YOU
LET 'EM DOWN Passing
glances
Passing ages
People lose their breath in smoky bars
Passing train
car
Passing sonar under stars
Fading stars You
let 'em down
Now you want 'em to choose you
You let 'em down
Was that
the worst you could do?
You let 'em down
Passing up
It's a strange place
to be
Don't let 'em down
You let yourself down, too Passing
romance
Passing slow dance
Passing hearts and bad guitars
Passing habits
Passing
tragically fought wars
They leave scars You
let 'em down
Now you want 'em to choose you
You let 'em down
Was that
the worst you could do?
You let 'em down
Passing up
It's a strange place
to be
Don't let 'em down
You let yourself down, too WAITERS
AND WANDERERS Once
I heard that Omaha was full of flowers
That could be true, but I never made
it there to see
Unless you take the trip to see with your own eyes
How can
you know what is true and what are lies?
If you have your friends that helps
I'm
so thankful that I have you All the waiters
and the wanderers
The painters and the salesman
They make sense of all that
they have seen
But we all see the same sea
And we all try to believe
Either
way, we can say
What will be will be So
Omaha, you have your history
I'm not sure I will ever know the specifics
But
I can learn, and earn and discern,
I can make it through this life
Without
having to look under every rock How can you
think we can tell others how to be?
All you can do is find some good company
I'm
so thankful that you saved me All the waiters
and the wanderers
The painters and the salesman
They make sense of all that
they have seen
But we all see the same sea
And we all try to believe
Either
way, we can say
What will be will be BEDFORD
STUY The
fire escape
Is attached to the room
The pipes are clanking
The piano's
in tune The analyst tried to look a gift horse
in the eye
The horse chased his tail and his tongue was tied
The red ball
was bouncing while the passionate cries
Were sounding from the apartment in
Bedford Stuy
The barrow is full of apples
and pears
The doors were all closing, the peddler was fair
The farmers market
in the summer air
I grasped for the fruit and she combed her hair
Moved
off to the country, made peace with the past
Sold off the 2.5 bedroom house
and had a good laugh
Called up old friends and affirmed we'd had a blast
Hunkered
down on a couch and prepared for the crash
SLIDE
PROJECTOR Young
man with a spray-on tan
Takes the slide projector to the basement
Checks
his soul at the door
Wants to get old, but time moves slowly What's
the matter with the world these days?
Full of fear and full of praise
We
don't know what to make of our good old phase What's
the reason for the words you said when you didn't know?
Why'd you have to act
like you had the answers?
Why'd you tell other people which direction was up
and what was down?
I think you should worry about gettin' yourself around Do
you have problems with commitments?
Can you do me a favor?
There is something
I need you to do
Did you get sick when she told on you? Crazy
how we think we know
I read those magazines
I read the sports section
I
update the blog and the close my eyes What's
the reason for the words you said when you didn't know?
Why'd you have to act
like you had the answers?
Why'd you tell other people which direction was up
and what was down?
I think you should worry about gettin' yourself around So
much information
So many words moving towards your ears
So few things you
know for sure
So big, this world is so big What's
the reason for the words you said when you didn't know?
Why'd you have to act
like you had the answers?
Why'd you tell other people which direction was up
and what was down?
I think you should worry about gettin' yourself around EIGHT
O'CLOCK There's
the clock…
It's an antique hourglass
Or something like it
The sand
is dropping
A minute is measured There's
the man…
Light hits his face
Music hits his ears
He loses his thoughts
They
are jumbled
The woman moves with the music
He likes how she moves
She
seems like
Part of the band The man shifts…
He
looks at a T.V. set
He grabs for some water
He sucks in the smoke
The
woman is moving
She's moving with someone else
He is watching
He is drinking
and imagining The band shifts…
There
are stars in the windows
There is perfume in the room
The thoughts are untamed
A
snare is cracking
He starts craving a bed
A headache hits his head
There
is smoke
He is drinking water Off she goes…
The
white hat of her suitor
A hand-stitched Italian suit
Draped across his body
Hanging
from his shoulders
To his ankles
And her arms are draped on him
They
are dancing to the exit
And our hero is sunk Off
he goes…
He's in a t-shirt
It's 30 degrees
He feels the weight of
the cold
His arms start to goosebump
He's feeling alone
His thoughts
are swirling It's eight o'clock
It's eight
o'clock
It's eight o'clock
It's eight o'clock
It's eight o'clock The
sand is dropping
A minute is measured BUS
DRIVER She
made me a PB and J sandwich
She put it in a brown bag in the fridge
Tomorrow
I'll be leavin' for my route
I feel lonely when I drive
Watch the windshield
wipers flap
Counting the swishes till I get to come back I
know this is gonna take eight hours
I count the minutes and fight the showers
I
want to be the man she wants to see
I'm drivin' 'neath the trees, a bus driver
The
bus driver gets the people
Where they need to be This
route is full of pimps and hoodlums
I had to call the police last night
Almost
caught a razor blade from a fist fight
It is something I can't quite describe
When
I get home to my wife
I just kiss her goodnight and she sighs I
know this is gonna take eight hours
I count the minutes and fight the showers
I
want to be the man she wants to see
I'm drivin' 'neath the trees, a bus driver
The
bus driver gets the people
Where they need to be HEAVEN
ON THE OTHER SIDE Kevin
puts the nose to the grindstone
Kevin puts his paychecks in piles
Kevin
distributes his money to make
A life that has a little more style
He sweats
and you bet
His heart is thumping loud, loud, loud
When is he gonna learn?
