we can hide 
From what we don’t understand
In the dark we’ll sing the words we’re afraid of

The Chestnut Street serenade
Singing for you, all the songs that I know
Trying to melt your heart with my song

I can’t seem to be able 
To let go of your hand
That has to mean something
Maybe I’ll give you 
All that I can
For now, I’ll just sing another song

The Chestnut Street serenade
Singing for you, all the songs that I know
Trying to melt your heart with my song
The Chestnut Street serenade

You melted me

Pops has had too much coffee
He’s pacing a hole in the floor
Mom is, um, paranoid
She’s checking the locks on all the doors
It’s not that she doesn’t want anybody busting in
She doesn’t want us getting out
It’s a quarantine, honey
Stomp, and shimmy, shake, and shout

Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake
Strut around in a great big circle
Your legs have got to quake
Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle them arms
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle them bones
Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake

We ate everything
We had up there on the shelf
Every cracker, every crumb
We shoved them in our mouth
We ate everything 
From off this gravy train
Now we’re calling for some delivery
It’s the veggie lo mein

Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake
Strut around in a great big circle
Your legs have got to quake
Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle them arms
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle them bones
Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake

Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake
Strut around in a great big circle
Your legs have got to quake
Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle them arms
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle them bones
Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake

Come on children
We’re gonna dance it all night
Step it, step it, step it, step it
You gotta step it right
Spin around, spin around, spin around, spin around
Spin around like a top
It ain’t over till
The fat lady stop
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle them arms
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle them bones
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle them arms
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle them bones
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle them arms
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle them bones
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle them arms
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle them bones
Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake
Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake
Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake
Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake
Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake
Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake
Dancing in the living room
The chicken skin shake

There’s a full moon rising up over the hill
I'm sleeping on that cold, cold ground
The wind is whispering through the treetops
I'm laying on that cold, cold ground
The creek is running up over its banks
I'm sleeping on that cold, cold ground

Me and the coyotes are howling at the moon
I'm singing the only song that I know
Crying for a love that once I lost
I'm singing the only song that I know 

Dig me a hole and throw my body in
Bury me in the cold, cold ground
For all of my sins here and all of my crimes
Throw me in that cold, cold ground
Upon my very last dying breath
Bury me in that cold, cold ground 

Me and the coyotes are howling at the moon
I'm singing the only song I know
Crying for a love that once I'd lost
I'm singing the only song that I know

The Lord told Adam that for his crime
There would be punishment, he had to do hard time
Pack your crap boy and hit the road
One way or another, you gotta do what you’re told

By the sweat of your brow you will learn
The simplest pleasure, must be earned
Your very existence, you must carve
Out of the hard ground, or you will starve

The soup kitchen is closed for you bum
Your children, their children, on and on
Simple and easy in the garden
You blew it boy, you’ll never see it again


The curse of Adam, the sting of a bee
The curse of Adam, a falling tree
The curse of Adam, brings me to my knees
The curse of Adam, I hate to leave


Time has passed now, generations roll
The sting of work has taken it’s toll
We used to live to a ripe old age
Now when we’re still babies, already headed to the grave

From coal mine to the forest to any job that will pay
We continue the struggle each and every day
We have made tools and developed a trade
Proud of our accomplishments and all we’ve made

Even with all of this progress
God looks down and says, “Aw, what a mess”
Scratching and clawing, everyone wants to be the best
Hard work won’t buy any rest


The curse of Adam, the sting of a bee
The curse of Adam, a falling tree
The curse of Adam, brings me to my knees
The curse of Adam, I hate to leave


I know some people that think the world owes them
They think it’s ok to take what they don’t have
If you think you won’t pay, then roll them dice
And ask old man Adam, what was his price

Put your nose to the grindstone and shoulder the wheel
Maybe if you’re real careful, your bruises will heal
Like old Adam, we’re all headed for dead
Just be grateful for your daily bread


The curse of Adam, the sting of a bee
The curse of Adam, a falling tree
The curse of Adam, brings me to my knees
The curse of Adam, I hate to leave


I’m sweating and bleeding, sitting right where I’m at
Working at music, put some money in the hat
That’s all there is, there ain’t no more
If you don’t like it, just show me the door

Your fingers curled over 
The top of my headboard
My hands gently tracing
Soft parts of your arm
I can feel, on your fourth finger
The reminder of him

If I were king of a nation at war
I would make sure 
He was in the front lines
If I were king
He’d throw himself out the window at my word
If he happened to die
There's nothing anyone could say

I saw you up on your rooftop
From my upstairs window
Your skin is like honey dripping
Sweet honey dripping
I was sure, if I was close
You would smell just like the sun

If I were king, of a nation at war
I would make sure 
He was in the front lines
If I were king
He'd throw himself out the window at my word
If he happened to die
There's nothing anyone could say

Put the fat in the frying pan and listen to it sizzle
Put the fat in the frying pan and listen to it sssss
Put the fat in the frying pan and listen to it sizzle
Now, you all got to sing for your supper.

Somebody stole farmer brown’s prize hen
Somebody stole farmer brown’s prize cluck
Somebody stole farmer brown’s prize hen
Now, you all got to sing for your supper

Squeeze that hen, we’re having eggs 
Squeeze that hen, I’m eating eggs
Squeeze that old hen, we’re having eggs
Now, you all got to sing for your supper

Too late for eggs, pluck that old hen
Too late for eggs, pluck the cluck
Too late for eggs, pluck the old hen
Now, you all got to sing for your supper

Chicken and gravy and leftover beans
Chicken and gravy and leftover fart noise
Chicken and gravy and leftover beans
Now, you all got to sing for your supper

Shake the old jug and pass it around
Shake the old jug and pass it hiccup
Shake the old jug and pass it around
Now, we all sung for our supper

Put the fat in the frying pan and listen to it sizzle
Put the fat in the frying pan and listen to it sss
Put the fat in the frying pan and listen to it sizzle
Now, you all got to sing for your supper

Sleep tonight my angel
I will stay till you’re asleep
I know it’s been a long day
But sleep tonight
Sleep tonight

Sleep tonight my love
I know that you’re excited
I am excited too
But sleep tonight
Sleep tonight

Sleep tonight my angel
Wrap my arms around you
A little closer now
Sleep tonight
Sleep tonight



Fox went out with his brother coyote
They walked out upon the fields
Just before the morning would break
They knew where all the little birds go
They knew where all the little birds go

They had acquired a little steel trap
They set the bait and they pulled it back
Dreaming of a mid-morning snack
In the bushes waiting for the snap
Undercover, waiting to hear the trap go snap

They caught themselves a little sparrow
Not much more than a coyote mouthful
But whose teeth would get to taste
That single bite of sparrow meat
Which brother would get to eat

Old fox, he grabbed a wing
Coyote did the very same thing
Pulled that bird wing from wing
Before the wishbone snapped, she did sing
As her wishbone snapped, she did sing

Old fox and your brother coyote
You got me but before I go
I know how you are both gonna die
You’re gonna die choking on an old sparrow bone
You’re gonna die chocking on a little sparrow bone

Old black crow circling all around
Checking out what is on the ground
Bleached out white by the sun
It’s what’s left of fox and his brother coyote
Old dead fox and his brother coyote
Greedy fox and greedy coyote
Eat your veggies you old fox and coyote




I went down in the cold March water
You get a line, honey and I'll get a pole
We'll go fishing in the old baptizing hole
The old baptizing hole
The old baptizing hole

Twenty-odd years ago somebody drowned here
The preacher dunked him back and forgot to pull him up
The city officials said they could baptize no more
Baptize no more
Baptize no more

It's a calm, cool, clear night
The trees are screaming your name
This entire valley’s flooded
With your blood
By your blood
With your blood

I've seen the pictures of the man you call Christ
A tall, handsome man with baby blue eyes
He's much too pretty to save a wretch like me
Save me
Save me

I heard a preacher say that in this life
There are two kinds of people, the have’s and have-not’s
Heaven’s for the perfect, worthless be damned
Worthless be damned
Worthless be damned

It's a calm, cool, clear night
The trees are screaming your name
This entire valley’s flooded
With your blood
By your blood
With your blood

I went down in the rushing water
The river washes my sin away
The river carries me away
Carries me away
Carries me away

We go dancing in the light, light of the new moon
It’s the night the ghouls come out, they’ll be walking soon


This graveyard is full of stones
Chipped and covered with moss
Every stone tells it’s tale
Each a tale of loss

I’ve been dead now 40 years
Killed by my true lover
Took a bullet in the chest
Because she loved another

I am sure you have never seen
A stupider man than me
I stuck my head in a crocodiles mouth
Just to see what I could see

I bought myself a tombstone
I want nothing but the best
Chisel in my expiration date
I’ll give it my best guess

This graveyard is getting crowded
Dying it ain’t no sin
Saint and Sinner they are all
Dying just to get in

Called my brother up the other day
He said, hey brother I got something to say
Don’t you think you’ve been here long enough
It’s time for you to move on
Called my brother up the other day
He said, hey brother I got something to say
Don’t you think you’ve been here long enough
It’s time for you to move on

They said it’s time to move on, but I’m not ready yet
They said it’s time to move on, but I still got a little bit left

I miss the way she combed her hair in the hallway mirror
I miss the smell of earl grey in the afternoon 
I miss the way she was always laughing at me
And the way that laugh would ring


She said as she was lying there
She said, I’m done lying here, it’s time for me to leave
When I am gone from here
I want you to move on
She said as she was lying there
She said, I’m done lying here, it’s time for me to leave
When I am gone from here
I want you to move on

She said it’s time to move on, but I’m not ready yet
She said it’s time to move on, but I still got a little bit left

I miss the way she combed her hair in the hallway mirror
I miss the smell of earl grey in the afternoon 
I miss the way she was always laughing at me
And the way that laugh would ring


