Aids
everywhere she looks
she looks through the corner of her eye
every time she left
she never turned to say goodbye
swaying in the corner of the ballroom
alone by the music
she looked like a spiderweb

fresh from the war
he complements her bedroom decor
she crawled in there like water
she drowned in there on the floor
she left him gasping for air
and crying for more.
and the morning sun was embarrassed to find them
lying together
neither could remember the other's name
he stepped out of her mind
and into the hall
and they never saw each other again.
whoa...
and someone gave her a manual of love in the world today
and that page is not pulpy because there is no proper way
it's so easy for those with the unclenching eye
to find some unfulfilled human being to fry
she is looking for the kisses that she never got at home
her lips are puckered and she is walking alone
and if she ends up with some dirty hot disease
its a small price she pays for the need to be pleased.
and there are too few who open both eyes
we sit back in our easy chairs and try to sympathize
but whether from the point of a needle
or the edge of her bed
our heroine like too many others now is dead
and lisa is lucky, she ended up with a baby boy
she's 16 years old, doesn't know her body's not a toy
joel is hungry, he is doing the town
andrea is on the rebound.
walk to the corner and run from what you find
we have to abort our cannibalistic state of mind.
everywhere she looked
she looked through the corner of her eye
and every time she left she never turned to say goodbye
swaying in the corner of the ballroom
alone by the music
she looked like a spiderweb.

fresh from the war
he complements her bedroom decor
she didn't know this time she was the victim
he had nothing to lose anymore...

Asked You First
things can't get much weirder
this can't get much worse
don't know why you wouldn't kiss me
but it's a good thing i asked you first.

you were a big strapping boy with a boner.
and i felt it in your goodbye
you gave me an evening i'll never forget
no matter how hard i try.

yeah you were just mister flirtatious
all night just workin' that ass
well you know it's uncool to bring it to school
if you don't want to share with the class

i am just mrs. embarrassed
i feel like a dirty old man
i've got my eye on a guy
that just moved out of mom's house
with his pretty head stuck in the sand

you've earned yourself a place in my memory
by being the one who said no
where are my fucking car keys
i think i'll just go

surprise surprise now you miss me
now that i'm not in your face
surprise surprise now you're calling me
now that you feel safe
do you think that i could be your prom date
you could do us a stiff little dance
except that this isn't high school, baby
and you had your chance
you had your chance

you've earned yourself a place in my memory
by being the one who said no
now where are my fucking car keys i think i should go
hey look! car keys... bye!]


things can't get much weirder
this can't get much worse
don't know why you wouldn't kiss me
but it's a good thing i asked you first.

you were a big strapping boy with a boner.
and i felt it in your goodbye
you're leaving i'll never forget
no matter how hard i try

no matter how hard i try

Boys In Blue
i shut my mouth
cause they are the law
and i am alone
ohhh, the boys in blue
have decided i need a good talking to

though i've done nothing wrong
he is less than polite
i guess i'm not his type
and while he has his fun
the whole time he has his hand on his gun

my friends, they say
you'll have to grow your hair
and watch what you wear
if you want them, to go away
otherwise, stay out of sight
and be thankful that you are white

i shut my mouth
cause they are the law
and i am alone
ohhhh, the boys in blue
have decided i need a good talking to

Cold And Mean
you are listening to the phone ring,
like a church bell sounding out the hour
and the ringing
cuts the silence like a knife
leaving little pieces left of your life
you are watching
the night shadows grow tall
swallowing you in terror
like the phone on the wall
shake me now to the sorrels(soils) of a dream
take me whole and take me clean
take me from this reality cold and mean,
cold and mean
but i can't answer
i can't speak to anyone
not until i witness the next rising of the sun
its this darkness
like a leadweight in my shoe
i couldn't rise to answer
even if i wanted to
shake me down to the soils of a dream
take me whole and take me clean
take me from this reality cold and mean

Find A Fire
i am wading through the waters wanting you
i don't dare look cuz i'll see right through
i tried to warn myself to sleep,
but now i'm waiting, wading deep
i can't scream my sirens any higher,
cuz i'm bound to find a fire
i can smell your closeness though you hide in your tower,
the peasant boy plagued by the princess of power
and out of the struggle of your isolation,
comes a redemption of innocence by association
i can't scream my sirens any higher,
cuz i'm bound to find a fire
so i will play your game,
cuz it's my game too
a stranger's arthmetic where one and one don't make two
i can sense a softness there, can you imagine the lifenessness that we could
share,
i can't scream my sirens any higher, cuz i'm bound to find a fire..

