1.
The Land of Opportunity
2. It's In The Eyes
3. You're Imagining Things
4.
Mudville Flats
5. You Only Die Once
6. Stranded
7. Follow Your Dreams
8.
Life Isn't Fair
9. Music Hall Barista
10.The Night Winds Wail
11. In
Vintage Form
12. Even An Organ Grinder Must Make A Living
13. Balcony
14.
The Obvious Question
15. Nothin' Can Keep Your Heart From Breakin'
16. In
The End
17. The Sea Was Singing
18. Limousine THE LAND OF OPPORTUNITY
I am looking for some sort of change
Is this anxiety a product of
All of the business left unattended?
A pile of problems that has become a
mountain
I do not wish to be anything less
Than spectacular Don't
go gently, babe
Take it fast
I've got nothing left to say
No more
moves to make
No more promises to fake
No more questions to avoid
No more truths to ignore In this land of opportunity
Oh, this land of
opportunity This is right
There are only a few things
That really
matter
But I do believe in the
44th quadrant
The 30th brigade
Where the sailors saw their homecoming
As a loser's promenade
Watch the
tides in glory
As the sudden services start to cascade Arriving at services
This is our first show
Bleed the complete body
Inspect yourself for inconsistencies
Replace your faith
Feel sorry about the changes The land of opportunity
The land of opportunity Hopefully you meet your match
Some folks get
heavily into the mechanics
Of how to produce the ideal product
I do not
wish to work so hard
I want to get rid
Of the bad things and the fears
I heard
From the Boston Bard But maybe I've arrived here
To shake
things up
Make it new again
Start to interrupt
The wheel that is spinning
As you have one relationship
A fine house
A fine family
A fine home
A dog and two cats
I think I've gone crazy
Every time I see a beautiful
girl The land of opportunity
The land of opportunity Am I going to
be part of society?
Or am I going to separate myself from it?
I want
to be productive
To package all creative endeavors into Some form that is
saleable The land of opportunity
The land where someone suffers and someone
gains
Do you have a better solution?
Let's see you carry it out
Let's
see you rage against the powers of fate
If you have reached old age
Without
being saved The land of opportunity
The land of opportunity IT'S
IN THE EYES When I looked into her eyes
I saw her future
She was
a child
But the trouble she'd seen
Made it so that her eyes were not childlike
She was weightless and warm
Yet her eyes showed the burden
Would she grow
up to be a beggar?
Or a harlot? I have often been intoxicated
By
memories of my youth
And feelings of love at that age
Now, seeing this
child,
With a harlot's eyes
A part of my notion of a child
And my
present and future
Curls in the weightless haze
And dies Get lost
in the morning fog
The milky mist
Through the wet grass
Gone are the
gray skies
And your lusterless eyes Why is it that you insist on caring
for me?
I try to push away
And go after that force that is daring me
But you won't stop loving
And you are the reason that I rage on Your face
is the answer
Your face is the refuge I seem to forget things
I need
something to cling to
And it is you YOU'RE IMAGINING THINGS
You imagine that things will turn out all right
Ride the surf as the mist
shrouds the stars' light
You try to escape the people you know
Wipe the
slate clean, there's somewhere to go
Far from where expectations
Set your
world aglow
But nothing means much
Aside from the moment you're in
As you walk along Barnaby Street
And the bungalow in the wet night
As
the stars swim Joy swells, fear sings
But remember that you're just imagining
things You stand at the door
Defeated by life
Take a seat on the couch
Obsess that your wife
Is not the one you want to spend your time with
You are defeated
Don't feel defeated
Don't feel cheated
When you get
what you want
And find that it's not enough Joy swells, fear sings
But remember that you're just imagining things As she stand before me
I think that I'm in love
I don't know if it matters who she is
As she
stares above
At the wet-laced smoking tower
Where the wives and children
cower
I could love you in my final hour
But I'll leave before love goes
sour
You know I can't make changes to everything
And I can't relive the
past
The boat is sailing, baby
I can only steer as it moves so fast
Joy swells, fear sings
But remember that you're just imagining things
MUDVILLE FLATS Rising upon some foreign shore
He's the last of
the troubadours
Setting out to settle the score
Before the light goes
out and someone chains him to the door Taxi's setting out
Don't know what
it's about
It was a sad and long drought
But he loved you beyond the shadow
of a doubt Goin' down to Mudville Flats
Goin' down to Mudville Flats
She always stops by
But never stays for long
To know someone beyond just
an acquaintance
Makes a relationship A man is desperate; his world gets
desolate
Doesn't want to lose his edge
Bottles it up inside
And can't
help but jump the hedge Goin' down to Mudville Flats
Goin' down to Mudville
Flats YOU ONLY DIE ONCE If it's just a dreamless sleep
Where
all are gathered in one night
What could be better?