I said to myself, I says self
Don’t you think it’s time to be moving on
There’s so much that we wanted to see
There’s so much that we wanted to do
I said to myself, I says self
Don’t you think it’s time to be moving on
There’s so much that we wanted to see
There’s so much I wanted to do

I guess it’s time to move on, but I’m not ready yet
I guess it’s time to move on, but I still got a little grief left

I miss the way she combed her hair in the hallway mirror
I miss the smell of earl grey in the afternoon 
I miss the way she was always laughing at me
And the way that laugh would ring

I went down to the hen house, the hen house
To see what I could happen to find
There’s my old chicken, my chicken
Good old Martha, that hen of mine

Her nest was empty, it’s empty
There were no eggs to be found
So I had to sit and wait
Wait for her to lay an egg down

I sang to her this song
And she gave one brown egg to me
Just goes to show you, to show you
Nothing in this word is free

I took the egg to the kitchen 
And cracked it in a hot frying pan
This song is now over, its over
So don't ask for any bacon

You can tell a lot about a person
By the way they hold their coffee cup
Grab it like you mean it
Hold it like you need it
Drink it like you’ve been here before


Some people hold it all tentative and doubtful
Like they’re afraid of getting too big of a mouthful
Well, go ahead and dive right in
Show us your steamy grin
Sip it like you’ll never have it again


I’ve been known to sit too long, just holding my coffee cup
All nervous and twitchy, I’m afraid to get back up
When it’s gone it’s gone
When it’s done, move on
You can’t drink from an empty cup


Grab it like you mean it
Hold it like you need it

Final leg of a journey 
Started last week
Out here on the road
Searching for something more
You’ve always been such a friend
You say come on down and stay awhile
This road leads to your door
It will lead me to your door
It will lead me to you

Round and round and round and round
We’re talking in circles
Trying to be honest
Afraid to say too much
Trying to say it all
Afraid of being honest
You know I’m not telling you everything
You can see it all in my eyes
I’d like to tell you everything

I’m the boy you’ve known so long
Did you know I had a crush on you
The girl I’ve wanted for so long
With that sparkle in her eye
She says maybe she only sparkles 
When I’m around
And that is how it all began
Everything must have a beginning
This began before we ever knew
It’s how it all began


Ever since the beginning of time
There’s been songs written about heartache
And man’s forever quest to get over it
This song ain’t much different
It includes all the same cliches
Difference is, it’s about the first original heartache
At the start of time, world was made
Man was there but he got lonely, so
Woman was made and it all went downhill from there
Somewhere down the road woman got
Restless and tired of his stink, she
Decided she’d be better off without that bum


With the sands of time, 
The hourglass empties
Desert sure is dry
You can’t get water 
From a stone 
Man wasn’t meant to be alone


Man was sad and this was a new feeling
Never felt before, his
Eyes swelled up and a spray came forth
Sand poured from his eyes, he
Beat his chest and carried on
Yeah, that’s right, I said sand poured from his eyes
Like I said this was all brand new
Not without a few bugs to work out, and
Back then sand was the way of expressing sadness
So man set out across the earth
Crying sand all the way
He didn’t know where he was going, so he just kept walking
All the places he wandered looking for
Something to cheer him up
Sand piled higher and the deserts were made


With the sands of time, 
The hourglass empties
Desert sure is dry
You can’t get water 
From a stone 
Man wasn’t meant to be alone


He walked to the edge, the very
Edge of the world and
There he found the maker
He said, “I don’t know if you’re open for
Suggestions or criticisms but this
Stuff from my eyes burns like hell”
Don’t get me wrong, I think you done
Great with every little thing, but this
Way of making sad just ain’t working
Creator stepped up and said, hey thanks bud, I was kinda
Worried about that when we laid it down, I was
Hoping we’d never need to use it.
First thing first, and with a 
Wave of his wand, the
Sand in the man’s eye turned to salt water
Second thing is - being
Sad’s alright, but it would be pretty
Soggy ‘round here, if it lasted forever
Man needs a way to get 
Over stuff, to
Drown his sorrows and move on
Creator took a chunk of that man’s liver
Made himself a bartender from it
Bartender took out some highball glasses and poured the whiskey
The three of them had a drink, sat down
Talked about all that was troubling them,
Creator said, don’t worry boys, this rounds on me


With the sands of time, 
The hourglass empties
Desert sure is dry
You can’t get water 
From a stone 
Man wasn’t meant to be alone

Twister is touching ground
The ground begins to shake
And the water is rising

The sky is turning black
The stars are all snuffed out
And the moon, the moon is bleeding

Put on my cleanest shirt
And I comb my hair
Got to look my best
Got to look good for the end of days

Locust have eaten their fill
The apples hanging rotten
And the fields are on fire

Old men will dream their dreams
Young men will see visions
And your children will prophesy

Put on my cleanest shirt
And I comb my hair
Got to look my best
Got to look good for the end of days

There’s a sign by the side of the road
It says, are you ready
The end is near

The band’s on the back porch
Just picking Johnson’s reel
All the girls are in the yard
Kicking up their heels
So what, if you don't know the steps
Just stomp some ground and fake it
Grab what your momma gave ya 
And shake it, shake it, shake it

Old Uncle Leroy, out under the old oak tree
He's got a bottle wedged between his knees
When no one’s looking, he takes a great big swing
While the rest of the time he’s just chewing on an old twig
He says the spirit is willing boys, but this flesh is so weak
Half a bottle gone now, he's headed to the creek
Well he baptized his demons and he splashed around awhile
Now he's running naked through the yard, looking for a towel
Before this night is over and his bottle is all gone
We'll get him up on the porch, he's drunk enough to play along
Old Uncle Leroy, he likes to thump the bass
But he has a real hard time, keeping a steady pace

The band’s on the back porch
Just picking Johnson’s reel
All the girls are in the yard
Kicking up their heels
So what, if you don't know the steps
Just stomp some ground and fake it
Grab what your momma gave ya 
And shake it, shake it, shake it

Old Grandma got her laundry hanging up there on a string
Dresses, shirts, and socks, and all those lacy underthings
On laundry day she scrubs up everything except what she's got on
When evening comes she is ready for some dancing on the lawn
Everybody knows Grandma is the best dancer in the land
She's stomping the yard, to beat the band
Stomping and a twirling, she spins round and round
She spins those skirts too fast and ends up on the ground
Eyes up boys, or you may get to know
Grandma’s got no undies on, it's a laundry day peep show

The band’s on the back porch
Just picking Johnson’s reel
All the girls are in the yard
Kicking up their heels
So what, if you don't know the steps
Just stomp some ground and fake it
Grab what your momma gave ya 
And shake it, shake it, shake it

The band’s on the back porch
Just picking Johnson’s reel
All the girls are in the yard
Kicking up their heels
So what, if you don't know the steps
Just stomp some ground and fake it
Grab what your momma gave ya 
And shake it, shake it, shake it
The band’s on the back porch
Just picking Johnson’s reel
All the girls are in the yard
Kicking up their heels
So what, if you don't know the steps
Just stomp some ground and fake it
Grab what your momma gave ya 
And shake it, shake it, shake it

The good Lord came to me and said
Boy, you gotta go where you don’t want to go
The good Lord came to me and said
Boy, you gotta do what you don’t want to do
He said, I’m sending you
You gotta go where you don’t want to go
I tried to run 
I tried to hide
I did go where no one could find me
Then he sent a great big fish to swallow me whole

I’m in the belly of the whale, it’s so deep, deep, deep
The bottom of the sea is so deep, deep, deep
The pressure is crushing me, it’s so deep, deep, deep
The ocean is closing in now deep, deep, deep
Squeezing my skin, it’s so deep, deep, deep
It’s the heartbeat of a whale going beat, beat, beat
It’s taking over now beat, beat, beat
All I can hear going beat, beat, beat
Everything is going black now beat, beat, beat
All I want to do is sleep so deep, deep, deep
Beat, beat, beat
Deep, deep, deep

But I got out
I wanna tell the world that I survived
I got out
I wanna tell the world that I’m alive
Pull up my socks and I wipe my eyes
There is hope on the other side
Pull up my socks and I wipe my eyes
There is hope on the other side

The muses spoke to me and said
Boy, you gotta sing a song you don’t want to sing
The spirit’s moving me and says
Boy, you gotta stand where you don’t want to stand
He says, I’m sending you 
You gotta sing a song you don’t want to sing
I tried to run 
I walked away
I shut my mouth, I got nothing to say
Then he sent a great big song to swallow me whole

I’m in the belly of a song it’s so loud, loud, loud
Hit bottom again it’s so loud, loud, loud
Force a goofy grin it’s so loud, loud, loud
Starting to panic now it’s so loud, loud, loud
Gotta get out, don’t know how, loud, loud, loud
The heartbeat of a whale going beat, beat, beat
It’s taking over now beat, beat, beat
All I can feel going beat, beat, beat
Everything is going black now beat, beat, beat
All I want to do is sleep so deep, deep, deep
Beat, beat, beat
Deep, deep, deep

But I got out
I wanna tell the world that I survived
I got out
I wanna tell the world that I’m alive
Stomp your feet
Now, hold someone’s hand
There is hope on the other side
Stomp your feet and grab someone’s hand
There is hope on the other side

(Rant)

I got out
I wanna tell the world that I survived
I got out
I wanna tell the world that I’m alive
Clap your hands and shout it together
There is hope on the other side
Clap your hands, now scream it together
There is hope on the other side
There is hope on the other side
There is hope on the other side

Old man Judas had a hill 
On the outskirts of town
He built himself a big tall gallows 
To hang himself from

With a kiss he sealed the deal
Everything’s got a price
Old man Judas felt so bad 
When the guards rolled them dice

Couple of nails and a butchered king
To finish up the job
Old man Judas played his part
From the rope he did bob

