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Lonely
04:20
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I’m down and out,
Like I’ve been dragged around
And I’ve been drained.
That’s how I feel today.
I’d been true to you,
But now you say we’re through.
And I didn’t see it come.
And now we’re done.
You were my one and only.
I feel alone, low, and lonely.
I’ve been ground down,
Jerked and pushed around
And I’ve seen the truth
About selfish you.
You were your one and only.
I feel alone, low, and lonely.
I guess I never knew you,
I know that you’re fine.
I know now you’re fine.
Now that you’ve left town
And left me here to drown
I can see that you
Were more scared than me.
And the pictures that I’ve seen
Of when you were good to me
Have grown old,
And now I know.
When you were my one and only,
I was alone, low, and lonely.
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2. |
Wish Me Well
03:32
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Broke and standing on the shoulder
By an empty station wagon
With just my thumb and my dad’s gas can
I walk until my dogs are barking
I ain’t never been much for walking
And I ain’t ever had a sunburn on my hand
How far to go is hard to tell
There ain’t no map so wish me well
Jobs in a kitchen won’t get you much
’Cept patience and avarice and wanderlust
Kitchen pay won’t get you much more
Traded the dishes for an ’83 wagon
Had my dad take a look under the hood
He said, ‘Take my old gas can, check the oil
You should be good.’
Wish me wide-open roads
Wish me a warm place to rest
Wish me a life of my own
Wish me only happiness
I get a ride back from a friendly man
Who lifts me back with a full gas can
I point her out and we pull up slow
I wave my thanks and start to roll
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3. |
Glow
02:45
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Leaving New York City
On the last night of a long run
Even the lights don’t seem pretty
And you’re sleeping all alone
This road’s patched up like a pair of old jeans
With covered over holes and filled in seams.
With every mile I love you more
I’ll be driving into the glow
‘Til the key hits my front door
I’ll be driving into the glow
Lonely conversations
I leave you crying on the phone
Radio and service stations
Seem to stretch a million miles ’til I get home.
Feeling beat like a dog - piled up under chains
Of hours and miles and waiting games
With every mile I love you more
I’ll be driving into the glow
Until the key hits my front door
I’ll be driving into the glow
Dreams don’t die they get put up onto shelves
By folks who think they’ll dream themselves
Say that we’ll keep trying…
Lengthy embraces
I brush the hair back from your face
Slumber awaits us
I drop my coat onto the floor.
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4. |
Good Girl
04:29
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Got a busted beat-up muffler,
You can hear it coming when I start it up
Before I head home to rest a while before going out again.
I hang my head and hope that she might
Look my way and think I’m all right,
But all I want is to find a good girl before going home.
Sometimes I get so scared that I just
Can’t stop talking to save my life
But other times I get so scared I can’t say a word.
The need for love can sometimes drive you
To go on out and search to find it
But the need for love can sometimes drive you down for a while.
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5. |
Independence Day
05:11
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Wake up all you dreamers
Open all your windows
Hang up all your streamers on the 4th of July.
Come out all you cowards
Step outside and shower your praise
On the heroes as they march by in the parade.
Do you remember how we’d sit, way back in 1976,
When the future seemed so bright in the bicentennial?
Though I was only four years old
I can remember how you’d hold me
On your shoulders to watch the men walk by
As Independence Day parades on by again.
Stand up all you old men
Shake the dust out of your limbs
And the memories of better men dying at your side.
Still you serve and protect
And hide the dark truths in your chest
So we all still believe it was neat and clean
Do you remember how we’d sit, way back in 1976,
When the future seemed so bright in the bicentennial?
Though I was only four years old
I can remember how you’d hold me
On your shoulders to watch the men walk by
As Independence Day parades on by again.
There’s a beauty in the silence
That comes just before the storm blows up
And showers all the people along the road.
Those who see it coming
Into their houses they run
As the parade splits and old men duck their heads.
Do you remember how we’d sit, way back in 1976,
When the future seemed so bright in the bicentennial?
Though I was only four years old
I can remember how you’d hold me
On your shoulder to watch the men walk by
As Independence Day parades on by again.
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6. |
Blue To Here
03:44
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Yes I hear you calling
I get lost in between my own ears
And I can’t even hear myself that well
We’re sitting on the porch
While the sun goes down
Listening to the cars
As they creep through town
When they slip away
Off into the dusk
Not the least of it
Is lost on us
It’s a long way down
It’s a long way down my dear
But it’s a long long way
From blue… to here.
We step out to get a bite
We open up the door and are greeted
By a cheery, talking, laughing, working crowd
There’s a man sitting on a crate
By a kitchen door
On a short smoke break
For a ‘minute more…’
Flicks his cigarette
Off into the breeze
And the last wisp of smoke
Slips up to the trees
It’s a long way down
It’s a long way down my dear
But it’s a long long way
From blue… to here.
When I’m far away and I close my eyes
I hope that I awake to find you by my side.
It’s a long way down
It’s a long way down my dear
But it’s a long long way
From blue… to here.
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7. |
You Don’t Know Me
04:19
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If I came away unscathed, would I open up my heart
Just to watch you stamp it out again?