And who would want
to see the morning light? You can only die once
Might as well not ponder
it a bunch And if I chance to go to another place where
We meet the strangers
and the loved ones
We always hoped we'd meet
That would be beautiful
You only die once
Might as well not ponder it a bunch As Hades dropped
behind the sunset
And we walked upon a bluer beach
Who could hope for
truer
And more pleasant company? You can only die once
Might as well
not ponder it a bunch STRANDED Well, I'm Stranded
Out on
Bourbon Street
Stranded
Between the idea and the reality of a dream
40 days on the road
Sometimes it's hard to get on
40 nights in the commode
and I explode
Where can you walk to meet the dawn? And I'm Stranded
With a soft defeat
Stranded
The heart of a dream deferred As the dreamer
goes to meet
His mother mercy
As she gently weeps
Do not worry now
It's not bad to be Stranded
Comfort drives me crazy, can't you see?
In the spot where you were branded
With the lies that people spread about
you and me Stranded
Stranded
Stranded FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS
"Follow your dreams,"
Your teacher says,
"Grow tall and wild
But ignite the spark of a child
Fly to the edges of the earth
Be liberal
in your ways" I don't really know what it means
But I know that it's popular
To advise the kid's to follow their dreams "But how?" Says the child
"To
deal with society, one must conform
One must repress one's dreams
One
must become civilized" I don't really know what it means
But I know that
it's popular
To advise the kid's to follow their dreams LIFE ISN'T
FAIR Where there's only an empty beer bottle
And a nameless face
You have always been OK
As you stand by your car I'm reminded of how you
had such
A firm idea of who you wanted to become We've gotten older
The ideas more disillusioned Crime and justice
And that scene from the
1930's movie we watched We'll walk through gold halls
At glass floored
banquets You'll show me your book
Where the chief point is that Life
isn't fair
No, life isn't fair Wherever you take it
I've already been
there With all your bad habits
You pray someone can hear you You want
someone to understand
You want someone to grab the candlestick But life
isn't fair
No, life isn't fair MUSIC HALL BARISTA And I'll
try to fault you for
Illusive reveries
And the open decision
To follow
your dreams But I love it
I love what you've become
Even though I
know you're not the golden one Don't ever endeavor
To not be clever
Enough to strike out on your own You're a music hall barista
And the profession
sure fits ya
You're a music hall barista
Go party with all the other like-minded
individuals And I guess we'll always end up alone
Outside in the winter
A head made of summer
You can say what you want
But I've already made
up my mind You're a music hall barista
And the profession sure fits ya
You're a music hall barista
Go party with all the other like-minded individuals
THE NIGHT WINDS WAIL Pale, pale, pale
Hail, hail, hail
Cold, cold face
Hear the night winds wail So you'll go write a book
About a place in the country
Where the characters all make sure
No one
is hungry
And everyone ends up with the
Girl of his dreams
And the
undertaker
Shakes the clocks as the building careens Pale, pale, pale
Hail, hail, hail
Cold, cold face
Hear the night winds wail I want
to believe the words that I write
I want to be safe in this room tonight
I want for my memories to dance
As they did in their day
I want the clouds
to be white
I want the sun to spot
I want to make it real enough Pale,
pale, pale
Hail, hail, hail
Cold, cold face
Hear the night winds wail
IN VINTAGE FORM Sun was setting as she looked at me
She never
thought of parting
I looked behind her, into the trees
She asked, "Are
you capable of real love?" If you should need somebody tonight
While the
stars buzz soft and you sit by the light
I think I'd remember the summer
And I'm coming back, coming back Girl you were never the norm
And I love
to see you in vintage form I took a drink, she looked at me
There is no
danger right now
But if you learn to hate me
I think a strange smile disarms
the anger, somehow So then let's leave tomorrow
Take a look in my eyes
You've got commitments tonight
And you wouldn't break them for the world
Girl you were always so far from the norm
And it's good to see you in vintage
form Even though you want to laze around
And dream of chances that you
might take
If you had the daring and did a little less caring
You'd convince
me that you'd like to be on the make Vintage form
Vintage form
EVEN AN ORGAN GRINDER MUST MAKE A LIVING Now you're in your bedroom
While secrets bake
Like hidden items in your closet
That won't be seen
too soon
Unless an earthquake comes
And messes up your tomb Far away,
through the Leslies
The wobbling melody plays
You never see the fingers
that are so giving
But even an organ grinder must make a living I won't
choke
On all this talk about hope
We'll go to town
And party with
the city folk
While the pianist sits in the back
Grinding out his tunes
Memories last a lifetime Far away, through the Leslies
The warbling melody
plays
You never see those fingers that are so giving
But even an organ
grinder must make a living Let somebody else go and do the work
While
you sit and sip on boat drinks with an ebullient smirk
I'll try to throw it
off
And say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Then I'll take the credit
For
all your work
I think I heard a whisper
It was the organ grinder's sigh
Far away, through the Leslies
The warbling melody plays
You never
see those fingers that are so damn giving
Even an organ grinder must earn
a living BALCONY We sat out on the balcony
I was a little drunk
And felt charming as I often do
When a little drunk And you looked at
me with eyes
Full of love and admiration
And told me how I
Seemed
to inspire your thoughts and inclinations You were attracted by what you thought
I could offer
Things beyond us
You threw a bottle into the sea
And
I swore that I loved you
Out on the balcony But then it ended
You
pushed me away
Perhaps some hint caused it, some hint
That tipped you
off about the fact
That I was not what you thought I was But tell me,
after running into you tonight
And I know you have engagements
And problems
to make right
But tell me why it changed?