Old man Judas had a hill 
On the outskirts of town
He built himself a big tall gallows 
To hang himself from

He lived in words
He lived in quiet solitude
He spent his days
With a little dog named Napoleon
It'd be easy to explain it away
To say that he had just snapped
But it was more like the ocean
The waves just wearing him away

He liked to look out the window
Watch the birds pecking at the earth
He was partial to prose
He was a sucker for a romantic verse
They praised him as a sensitive boy
Maybe he just cried too much
She was the only one who ever 
Looked him in the eye

He wore her heart on his sleeve
Their bloodlines forever entwined
He carved her name across his bare chest
He's the butcher poet of Jug Handle Hill

He lived in words
Words that were screaming in his head
He liked the quiet monotony
Cutting meat down at the store
Everyday that he passes her house
He's draining out like an hourglass
More like a pen
Scratching paper till the ink was all gone

He wore her heart on his sleeve
Their bloodlines forever entwined
He carved her name across his bare chest
He's the butcher poet of Jug Handle Hill

He liked to look in her window
See her dancing across her room
He sent her words
Scribbled down on his butcher paper
Then one night he stepped out of the shadows
He came knocking right up at her door
She was the only one
Who ever looked him in the eye

He wore her heart on his sleeve
Their bloodlines forever entwined
He carved her name across his bare chest
He's the butcher poet of Jug Handle Hill

He lived in words
Her words calmed his scattered mind
She loved his words
She was a sucker for romantic verse

Well, you’re siting at my elbow
Perched high atop a bar room throne
We’re in a long line of great 
Friday night escape artists
I got a double Irish
And you’re sipping your sour apple martini
The band begins their eulogy
To the all too real, life crushing day

Those were the days when we howled at the moon
Your sundress clinging to your back 
As you flit across this hot sticky room
The door explodes into the night
Leaking out all those pent up pheromones
Roll down the concrete
Find someplace to rest our weary bones
We were the kings and queens of another Friday night
We were the kings and queens of another Friday night

Well, you’re hanging from my elbow
As we spin across this crowded floor
I never dance, I took a chance
You looked so good to me
The frat boys at the bar are making fun
Of my smooth stepping moves
The bass is thumping and we’re all jumping
In slow motion

Those were the days when we howled at the moon
A sundress clinging to your back 
As you flit across this hot sticky room
The door explodes into the night
Leaking out all those pent up pheromones
Roll down the concrete
Find someplace to rest our weary bones
We were the kings and queens of another Friday night
We were the kings and queens of another Friday night

Well, we hooked elbows
And we roll down the street arm in arm
We closed them out, we shut them down
Making memories, we’ll never remember
We’re screaming jukebox melodies
At all the burning street corner lights
Excitement dripping into the night
I pound my chest and kiss it all goodnight

Those were the days when we howled at the moon
A sundress clinging to your back 
As you flit across this hot sticky room
The door explodes into the night
Leaking out all those pent up pheromones
Roll down the concrete
Find someplace to rest our weary bones
We were the kings and queens of another Friday night
We were the kings and queens of another Friday night
We were the kings and queens of another Friday night

Kiss me softly, kiss me warm
Kiss me like it's the first time again
Kiss me hard, kiss me fast
Kiss me like you know it's gonna be your last

Kiss me now, kiss me quiet
Kiss me like it's a big, big secret
Kiss me loud, kiss me passionately
Kiss me like you want the whole world to see

Kiss me again, kiss me with your eyes
Kiss me like you hate saying goodbye
Kiss me in the dark, kiss me to sleep
Kiss me like you know I'll never leave
You know I’ll never leave
I’ll never leave
Never leave
Never leave
Just kiss me

Scratch in the dirt and plant a kiss
Dig a hole for someone we’ll miss
Plant a kiss, with a rusty hoe
Mound the ground and let it go

Meet me at the kissing tree
Just the birds and you and me
The bees buzz their weary song
The fence post shadows growing long
Quiet now, just hold my hand
May the kissing tree forever stand

Plant a kiss deep in the ground
Join hands, ring ‘round and ‘round
Ashes, ashes, all fall down
Wear that kiss and a willow crown

Meet me at the kissing tree
Just the birds and you and me
The bees buzz their weary song
The fence post shadows growing long
Quiet now, just hold my hand
May the kissing tree forever stand

On top of the hill, be sure to meet me
Plant a kiss, we’ll plant a tree
You’ll walk alone to the graveyard
Scratch in the dirt and plant a kiss hard

Meet me at the kissing tree
Just the birds and you and me
The bees buzz their weary song
The fence post shadows growing long
Quiet now, just hold my hand
May the kissing tree forever stand

It's laundry day again
I'm out of clean socks
Start the water, add the soap
Well, here’s a load of mine
Throw in what you got
We’ll separate it later
We’ll watch it all come clean
Wash it all clean
You will come clean

Round and round and round and round
Around it goes
It’s getting warmer as it gets drier
It’s getting drier as it gets warmer
There’s nothing like a clean, warm shirt
It’s got to be clean and warm
You are so warm

Open the dryer door
Out tumbles a mass of clothes
Your favorite things to wear
Tangled up with mine
Here’s my blue corduroy’s
You say I look good in them
They’re twisted round your favorite sweater
Twisted up with your sweater
Twisted up with you
I’m tangled up in you


Grandma is up a tree
Waiting for the rapture
I guess I should mention
She’s completely nude
She’s up there waiting
For her Lord and Savior to return
She shed her earthly garments
She thinks she’s wearing her heavenly raiments 
Grandma is up a tree
With absent minded zealotry
I guess you could say
She’s a real lost cause

Lost cause, cause
It’s a lost cause
Lost cause
It’s lost cause 
It’s a lost cause
Lost cause

I’m in a band
Waiting for the noise to begin
I got an audience of one
It’s just lonely old me
When you play the kind of music
That not many people want to hear
You can’t be surprised 
When there aren’t many ears
Well, I’m in a band
And we play weird folk music
I guess you could say
It’s a real lost cause

Lost cause, cause
It’s a lost cause
Lost cause
It’s lost cause 
It’s a lost cause
Lost cause

Old Uncle Leroy
He’s in the garage having church
See, he met a girl, went to some meetings
And changed some things
Don’t think for a second 
That he’s fooling anybody
It’s the same old bottle
With a different label
Old Uncle Leroy
Is in the garage drinking his sacraments
And I guess you could say
He’s a real lost cause

Lost cause, cause
It’s a lost cause
Lost cause
It’s lost cause 
It’s a lost cause
Lost cause

I guess we are all
Like ducks sitting on the water
Floating steady, nipping at bugs
Enjoying every kind of weather
But underneath it all
We’re kicking just as fast as we can
We’re in a great big hurry
Even if we’re already there
So lace up your running shoes
And plop right down in the grass
If you got somewhere better to be
Then it’s a real lost cause

Lost cause, cause
It’s a lost cause
Lost cause
It’s lost cause 
It’s a lost cause
Lost cause
Lost cause, cause
It’s a lost cause
Lost cause
It’s lost cause 
It’s a lost cause
Lost cause
Lost cause, cause
It’s a lost cause
Lost cause
It’s lost cause 
It’s a lost cause
Lost cause
Lost cause, cause
It’s a lost cause
Lost cause
It’s lost cause 
It’s a lost cause
Lost cause

The old man stood on the top of the hill 
With his son and a very sharp knife
His loving God demanded for payment
A living sacrifice
The good Lord said, hold it there man
I was just kidding
Check the bushes and you will find tied up a ram
He said, I was just testing you Abe
You must love me above all else 
For I am who I am
The old man didn’t get the joke 
But he guessed he passed that test
He’s never been so scared in his whole life
He said, loving his son that much 
Was like taking that great big knife 
And carving out a little piece of himself

Love is a butcher
Love is a cleaver in your chest
Love is a bloody butcher
It’ll cut you, cut you, cut you into little tiny pieces

The phone rang the other day
Gram said she didn’t know who to call
She thought that she would call me
She said she was down and out, she was down and out
She had just lost husband number three
She said, loving and losing boy, loving and losing
I’ve had three husbands who have died
She said, each time I lose someone
It’s like using a great big axe
And taking a chunk out of my hide
She said, I’m getting older and fatter boy
But I’m feeling thinner and thinner
Like a piece of paper blowing in the wind
She said, there ain’t no shame in loving boy
Get back up on that horse and try again
This time I was sliced too thin

Love is a butcher
Love is a cleaver in your chest
Love is a bloody butcher
It’ll cut you, cut you, cut you into little tiny pieces

Well, Brothers and Sisters
Brothers and Sisters
We are gathered here today
Well, Brothers and Sisters
Brothers and Sisters
Hear what the good book has to say
You must leave your mother and father
You must leave your mother and father
And cleave to the one you love
You must cleave, you must cleave
You must cleave to the one you love
When I hear the word cleave 
It reminds me of a cleaver 
And that’s exactly what love is going to be
Love will cut you up, it will cut you up 
Till there is nothing left of you

Love is a butcher
Love is a cleaver in your chest
Love is a bloody butcher
It’ll cut you, cut you, cut you into little tiny pieces

There will be no need for a lamp
There will be no more night
When we gather by the river
But for now, my child sleep

Water flows just like crystal
And the tree bears it’s fruit
We’re going there to want for nothing
But for now, my child sleep

Wash your robes my child and you’ll be blessed
You may enter through the gates
You may taste the tree of life
But for now, my child sleep

There will be no need for a lamp
There will be no more night
When we gather by the river
But for now, my child sleep

Do you know how to read a map
Use your finger and trace that line
Any town, any place
Where we end up
God only knows
When this is over
We’ll get in the car and go

Do you know how to write a letter
Write down anything
Whatever comes to mind
We’ll grab a stamp 
Send it out to someone you love
It’s a great way to
Share what you’re going through