Garden

some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter and
propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar. and
i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets under a sign
that says "grand opening" while my dog is waiting in the car.
i check out, wake up, yeah. i fill the tank and wash the
windshield clean and then I'm back out on the highway. and
bang, that's when i remember my dream. we were standing in
the garden and i had a machine that played silence. just
sucked up the whole opinionated din. and there were no people
on the payroll and there were no monkeys on our backs. and i
said, "baby, show me what you look like without skin."
science chases money, and money chases its tail, and the best
minds of my generation can't make bail. but the bacteria are
coming to take us down, that's my prediction. it's the answer
to this culture of the quick fix prescription. but in the
garden of simple, where all of us are nameless, you were
never anything but beautiful to me. and you know they never
really owned you, you just carried them around. and then one
day you put 'em down and found your hands were free. so now
it's early in the morning at the longitude of memphis and the
sun is setting sweetly on hong kong. and the big planets just
keep spinning, 'cos the big bang is just beginning and
sometimes it's all that we can do just to hang on. and what i
meant to say is "mwah!", which means I'm thinking of you...
which means I've been thinking of you all along.

Handsome Musician
he was a handsome musician
but he had an ugly scar
you could not see it on him
but you could hear it when he played guitar

naked and nervous silence
therefore conversation to abuse
stood between us like a parent
like a game we had to lose

he kept an eye on the door
and his back to the wall
his walk told of the time it takes for a man to fall

and i welcomed him into my closet
to meet the skeletons living there
in my twilight vacancy
i didn't care

we knew each other namelessly
as the rhythm came of age
he knew me like a blue note
and the lights went down on stage

he was a handsome musician
but he had an ugly scar
you could not see it on him
but you could hear it when he played guitar

i welcomed him into my closet
to meet the skeletons living there
in my twilight vacancy
i didn't care

he was a handsome musician
but he had an ugly scar
you could not see it on him
but you could hear it when he played guitar

Heart Break Even
it's a heart break-even situation, nothing lost and nothing
gained. so i'm 10 years old again, standing in the backyard
waving at a train. and i feel you make love to me slightly
every time you let a little laugh slip too soon. and the
moment passes over us all lightly that feels like sand
blowing over a dune. and i try not to let my emotion show,
but it ain't a balloon that i can just let go. it's an ice
cream cone dripping in the sun. sticky hands, sticky arms,
sticky situation. it's a heart break-even situation. one part
powerful elation, one part petal falling free. so i'm trying
to feel my way around a book, of promises written in braille.
there's pressure from within. there's pressure from above.
there is pressure on my tenuous strain. you were slowly a wet
wall of blankets. one, two, three piled onto my chest till i
just can't breathe. and i try not to let my emotion show but
it ain't a balloon that i can just let go. it's an ice cream
cone dripping in the sun sticky hands, sticky arms, sticky
situation.

How Long Can It Last
two years ago
before you felt so familiar
before i could remember
your last name
i remember now


how our bright spring green deepened
with the years the seasons changed
and we were lush as the underside of august
the streets looked like water
they swelled and they shimmered
and they stretch like the sea
and dressed in my best shining skin
and my squinty eyes
i put the miles behind me

and it took us so long to get here
you gotta write between lines
you gotta read between the years
and fleetingly we see ourselves pass
driving a good thing
and wondering how long can it last

how long can it last
how long can it last
how long can it last

and there was much to forgive
and there was much to forget
it seems we both stood by
while the record was set
and now when i look at you
and when you look at me
it's a much different view
we are both decked out in our history

and it took us so long to get here
you gotta write between the lines
and read between the years
and fleetingly we see ourselves pass
driving a good thing
and wondering, how long can it lost

how long can it last etc.