Such a bold thing to experience
People come and go
Let's put aside all the trappings of politeness
Let's be honest
There's constant change inside my brain
Was it me who
changed or was it you?
Out on the balcony THE OBVIOUS QUESTION
As you pulled away
You become more real for me As you pulled away
Is that always how it is? As you pulled away
How did I become this problem
for you? I'm not sure I can express
The one, obvious question
The
obvious question As you pulled away
I guess I can't explain why I should
love you As you pulled away
One who is so unaffected by romance As
you pulled away
So fiery, so beautiful I'm not sure I can express
The one obvious question
The obvious question As you pulled away
You
who, for a brief moment, were enthralled by me And what I represent
Perhaps
my expressions of the feeling I have about Illusive romances are too obtuse
For your sense of pragmatism And I'm not sure I can express
The one
obvious question
The obvious question NOTHING CAN KEEP YOUR HEART FROM
BREAKIN' Turn out the light
Surrender yourself to the bedroom
Arrive at a job
You know there are others who have what you want
But you
never thought you would
Come away with the love You hunt through clubs
And the all-night hotels
And you long for that feeling that you knew so well
As you stand like a stranger
In the bedroom
Haunted by the stars and your
grandpa the moon
He looks down on you
And says this is what's true
Well nothin' can keep your heart from breakin'
You either the taker or the
one who's love is for taking So you glide through the photo albums
Realizing
that you never quite understood
The things you thought you learned many years
before
And you remember to forget the thing you realized long ago
That
no matter how happy you are
There's always somewhere to go
And things
create change so slow In halls filled with strangers
Schmoozing and dining
away
Like oceans waves, crashing upon this green bay
And you my dear
Were like a breast of light, so clear
And I'm sorry I've hurt you
But
you've hurt me as well, I fear We've got a couple choices
And we've got
to push through Well nothin can keep your heart from breakin'
You either
the taker or the one who's love is for taking So I'll hop in the car
And
drive away and make resolutions
Ponder the past and how
I can receive
retribution
And maybe your face will grow
More beautiful as I drive away
But it can't make me feel better
I can't stay
I can't stay Nothin'
can keep your heart from breakin'
If you give your love it's a choice that
you're makin' IN THE END In the end it is not your body of work
that matters
It's your relationships Every now and again
When the
hour is late
And you forget about time
And your last mistake You begin
again
When something shakes you up
You said things you never thought you'd
say
They came from deep
They didn't come out in the right way
And
you look at your house
Your wife
And say, "Who are you? Do we know each
other at all?" In the end
In the end it will all make sense Such a
small space
Between the time you think something
And what you say
But it shakes you up
Rattles the cage, sends you astray
And you can never
apologize
For that doesn't change what you said
And you can't view it
as something that got in the way So here we stand
With no obvious solution
More and more we see
The crime and its pollution In the end
In the
end it will all make sense THE SEA WAS SINGING What you said
Made me doubt who I am
I am my relationships
I don't want to be alone
But when I'm compelled to do as I feel
I am no different
You always play
devil's advocate
It helps that you're literate
But when the walls shake
And my senses shift
I imagine the days on the beach round the spit
The
sea was singing to me I am the people I commune with
You try to hop in
a car and drive away
To mend the wounds some other day
Perhaps along some
speedway
In a bar full of strangers
Who always look the other way
I am standing at the entrance
As you slip out the back
Running from my
problems
That you hope won't trace or follow your tracks The sea was singing
to me If it costs me $80 for a new tire
And I drive to where you feel
We are far enough out on the wire
All that you've demanded
Yet so little
you require The sea was singing to me LIMOUSINE Why do you
retreat
When the thing you desire is so close?
In the seasons before
You adore what you're deprived of the most You'll arrive in style
And
the ride will be wild
Bring on the limousine Yet it's sittin' here before
you
In a white and black leather dream
Winding through the corridors
Beyond the highway like a stream You'll arrive in style
And the ride will
be wild
Bring on the limousine Through plastic windows that make
You
face and blaze as you fray
Bust open a bottle, hit the city full throttle
When we've got tonight, who care's about the day? You'll arrive in style
And the ride will be wild
Bring on the limousine | 