Do you know how to plant a seed
Pinch it real careful and 
Drop it in the dirt
It’s a lot of waiting
Rain, sun, and wait some more
Wait long enough 
We’ll find out what you will grow

Do you know how to see the world
You don’t need much
Maybe just an extra shirt
Pack your stuff
See where the road might take us
When this is over
We’ll get in the car and go

Your peace is a river, I’m swimming to shore
You threw me an apple, I’m chewing on the core
I’m treading water, I can see the horizon line
Keep my head up, fighting for what’s mine
With a bit and a bridle, you can’t make me drink
Hold me under now, I’m starting to sink

Meet me at the river
Meet me at the river
Meet me at the river
Down by the riverside

The wind in my hair, it’s your breath on my face
Dancing through a field of Queen Anne’s lace
Dig a hole in the ground, that’s where my rest lies
Mix up some mud and smear it on my eyes
Take a bath in the river, scrub my rotten skin
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, dunk away my sin

Meet me at the river
Meet me at the river
Meet me at the river
Down by the riverside

Fighting the current, I’m trying to get out
Your peace is a river, I’m choking on my doubt
My last mouthful of bread, I spit it up at the sky
Your body and your blood, even you had to die
The mud is your grace, I’m slipping back in
I can’t fight anymore, I give up, I give in

Meet me at the river
Meet me at the river
Meet me at the river
Down by the riverside

Meet me at the river
Meet me at the river
Meet me at the river
Down by the riverside

Meet me at the river
Meet me at the river
Meet me at the river
Down by the riverside

This song is about my favorite old sweater
You will know what I am talking about 
Everybody has a favorite old sweater
You’ve been through some stuff together
Breakups, kisses, kids, fights, and personal tragedy
But mostly it’s a dependable garment 
You get that first crisp, fall morning
The seasons are trying to changing, you are not quit there yet 
You don’t want to turn on the furnace but it is chilly
You curl up with a blanket 
You got a hot cup of coffee and everything is perfect
It’s all cozy and you know you got that sweater on


There’s a grease stain on the collar
A tiny bunt hole on the front
And the entire left sleeve is trying to let go
Get off while the getting’s good
Been spit up on by all three kids
Been to some weddings and a couple funerals
When I die, I want to be buried
In my favorite old sweater


Well everybody’s got a favorite old sweater
Except maybe your’s isn’t a sweater at all
Maybe it’s an old college sweatshirt, has some Greek letters on the front
It’s advertising your favorite sorority
It’s probably not something you wear out of the house
But when there is a chill in the air, it’s the thing you want to have on
Maybe it’s an old  flannel shirt 
Left over from your old grunge music days
The elbows are worn out from throwing haymakers in the mosh pit
It’s missing every other button
It’s got a rip in it, down here from that time
Well you know what I’m talking about
It stays in the bottom of the dresser drawer
It’s just an old rag really, but you could never part with it
because it’s always been there for you


My old sweater wasn’t original to me
This is a hand me down sweater 
Pre-owned, gently used merchandise
This sweater originally belonged to my Grandfather
I don’t remember for sure if he gave it to me 
Right before he died or maybe it was just after
Well, I guess he couldn’t have given it to me after he died
That would have been weird 
But somehow I ended up with this sweater and I’m glad I did
I don’t have any specific memories of Pap wearing the sweater 
I am positive it was not his favorite old sweater
But I know it belonged to Pap and when I put it on, I think of him
He’s been dead now a long time
I’ve been wearing the sweater out for 20 years, anyhow
We’ve been through some stuff, me and this sweater
Even though it’s had plenty of time to air itself out
The first time every fall when I put it on
It always smells like he is standing there next to me
It’s that first chilly day, you go outside, and you really need a sweater 
And you are walking to the park with the kids
And everyone has their little favorite sweater on
And the leaves are crunching underneath your feet
And you are thinking about having soup for dinner
And your dreaming about great big pumpkins and all that basic stuff
The chilly, crisp air blows through the half naked trees
And the smell on the air, I am sure
There must be a ghost smoking a pipe in my sweater pocket

Don’t look at me that way
No one has ever looked at me 
And saw what you see
Trying to hide behind an open window
Sometimes it would be easier 
If windows were mirrors

Naked eyes
Showing you everything 
I’m holding inside
Naked eyes
Showing you everything that 
I’m trying to hide

You say, you love to get lost in my eyes
I say, it’s a scary place without a map
You say, in my eyes you can see your reflection
I say, if you see yourself, you’re not lost with me

Naked eyes
You’re looking at me 
While I’m looking at you
Naked eyes
So hard to look at
So hard to look away

Don’t look at me that way 
You hold the whole world 
In your eye sockets
When you look at me
It’s like the first time 
You ever opened your eyes
Eyes full of wonder
I know you see me as beautiful

Naked eyes
You’re seeing me 
While I’m seeing you
Naked eyes
A soft glance 
Reminds me to breathe

When I kiss you
You keep your eyes open
You say you’re afraid 
Of what you might miss
You say in my eyes 
You see the depth of forever
I say in your eyes 
I see the man I know I can be

Naked eyes
You’re seeing me 
While I’m seeing you
Naked eyes
A soft glance 
Reminds me to breathe

Naked eyes
Showing you everything
I’m holding inside
Naked eyes
Showing you everything
I’m trying to hide

Don’t look at me that way
I can see the whole world in your eye sockets
When you look at me
You’re telling me everything
One look from you can break my heart

Naked eyes
You’re looking at me
While I’m looking at you
Naked eyes
So hard to look at
so hard to look away

My blushing bride
It’s picture perfect in your mind’s eye
There’s nothing pretty
About this faded old photograph
Look at the ribbons and the laces
Are you satisfied
Go ahead and try to hide
Are you satisfied
Maybe you better just shut your eyes

Naked eyes
You’re seeing me
While I’m seeing you
Naked eye
A soft glance reminds me to breathe

I am so nervous
Here’s the part I’ve been waiting for
Your rock steady hand in mine
When I kiss you
You keep your eyes open
Yo say you’re afraid of what you might miss
You say in my eyes
You see the depths of forever
I say in your eyes
I see the man I know I can be

Naked eyes
My blushing bride
Naked eyes 
A soft glance reminds me to breather
Naked eyes
My blushing bride
Naked eyes
A soft glance reminds me to breathe
Naked eyes
A soft glance reminds me to breathe
A soft glance reminds me to breathe
Reminds me to breathe
Reminds me to breath

In classic fashion
We begin our tale 
With once upon a time
Once upon a time
The scene
Could’ve been anywhere
Let’s say in early spring
And for characters, only two
But like any good cast 
We have our share of ghosts
Our characters, I’ll choose fitting names
We’ll call them the Princess and Hero
Princess and the Hero

Friends could be lovers
If circumstances were different
Princess sits on the edge of her bed 
Haunted by our Hero, now retired
Our late Hero
And Hero, miles away
Sits on a barstool thinking about the past
Call it misinformation
Call it paths not taken
Or just cal it poor timing

Hero, I say hero
But he’s really just a boy without a clue
A traveling musician
Ready for the road
Looking for inspiration 
Our brave Hero
And Princess, an ordinary girl
Walks a path others have chosen for her
She searches for courage to walk her own path
She knows she wants so much more
Once upon a time
Once there was a time

Every good story must have a twist of fate
Circumstances do change
Circumstantial evidence
And Hero is at her doorstep
Friends could be lovers
Maybe, once upon a time

Our happy Hero
Seems to have won Princess with his song
But life can be funny sometimes
It’s the thing he wanted the most
Is the very thing that terrifies him
Not afraid that it will be bad
But afraid of getting it wrong

Round and round
Round and round
Up and down
Up and down
Round and round
Round and round
Up and down
Up and down

Life is like a carousel
Round and round, up and down 
And then up and down again
She wants to ride with you
Get on your horse and ride alongside
But don’t be fooled, it could get rough
Just hold on tight
These horses are alive
She’s right next to you
Nothing to fear

Round and round
Round and round
Up and down
Up and down
Round and round
Round and round
Up and down
Up and down


Another step forward
And another step back
Hero will find a friend
A companion 
And maybe even a lover
But we all search through this dream
This fantasy 
And we trust in love or fate
And that has worked
But the test comes after the question
And Hero ponders 
And drinks another barstool bottle
He believes that life will be sweeter, someday
Why wait for someday
It’s time silly Hero 
Time for your question 

Remember that place down on fourth street
We used to go in for a slice after work
The guy in there, I think his name was Joe, I really can’t remember
He used to spin the pizza right there on the tip of his finger
I was in town the other day
I thought I would stop in
I tell you, it’s not the same
Even though it still looks the same
It looks the same
But it will never be the same
Looks the same
It will never be the same
Still the same
It will never be the same
Still the same
It will never be the same


Did you hear about old Scotty
Boy, that guy used to like to have some fun
I don’t know how it all went so bad
He got wrapped up in some stuff he couldn’t handle
It all went south, now he’s living with his mom
I couldn’t believe it
I never thought it would happen to that guy
I stopped in to see him right after it happened
He was still the same old Scotty
Still the same
He’s not really the same
Somehow he’s the same
He’s never going to be the same
Still the same
He’ll never be the same
Still the same
He’ll never be the same
Still the same
He’ll never be the same


It’s good to talk to you, I guess it’s been a while
How’s your wife, how’s the kids, you know, how’s that job
Did you talk to anybody else anymore
Yeah, I don’t really talk to anybody, anymore
Me, you know me
I’m doing good, I never change
I stay the same
I think I’m the same
I’m still the same
Somehow, maybe I’m the same
Still the same
Not really the same
I stay the same
I guess I’m not the same at all
Stay the same
Nothing ever stays the same
Still the same
Nothing stays the same
Still the same
Nothing stays the same
Still the same
Nothing ever stays the same


