Songs: Everytime, Seven Canadas Geese, Words, Ship In The Bottle, I Know Nothing, 150 years Ago, Find, Rose Hill (featuring Edwin McCain), Rain, Better
EVERYTIME
Emily I found you traveling on a fall like wind. Somewhere between the road and a person that I call my friend. Mile high seasons turning green into gold. I would walk with you for days upon the Mt. Falcon road. I spent most last year shaking off a dusty past. I'm not around for long so things seem to seldom last. Must be a reason for the trouble I put myself through. Lonely is the ache inside everytime I think of you. Everytime I reach for you to take your hand you slip away. Home at last I'm easing back and your letter has found me here. Nows not the time for me hey you made that point crystal clear. I can't seem to recall the words I heard fall from your lips. Just before you faded off, slipped right through my fingertips.
SEVEN CANADAS GEESE
Well there's only seven Canadian Geese. Resting out on Deerwoode Lake. One of them longs and waits. For the return of his long lost mate. My house has been filled lady bugs. Ever since she's gone away. Tomcat says that's a real good sign. But they haven't brought any luck my way, no luck my way. I know how it feels to be sad and lonely, I know how it feels to be left behind, I know how it feels when you feel like dying, trying to hide those tears I've cried. This may be the final test, I wonder if I'll know the rest. You know I always would forgive you, after all, after all you put me through. Now I'm back on the road I'm just easing along. You are right here with me though I'm traveling alone. Got a dollar in my pocket and my thumb in the air. Just where I'm going I don't even care, no I don't even care.
WORDS
Well I woke up this morning with a hurricane in my head. Blinded by the wind and the rain. I guess I thought I could ride out that storm now I'm afraid of the choice I've made. Wearing that anger on your collar for the whole world to see the trouble you've been under. Carry that chip boy on your shoulder while the rest just suffer, under the weight of your boulder, while we are slowly growing older. Well you better make your words soft and sweet, cause you never know from day to day, which ones you'll have to eat. Lord you never know from day to day, which ones you'll have to eat. Truck showed up somewhere in Florida, I guess it had been about ten years. Just dropped down like a stone from the sky, hoping we might still be friends. A crook with a hook out on the road starting to believe all the lies he told. One winter's night in the Montana snow well all his pride he finally broke down and let it go. Tired of hiding from the man who stole the show. Well his words they cried truth and humility still you never know from day to day, which ones you'll have to eat. Well I took a little ride not long ago. To a far away land where the corn don't grow. And a dark haired woman climbed in my head and like a fool I believed every word she said. Words broken, won't you give me one or two to call my own. Words broken, they are just lines. Words broken won't you give me one or two that I can keep. Words broken they are just lines. Heading west from Ashland, boy where's your soul bound. Ten thousand feet up in the sky and on your face there is still a frown. Wearing that anger on your collar for the whole world to see the trouble you've been under. Carry that chip boy on your shoulder while the rest just suffer under the weight of your boulder, while we are slowly growing older. You better make your words soft and sweet cause you never know from day to day, which ones you'll have to eat. Lord you never know from day to day which ones you'll have to eat.
I KNOW NOTHING
You are poetic but clueless. About so many things around you. You come off better when your not wasted, trying to make some meaningless point-I know nothing, at all. You were only three million years off when you should have been forty thousand. And all you have to show for yourself, you've managed to roll into four hours, and I know nothing at all. Crossing over the Hudson River. I feel lost on some Yankee highway. Stayed up all night drinking and worrying. I don't know anymore today. But I know nothing, I know nothing at all.
There's an old dirt road in the mountains of my mind I walk down just for fun. There's cut off jeans and bare feet, skin browned by the sun. There's a well attended garden out back with food for your body and mind. There's a porch up front that holds up the sky for sipping in the evening time. Not completely desperate, unable to check out early. You left a do not disturb sign on life's door. You can't fake cause you can't act and your thinking to yourself. man you know your getting good, hiding from yourself. And your lost today in the same place you were yesterday, even though your wheels keep a rolling. Your lost today in the same place you were yesterday. Lines on your face don't you know they are showing. Not afraid of being alone I guess that makes you a loner. Sometimes in those solemn places I can find myself. Told you not to try so hard, soon you won't try at all. You didn't learn to walk my friend before you learned to crawl.
150 YEARS AGO
Everytime I would ask her to marry she would always say no. At her reply she would notice the relief written all over my face. She was wise enough to simply let me go. Said I should have lived, 150 years ago. Talking with a friend of mine today from Allentown. Three feet of snow had given him a case of cabin fever. He said year to year things here are great. We concluded we were born, 150 years too late. And our forefathers stole a life so wonderful and new, from a people who had one old, sacred and true. They have made life so easy we no more appreciate, I'm living in their lies, 150 years too late. I live way back in the mountains in the land of Cherokee. Four distinct seasons to live with and rolling mystery. A sense of home a most familair grace, I can dream even if, it's 150 years too late.
FIND
She's gone collecting pretty colored bottles for her kitchen window where the morning sun comes shining through. The rays and the glass get tangled up like lovers do, morning so beautiful by afternoon it was long gone. I close my eyes to a kalidscope of colors, yes I'm back to a place that I have often been. Ring in your navel lay you back upon the table girl I found you in heaven I must take you back again. I don't want to, want to, I don't want to give you back, cause I found you here. Not really looking yes I'm tired of defending, my collosal rise or maybe my tragic fall. Not really looking with eyes wide open, yes you are still missing all that you might find. You are the picture of mind, body, and spirit. You are three in one if I could only count that high. I saw you in a dream days before I met you girl, in a bedroom doorway in nothing but your skin.
RAIN
I went home for Christmas, just last year. Thought my family and friends might bring good cheer. Bottled pain and anger from years gone by has built a ring for bulls to collide. Don't let those tears rain down on the flames of the fire. I thought the critical stages had come to an end. hell I thought you might move on in. Then you ran back to the mountains where the cold snowy winds blow. If your having doubts, wanting out, I'll let you go. Don't let those tears rain down on the flames of the fire. Six stone pilars, one fragile life. Leaning on each other when lightening strikes. If one of them were to crumble, they would all crash to the ground. I want to stay to high to ever come down to the ground. Don't let those tears rain down on the flames of the fire.
BETTER
Bought a bottle of whisky, going to drink with my friend Bass, you know until my time comes. I find a way to make it pass and it's better to regret something you've done. Than something you left undone. Hanging on the phone, ma' bell she's loving me, she said boy why don't you go home. I don't know where that is but it's better to regret something you've done, than something you left undone. For richer for poorer, for better for worse, life is so short now, time won't fool us. Tomorrow might be better. Maybe we will make that run and darling if your feet get cold. I know where there is sun and it's better to regret something you've done. Than something you left undone.
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