All the words

A Chance

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

Agoraphobia

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

Bleeding Time

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

Chicken Skin Shake

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




Kings and Queens

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

Lost Cause

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

Maps

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

Naked Eyes (Wedding Version)

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

Nostalgic

Remember that place down on fourth street
We used to go in for a slice after work
The guy there, I think his name was Joe, I really can’t remember
He used to spin the pizza up 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
But it’s still the same
It looks the same
But it will never be the same


Did you hear about old Scotty
Boy, that guy, that guy liked to have some fun
I don’t know how it went 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
Never thought it would happen to that guy
I stopped in to see him right after it happened
He was still the same old guy
Still the same
He’s not really the same
Somehow the same
He’s never really going to 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, and how’s that job
Did you talk to anybody else
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 the same
I’m still the same
Not really the same
I stay the same
Not the same at all
I stay the same
Nothing stays the same

Old Vinyl

(Original and Wedding Version)

Sitting in our 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 record spins around
I put my hand on the small of your back
With a pop and a crack and a hiss and a kiss
It goes something like this

Warm soft light 
Coming from the lamp in the corner
And I will hold you tight
Music is soft and low 
But it’s pounding in my head
And 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

As the record spins around
I put my hand on the small of your back
With a pop and a crack and a hiss and a kiss
It goes something like this

Warm soft light 
Coming from the lamp in the corner
And I will hold you tight
Music is soft and low 
But it’s pounding in my head
And I will hold you tight
Spinning across the carpet
With your hands, 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

Pancakes

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
Fighting with the sizzle of the pan
Sounds like it is going to be 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




Raise Your Hand

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

Rest My Soul

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 Way

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

Valentine’s Day Massacre

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

Visitors

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 systemic

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

The richest amongst us 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, 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 of the human race