I got a lot of old friends
Everyone of them started out as a new friend
So I guess I’ll go out and make a lot more new friends
Eventually, I’ll have a lot more old friends

Oddballs, old friends, and weird folk
Oddballs, old friends, and weird folk

I know some people that like to run their ship real tight
Everything’s got to be all hip and cool
Well, I know who I am and I know who I’m not
And I ain’t never been nobody’s fool

Oddballs, old friends, and weird folk
Oddballs, old friends, and weird folk

I’m listening to all the old songs on the radio
Sometimes a song, it can make me cry
I remember all the times that we we had 
And I remember the reasons why

I guess I’m doing ok
I’ll never be something that I’m not
I’m sitting here just being me
And being me is all that I got

Oddballs, old friends, and weird folk
Oddballs, old friends, and weird folk

I never ate lunch with the cool kids
You see, it used to bother me, now it don’t
There’s no such thing as a free lunch
Sha nonny nonny skiddley nont

Oddballs, old friends, and weird folk
Oddballs, old friends, and weird folk

I hug my friends when I see them 
Because, hey, you never know
See we’ve lost some friends before their time
I’ll sing another song before I go

Oddballs, old friends, and weird folk
Oddballs, old friends, and weird folk
Oddballs, old friends, and weird folk

When the end comes 
Well, you have to say goodbye
So long, see you later
Wish I didn’t have to go
Here I am checking out 
I bought the farm
Well, I wish I didn’t have to go

That which makes all men terrified
In which we are all glorified
That which makes the bravest man cry
An atheist will give a priest a chance
One day the old reaper will find you
There is no earthly way to hide
It’s inevitable you’ll die here
It’s just a waiting game
With his wicked scythe, he’ll cut you down
They’ll raise up that old burial mound
Poisoned, stabbed, old age, or drowned
He’ll find a way to claim you

When the end comes 
Well, you have to say goodbye
So long, see you later
Wish I didn’t have to go
Here I am checking out 
I bought the farm
Well, I wish I didn’t have to go

Black man, white man, and a patriot
Anarchist, trans, and a terrorist
People you know and all the people you hate
It’s a great equalizer
Car accident or a suicide
Medical complications, a genocide
Natural causes or a homicide 
So many different ways to go here
Heaven, hell, reincarnation
Purgatory, moral motivation
Darkness or a sunny vacation
Either way its the end, now

When the end comes 
Well, you have to say goodbye
So long, see you later
Wish I didn’t have to go
Here I am checking out 
I bought the farm
Well, I wish I didn’t have to go

For which all the songs have been song
That which makes scary movies fun
Makes a painter paint the setting sun
It’s artistic inspiration
It destroys life for a mother
Carves a great divide for two lovers
Please, don’t let my dog suffer
Here, we’ve all known some loss
It leaves us crying in it’s wake
Inflicting pain we just can’t take
Despite empty promises we make
It’s so hard to put them to rest

When the end comes 
Well, you have to say goodbye
So long, see you later
Wish I didn’t have to go
Here I am checking out 
I bought the farm
Well, I wish I didn’t have to go

I got questions I want answers to
Don’t think I can let go of you
Guess letting go is what you’d want me to do
So here I am moving on

Sitting in your living room
Listening to old vinyl records play
We’ll get up and practice our dancing moves
As we so often have a tendency to do
As the records spin around
I put my hands on the small of your back
With a pop, and a crack, a hiss, and a kiss
It goes something like this

Warm soft light coming from the lamp in the corner
I will hold you tight
Music is soft and low but it's pounding in my head
I will hold you tight
Spinning across the carpet with your hands on my shoulders
I'll hold you tight, did I mention I’d hold you tight
Oh, this is home
Oh, this is home

The following verse is from the Stomp Your Feet version only:
It's been so long since we heard that old song
We've been too busy just running around
It's Friday night, the kids are in bed, you're dozing in your chair
I whisper softly, do you remember how it goes
As the record spins around
I put my hands on the small of your back
With a pop, and a crack, a hiss, and a kiss
It goes something like this

Warm soft light coming from the lamp in the corner
I will hold you tight
Music is soft and low but it's pounding in my head
I will hold you tight
Spinning across the carpet with your hands on my shoulders
I'll hold you tight, did I mention I’d hold you tight
Oh, this is home
Oh, this is home 
Oh, this is home

Sitting on a bar stool, in this smoky haze
Got a gin and tonic to clear my mind
Sitting here thinking about the return of Jesus Christ
And the way it’s all gonna end
I ain’t no bible scholar but I read a page or two
He was here once, guess he’s coming back soon
Will it be a big, big bang or soft and gentle
Like the summertime rain on the old porch roof
Will I even notice, will I run outside to see
Jesus coming down through the clouds
He lifts me up, I’m flying high
Looking down on all you left below
When the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there


When we all get to heaven
What a day of rejoicing that will be
We’ll all be in paradise, but some of us more so than others
There’s a special place set up for the privileged
Body and blood of Christ, this holy meal
Well, it turns into a big fatty steak with 25 year old scotch 
Well, up there you have all them TV preachers who sent us to hell
Republican politicians will be there and maybe 2 or 3 lucky democrats
Super rich guys will be there with their super skinny wives
And the guys who were the stars of my high school
Well, I’ll be in there somewhere but I got to work harder than you
Make sure my appetites don’t get the best of me
When the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there


Well, I’ll be there with my hobo brothers
And all my dirty derelict friends
I haven’t always been real good, but I tried just the best that I could
This stuff doesn’t come easy
We’ll be sitting around feasting, we’ll be praising the Lord the best we know how
Like the Bible says, blessed are the poor
Blessed are the weak, blessed are the humble
Blessed are the kicked around and beat up
Blessed are the spit upon and blessed are the drunk, the dirty, the worthless
And blessed are the lonely
We’ll be there singing our drunken hobo praises
We’ll be happy just to be somewhere other than here
When the roll is called up yonder, I’ll be there

Now, there was an angel who had a sickle 
He came out from having it sharpened
When he came out, he ran into the angel
Who was in charge of tending the fire
Now this guy had work orders for the angel with the sickle
He told him that the grapes on Earth were ready
He said, take your sharp sickle and gather the ripe grapes 
That are hanging from the earth’s vine
So, that angel took his sickle and went across all the earth 
Swinging as he went
He gathered all the grapes and 
He threw all them grapes into the wine press 
That was built by God’s anger
All those grapes were trampled in the wine press and 
Blood flowed from it like a flood
As high as a man for 180 miles
Revelation

That smell gets me every time
It’s coffee and a hot griddle
You loved to make me some pancakes
Your kitchen was a special place

Pancakes dripping
Butter sliding
Syrup running down
Warms me up
And reminds me
Makes me think of you

Waking up to the sound of your radio
It’s fighting with the sizzle of the pan
Sounds like we’re having pancakes
Sounds like we can handle anything

Pancakes dripping
Butter sliding
Syrup running down
Warms me up
And reminds me
Makes me think of you

When I am feeling uncertain
Maybe even a little scared
I can always count on some pancakes
To make me feel ok

Pancakes dripping
Butter sliding
Syrup running down
Warms me up
And reminds me
Makes me think of you

That smell gets me every time
It’s coffee and a hot griddle
I love to make you some pancakes
Our kitchen is a special place
Our kitchen is a special place
Our kitchen is a special place

Pancakes dripping
Butter sliding
Syrup running down
Warms me up
And reminds me
Makes me think of you

Packing up my boyhood plans
I used to have so many
Going down to the second hand store
To pawn off this old guitar
To invest in something new
Got to buy a diamond ring

All my dreams went up in cash
Selling these foolish notions
I want to take care of you
Give up what I wanted 
To give you everything

Dreams are like wild horses 
Or maybe shooting stars
Even if you could catch them at all
You can’t hang on to them
We might not have much 
But we can always write a song about that

You, wishing I could play an old song
I used to know so many
So, you’re going down to the second hand store
To buy an old guitar
To invest in something new
You want to hear the song that won your heart

You bought my dreams 
And called them ours
You want to see me happy 
We are both happy
You’re all I’ve ever wanted
We have everything

Dreams are like wild horses 
Or maybe shooting stars
Even if you could catch them at all
You can’t hang on to them
We may never have much 
We’ll have each other
We’ll write a song about that
Write a song about that
Write a song about that


Pedal down now 
It’s ninety more miles to Portland, Maine
It’s getting darker now
Got to find a place to lay my head
Or maybe I’ll just keep going
Push on up the coast

I’m tired but I can’t sleep
Afraid to stop my car
My worries might catch up with me
The past has been haunting me 
Since the Mass, New Hampshire line

There’s something nice about feeling small
Like you could so completely disappear
There’s something safe about a big, big world
It makes it easy when you just want to hide
So, I’m driving on
Think I’ll just fade into the night
Think I’ll just fade into the night

Going somewhere
Don’t know where, it could be anywhere
I guess I’ll end up
Wherever this highway takes me
It’s not that I’m running
I just don’t want to be found

I’m lost but I’ll be back by next week
Afraid to stop myself
I might catch up with me
The past has been haunting me 
Since I let myself remember

There’s something nice about feeling small
Like you could so completely disappear
There’s something safe about a big, big world
It makes it easy when you just want to hide
So, I’m driving on
Think I’ll just fade into the night
Think I’ll just fade into the night
Think I’ll just fade into the night
Think I’ll just fade into the night
No one knows how things will end
So dangerous to promise
I could swear by the stars
What is that worth
With guesses and predictions
Who can know
No one knows what life will give
I’m wondering what life has for us
I want all life will give

Round and round and round and round
The years will pass
You with me, as I grow older
As you grow older, I’m with you
In life there are so many things to share
I want to share them all with you
I don’t want to miss anything

I have faith in one thing 
And one thing is for sure
When a blessing is this good
All you can do is say thank you
You can only speculate 
The reasons how or why
But we can’t know how it will end
I wouldn’t want to know the ending
The joy is finding out along the way
I want to journey there with you