Will I feel the way I do when oh-so many
Secrets held in for so long finally are revealed?
You don’t know me now,
You don’t know me any,
I could see you falling for me,
Then you ran.
Will I stand alone again, twisting in the wind,
Like a weed alone below some cold, dark river?
Or am I beaten down too hard to open up again,
And will I die a lonely, old, and bitter man?
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8. |
Don’t Leave
04:09
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Left home at twenty-two,
Found out that money and dues
Were all he had to pay for being on his own.
Couldn’t afford a box-spring bed,
At night he felt like his dreams all turned up dead,
And all his waiting for a break was all in vain.
Don’t leave me now,
Don’t lead me down,
Don’t ever let me go,
Good god, I’ll be alone,
Don’t leave me in the cold
When my heart’s so full of holes.
Slipped up on the job some days,
Overslept and he’d go in late,
All the while tryin’ to catch a break
And start all over again
His girlfriend had let him go
And all the signs were there to show,
His friends tried to soften the blow
But he denied it all somehow.
All the time he’d had to waste…
All the words he’d left untasted…
All the times he’d tried to break away and run…
Time passed and he found a wife
Who brought hime joy, but still he’d wake some nights
Saying “Don’t go… Don’t go”
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9. |
Sugarbowl
02:30
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You’re a sugarbowl baby
‘Cause everything you do is just so sweet
You’re a sweet dream darlin’
And I hide you behind my eyes when I sleep
When I’m gone I turn my pillow
Toward your side - it’s true
It’s not the same here without you
I’m bone tired today
But I’m awake here just the same
Deck of cards - time to drive - time to think
It only makes you sink
You’re a phone line feeling
Breaking up the miles away from home
I’m a piggy bank baby
Saving you up wherever I go
I’m bone tired today
But I’m awake here just the same
Greasy guitar strings
Let’s see what it all brings
You’re a slow waltz sweetheart
I’m a foot on your foot fool for you
You’re a sugar bowl baby
‘Cause sweet is everything you do
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10. |
Doldrums
04:52
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Pauly works at one of them ‘You Call – We Haul’ places
Friday nights he rounds ’em up down by the bars
Where the drunks can’t stand up,
Let alone drive away their cars
And he gets fifty bucks every time he takes a ride
Eight years old – his mom was dead and gone
Pop worked at the ”Drink Tank” slingin’ booze ‘til dawn
He’d sit in a back booth where people carved their names
And watched the people play their stupid people games
Drifting in the doldrums again
Waiting on some wind to come
Mary Frank is rosy all the time
Skin like a snowfall – hair like a coalmine
Opens the restaurant every five AM
Turns the key and Pauly comes walking in
He brightens up again every time she smiles
She makes some coffee and they sit and talk awhile
Drifting in the doldrums again
Waiting on some wind to come
The days come so slow
Love lingers – lays so low
Whichever way the wind does blow
Let it blow
The sky is clothed in violet
Mary holds her own hand waiting on a ring
Pauly waits to see what the next day will bring around
To see what the wind will bring
Drifting in the doldrums again
Waiting on some wind to come
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11. |
Postcard
03:53
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Sitting at a bus stop clutching to a postcard
Feeling on fire
He never told her anything
He always kept it short and sweet
Holding distance safely
Now he’s building up his walls again
Always planning on the end
Summer ends with a fall
’Til there’s no colors at all
Lonely, wishing
She was close by now
It’s such a long way there
Back to Colchester County
He envisions her waiting
With more explanations
His eyes work it over again -
Her tangled handwriting
No love given - no love lost
The strangers seem closer than anyone that he knows
He pulls his coat closer and he stares out the window
The hours make him shiver as the bus tumbles on
’Til he sees her waiting and feels his cheek in her palm.
Lonely, wishing
She felt close by now.
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12. |
Still
04:04
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Days come dripping like rain from the gutters
Into alleyways and roads, then running down hill.
Still you walk and breath the ghosts
Of those that you had loved the most
And wonder in your heart if they’re doing all right.
Still you wish to wake beside her
Or feel her climb in bed beside you,
Or wish that you could make her smile.
Still it hurts to think of her goodbye.
Questions they will drip and fall
Like water through an old rock walk,
Or a spigot that you can’t shut off,
Though you keep on turning.
Still you wish to run and hide
And tell yourself that you never tried
Though you know full well it’s a blatant lie,
Sometimes it seems easier.
So you watch the kids come home from school
Across the street feeling like they’re freed from pens,
And digging into desks.
But your heart feels like it’s been gouged out
And still you can’t believe that somebody so good
Could make you feel so bad.
So you wonder if love’s a toy you broke,
Or someone’s mean and rotten joke
Meant to slip you up, or trip you down,
And dump you on your head.
And the thing that frightens you the most
Is still you haven’t got a clue
And worst of all you know that it ain’t for a lack of tryin’.
And you know you’ll never wake beside her,
Or feel her climb in bed beside you,
Or wish that you would make her smile,
And you’ll always hurt to think of her goodbye.
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Say ZuZu New Hampshire
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