The
hard work doesn't really pay
It just makes him have a rough day The
weeks are rolling by
You see it in his eye
He says if I get to live
By
keepin' this job alive
I think I'd like to let it die
And find some heaven
on the other side He sweats and you bet
His
heart is thumping loud, loud, loud
When is he gonna learn? The
weeks are rolling by
You see it in his eye
He says if I get to live
By
keepin' this job alive
I think I'd like to let it die
And find some heaven
on the other side Kevin is craving the light
in her eye
He's craving the bar lights
He's looking for bar fights
He's
punching his clock
He's piling his prose
Putting his money in rows
All
these practitioners
Watch them pract-pract-practice
Kevin makes a break
He
knows he can escape FEED
MY SOUL (SHA-LA-LA) Rick's
son, the one with the shotgun
Took a trip to the hot sun
Caught a flight
and made break for the heat
Felt well, checked into a hotel
Room service
with a time bell
Sheets were crisp and he kicked up his feet
Don't believe
the story he relates
But some bright future awaits
He's knows he's found
a good week
And a good place to blow some dough Not
thinkin' bout the clock, the clock
Not thinkin' bout the goals, the goals
All
he wants is the comfort
And a brand new scene and some brand new clothes
It's
easy come, easy come
And easy go, easy go
No sense of obligation
Just
need a place to feed my soul
Sha La La, La La La
Sha La La, La La La Sue
walked, from college to home, about 10 blocks
She caught a few stares and a
few gawks
She felt the squeeze and the pressure to please
So she bought
tix, hit the airport, and then split
Went to Mexico and got in the mix
The
pressures of home drifted away on the breeze
White shirts, she's dancing, she's
happy
Rick's in the hotel bar, feeling fine
Might stay up all night or go
to sleep at nine
Sue says this is the way I want to live Not
thinkin' bout the clock, the clock
Not thinkin' bout the goals, the goals
All
she wants is the comfort
And a brand new scene and some brand new clothes
It's
easy come, easy come
And easy go, easy go
No sense of obligation
Just
need a place to feed my soul
Sha La La, La La La
Sha La La, La La La She
said she was rolled into a ball
At a very young age
It was off at college
That she vomited her story onto a page
It had been kicking up like some
bad Chinese food
It had been putting her in a bad mood
I'm glad to see she
got it out
And got away… Not thinkin'
bout the clock, the clock
Not thinkin' bout the goals, the goals
All she
wants is the comfort
And a brand new scene and some brand new clothes
It's
easy come, easy come
And easy go, easy go
No sense of obligation
Just
need a place to feed my soul
Sha La La, La La La
Sha La La, La La La HELLO
ABIGAIL Hello
Abigail,
Is there someone on the phone?
Do you sleep in silence?
Are
you still sleeping alone?
Is it true?
The Rome you know is really blue
I
don't see it like you do Hello Abigail
Are
you walkin' by cathedrals?
Do you walk among the birds?
Do they scatter
when they see you?
On the stones
I think there's someone on the phone
Are
you alone? Oh, you're everything to me
Oh,
you're everything to me
Oh, you're everything to me
Oh, you're everything
to me
Everything to me Hello Abigail
Are
you still writing in a journal?
Did your new friend sneak a peak
When you
were off looking for kernels
Of truth?
You were always after the truth
It
was so cute Hello Abigail
I would have called
but couldn't do it
When I try to tell you lies
You always see right through
it
Yes you do
Nobody knows me like you do
Are you still blue? Oh,
you're everything to me
Oh, you're everything to me
Oh, you're everything
to me
Oh, you're everything to me
Everything to me The
sun is shining on the sea
And I am typing on a sheet
The ribbon blew out
but I still type
People objected to your reasons
For being away from home
this season
But I trusted you knew what was right
Abby, when the day expires
And
you are lighting your new fires
I hope your thoughts of home are mostly good
They
really should be Hello Abigail
You have
many new friends
When I saw you in the picture
You were surrounded by ten
New templar-titan types
I know that you're all right
I see that now,
You can get on
Many, many miles from home Oh,
you're everything to me
Oh, you're everything to me
Oh, you're everything
to me
Oh, you're everything to me
Everything to me EVERY
MORNING I
am driving in a pretty nice car
I am riding by a beautiful beach In
the morning I jump up
And make sure
To be clear
To tell myself
Today
is a great day to do what I gotta do Don't
think those terrible things
We can be civil, we can be kind
Honesty is in
the way you say it
I think you can feel fine
If you say what you need to
say
And don't worry about what you don't have You're
living in a pretty nice home
You're walking down a pretty nice street In
the morning I jump up
And make sure
To be clear
To tell myself
Today
is a great day to do what I gotta do Nice clothes
Nice
stores
Neon signs, cars and lines
News images start to blind
Big business,
shoe polish
Is this not the American dream?
I think it's more about the
idea
Then the patina or the sheen You're
living in a pretty big world
You've had a pretty good ride In
the morning I jump up
And make sure
To be clear
To tell myself
Today
is a great day to do what I gotta do What did
we consume?
Who are these people in this room?
What is our tax and our
expense?
I think we can get on just fine The
air is full of light
The breath we take is full of life
Do we need any more? It
is a big, big basketball gym
And the game has to end But
who is gonna lose
And who is gonna win? Does
it matter?
Turn off the T.V. and tune out the chatter In
the morning I jump up
And make sure
To be clear
To tell myself
Today
is a great day to do what I gotta do
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