Sometimes it’s hard
To catch your breath
Your chest gets tight
Oh, what a mess
You can’t see
Any good reason
You feel so foolish
This is happening again
Everything is spinning
Moving so fast
You don’t know how long
You can last

It’s OK
I know things are tough
It’s OK
You feel like you’re not enough
You want to scream
It won’t do any good
It doesn’t matter
That’s understood
So stand up
And raise your hand
And let us know
You’re here
I’m right here too

They said, time is a gift
Spread your wings and fly
But you just want to lay in a heap
Huddled up to cry
They said, it won’t kill you
It will surely make you stronger
But you don’t know 
If you can go on much longer
They said, it’s a shame
You should do great things
But all you can think of 
Is the fear tomorrow brings

It’s OK
I know things are tough
It’s OK
You feel like you’re not enough
You want to scream
But it won’t do any good
It doesn’t matter
That’s understood
So stand up
And raise your hand
And let us know
You’re here
I’m right here too

I’m screaming into the abyss
It seems no one hears
I’m calling out for help
But nobody cares
I’m giving up
I’m giving up again
I just can’t
Go on

It’s OK
I know things are tough
It’s OK
I feel like I’m not enough
I want to scream
But it won’t do any good
It doesn’t matter
That’s understood
So I’ll stand up
And raise my hand
And let you know
I’m here
We’re right here too

It's honey on my tongue
Hallelujah on my lips
It's the shiver down my spine
When I tuck her hair behind her ear

Shiver my timbers
Rest my soul
Hold my hand
Away we go

It’s waltzing down the boulevard
A lullaby screaming on the radio
It’s the rest for all my weary
When she lays her head down on my shoulder

Shiver my timbers
Rest my weary soul
Hold my hand
Away we go

It’s the stillness of an empty night
The loneliness at dawn
It’s the chicken soup comfort
Of hearing her voice repeating in my head

Shiver my timbers
Rest my weary soul
Hold my hand, now darling
And away we go

It’s her breath on my cheek
It’s the way she closes her eyes
It’s her hand in my hand
As you’re waiting for something to happen

Shiver my timbers
Rest my weary soul
Hold my hand, now darling
And away we go

The state came in 1908 and took my Grandpap’s farm
A handful of losses would surely save the masses
He watched his years rot away, he said he didn’t need it all anyway

Wash my feet in the rushing water
Crossing the river Jordan
The dust of earth passes down the drain
Crossing the river Jordan
Purified, sanctified, and baptized
Crossing the river Jordan
Crossing the river Jordan

The old man loaded up the boat and waited for the rain
A flood leaves behind debris and it carries off the trash
Water rises and the population is controlled

Wash my feet in the rushing water
Crossing the river Jordan
The dust of earth passes down the drain
Crossing the river Jordan
Purified, sanctified, and baptized
Crossing the river Jordan
Crossing the river Jordan

We have frail bones and rotten teeth
Disease is like water, a flood’s an epidemic
We’re left with scars, scars and purity

Wash my feet in the rushing water
Crossing the river Jordan
The dust of earth passes down the drain
Crossing the river Jordan
Purified, sanctified, and baptized
Crossing the river Jordan
Crossing the river Jordan
Crossing the river Jordan

Time for my daily sacrament of coffee
Everything is prepared just right
I sip it
Coffee’s cold


Well, most mornings it’s a real struggle for us to get out the door
I don’t know why, there is never a good reason for it
We just can’t get out the door in the morning
We’re always scratching and clawing and fighting and carrying on 
Just to get out the door
And I can remember one particular morning where things were real bad
We were as late as we’ve ever been
I did’t think we were gong to make it at all
I don’t know why but I was losing my mind
I was screaming and yelling and carrying on
Just yelling at everybody
I went into drill sergeant mode
You know, trying to get everybody lined up at the door
I don’t know why I did it, I’m not real proud of it
I don’t know why I did it
But I kicked open the back door like I was on a commando raid
I just kicked open the back door 
I’m yelling go, go, go, go, go
You know, just trying to get out the door
Then, we got to get big sis’ to the bus on time
So we are running up the hill 
Like we are storming a machine gunners nest in an old World War 2 movie
There’s kids hanging everywhere
There’s kids on my back
 It’s all knees and elbows
As we are running up the hill, yelling and carrying on
I don’t know how we are going to make it
But somehow we made it on time
I don’t know how
It was a Tuesday morning miracle my friends
We made it on time
Her day was saved
Don’t worry, we made it
Now we are headed back to the house 
To see what we’re gonna get into next
I feel like there was something I was doing before all this panic set in
Oh, that’s right, it was the sacrament of coffee
I had everything prepared just right 
But now you guessed it
Now I am drinking my coffee cold


Time for my daily sacrament of coffee
Everything is prepared just right
I sip it
Coffee’s cold


Well, then there is the phase
If you’ve had little kids, you’ll know this phase
If you’ve grown up with little kids in the house
You’ll understand this phase
It is the phase where you’ll be standing there minding your own business
You’ll just be minding your own business
And you feel a little tiny hand tugging on your pant leg
So naturally you look down
Because there is a tiny hand tugging on your pant leg
Somebody looks up at you and they say
Hey Pops, hey Pops, I got to go potty
You are right, you do have to go potty
You are peeing on my floor as we speak
Child, what is you problem
Why are you peeing on my floor
If you have to go potty, then get yourself to the potty
Don’t just stand there talking about it
What is you problem, child
I thought they said all you came housebroken
If I had known all this business
Things might’ve been real different around here
Well, then you find yourself on you hands and knees
Scrubbing urine out of the carpet
You’re trying to peel wet underwear off of a tiny little naked butt
There’s always something to clean up
There is always a mess around here
Maybe somebody got peanut butter on the cat again
Or they smeared their buttery toast all through their hair
That is hard to clean up
Or maybe there is a trail of coffee dribbles all through the kitchen
Hey, don’t judge me
I make messes too
It happens, you know, it happens
There is always a mess to clean up around here
There is always something
By the time you get done cleaning up all your messes
You guessed it
Now I am drinking my coffee cold


Time for my daily sacrament of coffee
Everything is prepared just right
I sip it
Coffee’s cold


Then there was this one perfect day
It was a magical day, everything was going Brother Jack’s way
I just couldn’t believe it
It was all working out perfect
I had hot, steamy coffee going on, there
It was all at the right time
And I poured myself a cup
I poured myself a perfect cup of coffee
And I set it down there on the stand
I was just getting ready to settle into the chair
And I looked down and there’s these big eyes looking up at me
These big eyes looking up at me
And they say, hey Pops, hey Pops
Your coffee smells so good
Your coffee smells so good and I know you love to drink the coffee
Can I have a little sip of your coffee
Well, that is sweet
You want to be like your dear old dad
But no, you can not have a sip of my coffee
I’ll tell you why
You see, this is the sacrament of coffee after all
Everything is prepared just right
And no you cannot have a sip of my coffee
This coffee is much too hot for you
You might burn your precious little mouth
And I don’t want you to burn your precious little mouth
So no, you cannot have a sip of my coffee
There you go, problem solved
We’ll be moving on now
I turn my back for a split second
I was just going to get a book to read
Everything’s got to be prepared just right
It is the sacrament of coffee after all 
So I just turned my back for a split second
Child, why would you put a crayon in my coffee cup
What is wrong with you
Oh Pops, oh Pops, don’t get mad at me
Don’t get mad at me, Pops, I was worried about you
I was worried about you
I was just trying to help you out
You see, you said your coffee was so hot
Pops, I didn’t want you to burn your precious little mouth
So, I thought if I put a crayon in your coffee cup
A crayon in your coffee cup might cool things off
And hey look
Now your coffee is pink


Time for my daily sacrament of coffee
Everything is prepared just right
I sip it
Coffee’s cold


Someday you’ll grow up and I’ll be left to my own devices
Maybe I’ll learn to play the organ or read a book without any pictures
There will be lots of occasions to fulfill the sacred sacrament of coffee
I’ll enjoy it completely and at the right time
But I know I will miss the days when I drank my coffee cold


Take all the romantic things 
That I’ve ever done
They don’t amount to much at all 
Without someone to hold
Take all my broken hearts 
And all the pain I’ve known
I would gladly bear them all again 
For one more time to see you smile

Say anything
Say anything at all
It’s enough, to see you sitting there
Don’t say anything at all

Take all the things, I’ve never said 
And all the songs never sung
They can’t compare with the unspoken word 
Whispered with your eyes
Take all the doubts we’ve ever had 
And throw them on the fire
Sifting trough the glowing embers 
To find the hope that remains

Say anything
Say anything at all
It’s enough, to see you sitting there
Don’t say anything at all

I’ll tell you a line now baby
Its all I’m gonna say
I’ll tell you a line now baby
It’s gonna have to be enough
Tell me what you’re thinking
I got to know what you’re thinking
It’s not enough to see you sitting there
You got to tell me something
Tell me something
Say it, say it, say it
I’ll tell you a line now baby
It’s gonna have to be enough
I’ll tell you a line now baby
Its all I’m gonna say
I got to know what you’re thinking
Just tell me what you’re thinking
It’s not enough to see you sitting there
Say something to me
Say something to me
Say anything
Say anything at all

Further up and farther in
Check the map, see how far we’ve gone
Moving on and moving fast
Don’t want to see where I’ve been
Oh, the shadowlands
Oh, the shadowlands

Down here where we all live
You can look down on everything
White is black and black is blacker
We’re so used to grey that we call it white
Oh, the shadowlands
Oh, the shadowlands

Eventually, we all lose someone we love
Everyone has known some loss
The thing is, how long will it take
Till you realize that they’re gone
Oh, the shadowlands
Oh, the shadowlands

Come to a place I’ve never been
I can see now I’ve never really loved at all
Everything I thought I knew
Was a shadow of what really is
Oh, the shadowlands
Oh, the shadowlands

Going across town on the 8th street bridge
Passing that old railroad yard
Noses to tails, they are lining up
As far as I can see here, it’s rusty old trains
As far as I can see here, it’s rusty old trains


Rusty old trains and burned out cars
Vacant store fronts down on the boulevard
Busted out windows down at the old churchyard
It’s the sign of the time
The face of our demise
It’s the sign of the time


My old grandma used to hang her laundry out
Hanging it all out for the whole world to see
Grandaddy’s underwear said made in the USA
Now we’re too embarrassed to hang our fat clothes out
We’re too embarrassed to hang our dirty clothes out


Rusty old trains and burned out cars
Vacant storefronts down on the boulevard
Busted out windows down at the old church yard
It’s the sign of the time
The face of our demise
The sign of the time


Everyone I know is in a great big hurry
The faster you go here the quicker you’ll get there
The end of the road is the same here for everyone
I’m going to take my time here and look at the scenery
I’m gonna take my time here and look at the scenery


Rusty old trains and burned out cars
Vacant storefronts down on the boulevard
Busted out windows down at the old church yard
It’s the sign of the time
The face of our demise
The sign of the time

Here I sit all on mine own
Chewing on some old chicken bones
He popped up right out of the ground
That old snake ate my radio
He slithered right up to me
Tickled my ear, as you please
He licked his snakey lips
That old snake ate my radio
They say rock and roll won’t save your soul
I don’t know nothing about no soul
I don’t have to worry about it anyway
That old snake ate my radio


Only news that I get now
Comes from inside the snake, low down
I hear it when he opens his mouth
That snake ate my radio
I only hear what he wants me to hear
The rest of the time it ain’t real clear
I think there’s something he doesn’t want me to hear
That old snake ate my radio
They say rock and roll won’t save your soul
I don’t know nothing about all that
I don’t have to worry about it anyway
That old snake ate my radio


I don’t know why the snake ate my radio
He’s got a taste for static, tubes, and the local weather
Lock your doors and pull the shades
That old snake will eat your radio
He’s got an endless appetite for radios
Anything noisy that hisses a lot
Look out now, it’s dead air
That old snake will eat your radio
They say rock and roll won’t save your soul
I don’t know nothing about your soul
It doesn’t matter anyhow
That old snake will eat your radio


He ate every radio in the world
All of them, every single radio
I said, what you gonna do now you ate all the radios
He said, get ready boy, I’m coming for your banjo
That old snake ate my radio

Sitting alone in my room
Listening to Louis Armstrong 
Sing his song
Imagining you are here with me
We’re dancing
What a wonderful world that would be
I can think of no better thing 
Than spending the whole day 
Just looking into your deep eyes
If you were here
We’d stay up all night 
We’re talking till I fell asleep 
With my head on your shoulder


 

I went walking late last night to
See what I could happen to see
Found an old moonshine still just
Sitting right there still for me
So I thought I’d pour some out
To see if it was still in use
Got no whiskey from the still but
Some old rotten corn juice

Heard there are people now who
Make their own motor fuel
They use a still like the old
Moonshiners used to do
Guess they’ve got places to go and they’d
Rather make their own than pay for gasoline
I’l take mine in a glass, I got nowhere
That important to be

Moonshine is still, made in a still
Whether for your car or to drink from a jar
Moonshine is still moonshine

The man doesn’t want you thinking 
For yourself all on your own
So he says it’s not real safe to make this stuff
You’ll end up a pile of bones
They want total reliance, so they can 
control the masses
They make it illegal to take care of 
your own brrrrrrr

Moonshine is still, made in a still
Whether for your car or to drink from a jar
Moonshine is still moonshine

I am not trying to be some kind of 
trouble making rebel
I just want to make my shine, 
Drink it down by the jar full
I say it’s time for all moonshiners to
Get together and unite
Whiskey and motor fuel,
We’ll drink a pint, drive our tractors at night

Moonshine is still, made in a still
Whether for your car or to drink from a jar
Moonshine is still moonshine

Today
I got up early
I couldn’t sleep 
My head was too full
Turned on the tv 
Looking for the news of the day
Well, the weather report 
Is the only news I need
A man says
If time would stop right now
You’d be stuck right here 
Where you are, forever
I’d be all right with that
And at that moment
I realize that

Suddenly we’re something
Maybe not suddenly
But definitely something
Something that had always been there 
But maybe we just didn’t see
I’m so glad that now I know 
What I want and how
We’re definitely without a doubt
Yes, we’re something now
Yes, we’re something now

Last night 
You looked at me just right
It was a magic moment
Like the ones in the movies
I know love is more 
Than a single moment
What I know for sure 
Is your look is all I want
I know 
If time would stop right now
I’d be stuck right here 
Looking at you forever
I’d be all right with that
At that moment
I realize that

Suddenly we’re something
Maybe not suddenly
But definitely something
Something that had always been there 
But maybe we just didn’t see
I’m so glad that now I know 
What I want and how
We’re definitely without a doubt
Yes, we’re something now
Yes, we’re something now
Yes, we’re something now
Amen

I got a letter from a friend of mine
She said she was just thinking about me
She was driving home on an overcast afternoon
Underneath a canopy of fall leaves
In life there are only a few guarantees
The leaves will change every autumn
In the springtime, they’ll return
You wonder how you ever lived without them
Have you ever had something happen
That takes you by surprise
Reminds you that you are alive
And you do, you do indeed feel
But me, I’m living from moment to moment
One little surprise to the next
Somehow you’re like the leaves
Always changing but always there
You always, yeah you always
You always surprise me


I called up a friend of mine
Said I was just thinking about her
I was driving home on a cool clear day
Just thanking God for all my blessings
Only a few things I know for sure
I can’t wait to hold you again
I can’t sleep when you’re not around
You remind me that everything is ok
Have you ever had something happen
That takes you by surprise
Reminds you, you are alive
And you do, you do indeed feel
I’m wanting to hold you close
It’s surprising how safe you are
I know we’re always changing
I’m not worried, you’re always there
You always, yeah you always
You always surprise me
You always, yeah you always
You always surprise me


What time is it
It's taco time, down at my house
Everybody's coming over tonight, it's taco time
It’s taco time, down at my house
Everybody’s coming over tonight, it’s taco time

I called up Grandma
I said, hey why don't you come over tonight
We're having a great big party, it's taco time 
She said, I wouldn't miss it
Boy, I love you so
What should I be bringing
I know, a meatloaf

It's taco time, down at my house
Everybody's coming over tonight, it's taco time
It’s taco time, down at my house
Everybody’s coming over tonight, it’s taco time

Uncle Leroy said he'd be there
He loves a good theme night
He said he had to stop on the way and pick up some tequila
I said don't worry about it there, Uncle Leroy
It's not that kind of party
He said, what you talking about, boy
It's taco time

It's taco time, down at my house
Everybody's coming over tonight, it's taco time
It’s taco time, down at my house
Everybody’s coming over tonight, it’s taco time

My wife makes really good guacamole
I heard a story the other day, about avocados
They said all the avocados in Mexico are controlled by the drug cartels
It made me feel bad about giving my money to organized crime
But avocados are oh so green and I love guacamole
My wife makes really good guacamole

It's taco time, down at my house
Everybody's coming over tonight, it's taco time
It’s taco time, down at my house
Everybody’s coming over tonight, it’s taco time

We got cheese and beans
We got chicken and beans
We got lettuce, onions, and beans
Did I mention we got the beans
My wife says it’s the same thing every time
She says, you eat too many refried beans
You're sleeping on the couch

It's taco time, down at my house
Everybody's coming over tonight, it's taco time
It’s taco time, down at my house
Everybody’s coming over tonight, it’s taco time
It’s taco time, down at my house
Everybody’s coming over tonight, it’s taco time

Jesus had a Thanksgiving too
You can read about it in the Bible
He had his twelve closest friends there
They were sitting there beside him
He sliced the bread and he poured the wine
He said, sorry boys but tomorrow I’m gonna die
They said, yeah right Jesus, yeah right, you ain’t going nowhere
Sure enough, they got up the next day and found out its all over
Maybe things haven’t gone the way you’d hoped for lately
Just hasn’t been the year you’d planned

Thanksgiving day
Football on the tv, got a turkey in the oven
Think I’ll have a little slice of pie for desert 
Thanksgiving day
Save a seat for Grandma
She would have loved to have been here
But we lost her earlier this year
Thanksgiving day
Everybody join hands now, its time to give thanks
Time to count your blessings and name your losses
Thanksgiving day
Thanksgiving day

Jesus liked to eat with crooks
He said drunks make better company
Than all them stiff religious folks
Filled with their pride and piety
People got mad and said hey man, hey man, hey man 
Why are you eating with all them losers and bums
He said, I was hungry did you give me something to eat
When I was thirsty did you give me something to drink
He said, no man, I’m sitting here with the people that love me
And I don’t care what you all think

Thanksgiving day
Football on the tv, got a turkey in the oven
Think I’ll have a little slice of pie for desert 
Thanksgiving day
Save a seat for Grandma
She would have loved to have been here
But we lost her earlier this year
Thanksgiving day
Everybody join hands now, its time to give thanks
Time to count your blessings and name your losses
Thanksgiving day
Thanksgiving day
Thanksgiving day
Thanksgiving day


I thought about writing you a poem
With words like cherish and adore
Too bad, I’m not a poet
I thought about picking you some flowers
I would put them in a vase with water
Too bad, they would make me sneeze
So, I’ll give you my hand
It’s all I can afford to lose
Hold it as long as you want to


This is the kind of song
Makes you feel like crying and you don’t know why
Reminds you, you’ve got no hand to hold
It’s for all the lonely, lonely people out there
Everybody feels lonely sometimes
So, here is my idea
I think all the people of the world who’s got no hand to hold
Should get together and hold each other

My love carries a photograph 
In a locket made of silver 
That delicately hangs around her neck
So precious to her is that 
Locket and its treasure of the 
Likeness of the man that she loves

Often in the morning, she can be 
Found polishing with a 
Piece of silk taken from a dress she used to wear
Seldom does an afternoon pass 
Where she can't be seen with 
The locket laying open in the palm of her hand
And every night, before she sleeps 
She kisses her love and gently hangs 
The locket on the post of her bed

My love carries a photograph 
In a locket made of silver
And the likeness is not of me

Neighbor to neighbor
And nose to nose
Fighting and fussing 
Is how it goes
You don’t agree
So, you’re wrong I’m sure
I yell at you
And then we fight some more
Your way is not my way
My way will never be your way
Maybe there is a third way
Where my way and your way
Can find a way 
To walk away 
My way and your way
Can find a way
To be the way

Night has come, the sun it is set
Night has come, the sun it is set
Night has come, the sun it is set
We’ll sing together in this dark night

Lay your tiny hand in mine
Lay your tiny hand in mine
Lay your tiny hand in mine
We’ll sing together in this dark night

We'll sing a song for the moon and for the stars
We'll sing a song for the moon and the stars
We'll sing a song for the moon and for the stars
We'll sing together on this dark night

Though the shadows around us have grown
Though the shadows around us have grown
Though the shadows around us have grown
We'll sing together on this dark night

There’s nothing to fear here, my darling, my dear
There’s nothing to fear here, my darling, my dear
There’s nothing to fear here, my darling, my dear
We'll sing together in this dark night

When the sun creeps over the top of the hill
When the sun creeps over the top of the hill
When the sun creeps over the top of the hill
We'll sing together in this new days light


The men work the forest
The lumber is cut 
The nails are pounded 
The platform is built
Up on the hilltop
You can see the world 
Up on the hillside
You can see it all 

Up on the platform
Construction has begun 
It must be sturdy
The bracings are strong 
There's a single beam pointed to the sky
From which a rope will hang 
There's a stiff rope hanging in the wind
From which I will hang, I will hang 

When I die, I'll stand before the throne. 
The book is opened, it's judgment day 
When I die, there's no going back
Rewards and the punishments, there's hell to pay 
When I die, I will be measured 
My life will be weighed, it's judgment day 

A knife in the back
Of someone I loved 
I put on a clean shirt 
And destroy the evidence 
The hounds tracked me down
You can run but you can't hide 
The judge said, son
With a crime like this, someone's got to pay 
No one else is gonna step up to take your place
For what it's worth son, for right or wrong, you're gonna hang
This is your judgment

When I die, I'll stand before the throne. 
The book is opened, it's judgment day 
When I die, there's no going back
Rewards and the punishments, there's hell to pay 
When I die, I will be measured 
My life will be weighed, it's judgment day 

The trap door opens
The moment has come 
The dry air 
Hits me in the face 

The rope goes tight 
And my body jerks 
I can feel my eyes bulge
I'm choking on my tongue 
Sucking for air, I'm fighting for air
Breathing is the only thing 
The crowd cheers
How many times will I bounce 
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 

When I die, I'll stand before the throne
The book is opened, it's judgment day

It was back in 1981
I was waiting on a bus
You came up to me and you said, hello
I think it was a Thursday
A few weeks later I moved in with you
Into your apartment over on 4th Ave

Our first date was a crosstown bus 
Our second was later that night down at Joey’s Bar
A couple of drinks and a jukebox singalong
Turns out your favorite songs were the same as mine
I was figuring on a one night stand
It's lasted for three years

St Valentine’s day massacre
Seven men were killed
Add one more to the list, now baby
This love is gonna be the death of me

One morning last week I was sipping my coffee
Just trying to figure out how I had gotten here
I guess I got used to having somebody around
You liked waking up with me there
This hasn't always been great but it’s certainly never been bad
Thinking about it, I guess it's just been really, really good

St Valentine's day massacre
Seven men were killed
Add one more to the list, now baby
This love is gonna be the death of me

It was back in 1929
Seven men were shot
They were mobsters and they were fully armed
Confronted and killed without a fight
I guess this love is kind of like that slaying
I never saw you coming, I just fell into you without a fight

St Valentine's day massacre
Seven men were killed
Add one more to that list, now baby
This love is gonna be the death of me
This love is gonna be the death of me
This love is gonna be, oh you will be
The death of me

When the visitors come from outer space
Will they find anyone left of the human race

Will we all be destroyed by an evil pandemic
Because our fussing and fighting is so systemic

Republicans versus Democrats, the virus doesn’t care
Lock-downers versus opener-uppers, the virus doesn’t care

The richest among us, they are holed up with their maids
While the weak and the old wheeze away their last days

Scratching and clawing, we want to control what we don’t know
It’s got to be my way or the highway, I don’t want to end up alone

Instead of the problem, we fight each other, it’s an enemy we understand
I gotta have what’s mine and damn my fellow man

When the visitors come from outer space
Will they find anyone left in the human race

Judy Garland died on the toilet
From a drug overdose
Elvis Presley also died on the toilet
From an alleged heart attack
Arius of Constantinople died on the toilet
Ironically, it was explosive diarrhea 
King Edmund II died on the toilet
He was stabbed with a knife
Wenceslaus III was also stabbed on the toilet
Except they got him with a spear
Catherine the Great died on the toilet 
For her it was a stroke
That guy from Jurassic Park dies on the toilet
For him it was the T-Rex
When I die, there’s lots of places I could be
There’s at least one place I don’t want to be
I just don’t want to die sitting on the toilet

When I die, die, die, die
When I die, die, die, die
Don’t want to die, sitting where I go

I could die in my sleep 
When I’m a real old man
I could die speeding down the road
In a ‘79 Trans-Am
I just don’t want to go
Sitting where I go
I just don’t want to die
Sitting on the throne

When I die, die, die, die
When I die, die, die, die
Don’t want to die, sitting where I go

I could die from a snake bite
A real live poisonous snake
I could die at your birthday party
Choking on a piece of cake
I just don’t want to go
Sitting where I go
I just don’t want to die
Sitting on the throne

When I die, die, die, die
When I die, die, die, die
Don’t want to die, sitting where I go

I could die tortured and flayed
By a psychopath on the loose
I could die, trampled
By a heard of angry moose
I just don’t want to go
Sitting where I go
I just don’t want to die
Sitting on the john

When I die, die, die, die
When I die, die, die, die
Don’t want to die, sitting where I go

It’s Friday night, I’m on the hooch again
I promised myself I’d stay sober today
I put on my cleanest shirt and I comb my hair
I’m headed out for a couple of beers
It’s a dollar in the old jukebox
Something to occupy my time

There’s an old whiskey bottle over the fridge
That I keep my Jesus in
When I’m feeling bad or down on my luck
I take a big swig and swallow him up
This is my saving grace
It holds me tight

When Jesus walked here on Earth
He turned water into wine
I bet he was, he was a hell of a wine maker
If he was here, I’d cry him a bucket of tears
Like in the Bible, I perform a miracle
It’s a miracle I got up today at all

There’s an old whiskey bottle over the fridge
That I keep my Jesus in 
When I’m feeling bad or down on my luck
I take a big swig and swallow him up
This is my saving grace
It holds my tight

I’m tired of looking through blood shot windows
And trying to cut through the haze
You can throw me out, throw me out with the old bath water
I ain’t no good to anyone anymore
Someday, I’ll smash that bottle 
And set my savior free

Call it what you will
Knowing for sure or just being scared
I’ve been through it all

I’m out of excuses 
I guess it’s time

I can see in you 
You believe in me
Loyalty is everything
I know I’ll be loyal
I want to spend my life 
Learning how to make you happy
I want to spend my life 
Just holding you
Only one thing left to do
All I know is what my heart desires
My heart desires you
All I want is you
Will you

Turn off the television, it’s all bad news
It’s just your local weather report and other half truths
If you really got to know if it’s raining, than open up your window
And let it all come in
Let that rain come in

Windows open and the fresh air is coming in
There’s a kid on my lap and a cat upon my feet
We’re just tying to cuddle up close
We’re never gonna shut that window
We’ll never shut our window

There is a wildfire with a hungry appetite
It’s licking up everything and it’s flexing it’s might
Air is thick, the sky is weird, they can no longer open their windows
I’ll open mine while I can
Open your windows while you still can

Windows open and the fresh air is coming in
There’s a kid on my lap and a cat upon my feet
We’re just trying to cuddle up close
We’re never gonna shut that window
We’ll never shut out window

There are some people outside screaming about some stuff
I don’t really want to hear what they’re saying, I’ve had enough
I could start shouting back.  I think I’ll turn up my music instead
Open up my windows, play it real loud
Open up my windows

Windows open and the fresh air is coming in
There’s a kid on my lap and a cat upon my feet
We’re just trying to cuddle up close
We’re never gonna shut that window
We’ll never shut that window

This dark valley, this dark valley
This dark valley, I’m walking through
This dark valley, this dark valley
This dark valley, that I’m walking on through

Well, my pack is getting heavy 
It’s getting heavy when I’m walking through
This old pack of mine is getting heavy
It’s getting heavy while I’m walking through

Well, I lay down my old burdens
Yeah, I lay ‘em down and walk on through
Well, I lay down my old burdens
Yeah, I lay ‘em down, keep walking through

Now, I’m swimming in those still waters
I’m swimming then I walk on through
I’m swimming in those still waters
Yeah, I take a dip and walk on through

I’m rolling in green pastures
I roll along and walk on through
I’m rolling in green pastures
Now, I’m rolling my way through

This dark valley, this dark valley
This dark valley, I’m walking through
This dark valley, this dark valley
This dark valley, that I’m walking on through