I Loved You, So What?
who's gonna give a shit?
who's gonna take the call?
when you find out that the road is painted on the wall
and you turn up to top volume
you're just sitting there in pause
with your feral little secret scratching at you with its claws
and you're trying hard to figure out just exactly how you feel
before you end up parked and sobbing
forehead on the steering wheel
and who are you now
and who were you then
that you thought somehow
you could just pretend
that you could figure it all out
the mathematics of regret
it takes two beers to remember now
and five to forget
that i loved you so
yeah i loved you so what
how many times undone
can one person be
as they're careening through the facade
of their favorite fantasy
you just close your eyes slowly
like you're waiting for a kiss
and hope some lowly little power will pull you out of this
but none comes at first
and little comes at all
and when inspiration finally hits you it barely even breaks your fall
and who are you now
and who are you now
that you can pretend
that it'll all work out
subtract out the impact
and the fall is all you get
so here's two beers to remember why
and three more to forget
that i loved you so
yeah i loved you so what

Imagine

imagine that i'm on stage under a watchtower of punishing
light. and in the haze is your face bathed in shadow and
what's beyond you is hidden from sight. and somebody right
now is yawning and watching me like a tv. and i've been
frantically piling up sandbags against the flood waters of
fatigue and insecurity. and that's when i hear my guitar
singing and so i just start singing along. and somewhere in
my chest all the noise just gets crushed by the song. imagine
that i'm at your mercy, imagine that you are at mine. just
pretend that i've been standing here, watching you watching
me all of this time. imagine that you are the weather in the
tiny snow globe of this song. and i am a statue of liberty
one inch long. so here i am at my most hungry, and here i am
at my most full. and here i am waving a red cape, locking
eyes with a bull. imagine that i'm on stage under a
watchtower of punishing light. and in the haze is your face
bathed in shadow and what's beyond you is hidden from sight.

North Main Street
the warmth of north main street
shows me how i took myself through
illogical landscapes with you
scribbling on napkins in foreign ports
all sorts of sidewalks i don't traverse anymore
all kinds of people i don't write into the score

well i see you drive your car past my house
you're so far from admitting i've emerged
from under your deep weather
you may never hear the future i have heard

oh the sound rebounds off the highest plateau
of the people i will love
and the things i will know
if i go

the utility of lipstick
escapes to a styrofoam cup
the coffee gone, the conversation strong
oh though leaving's never easy
sentiments like shadows grow long

your tears collect outside my bedroom window
like the winter's last little snow

and i am still the worst company that i have ever kept
i just didn't want you to witness my weakness as i wept
and i still define myself by the places that i've been
i just didn't want you to see me traveling in between

it seems to me i'm not doing anything new
i'm just not doing what i used to

the warmth of north main street
shows me how i took myself through
illogical landscapes with you
scribbling on napkins in foreign ports
all sorts of sidewalks i don't traverse anymore
all kinds of people i know right into the score

well i see you drive your car past my house
you're so far from admitting i've emerged
from under your deep weather
you may never hear the future i have heard

oh the sound rebounds off the highest plateau
of the people i will love
and the things i will know
if i go

No Reason To Come Home
don't know what you are going to do with this time
on your own is the question on your mind
ain't it a funny thing
to accept
that you are the worst company
that you have ever kept.

what are you gonna do
you are living all alone
there's no place to go out
and no reason to come home.

then, oh its so ironic
here's this girl with all her friends
sitting in such solitude
trying desperately to mend
and suddenly the four walls
are closing in around
the daily defenses
are all falling down.
what are you gonna do
you are living all alone
there's no place to go out
and no reason to come home.

and you just can't seem too follow through with
anything that you start to do
you leave the television talking to
the empty air
you leave your plate half full
and you comb half your hair.
what are you gonna do
you are living all alone
there's no place to go out
and no reason to come home.

One More Night
i come to your town
like thirsty lips to a cup
i come to your town
and i wanna call you up
i don't know how you feel
but i hope you feel the same
i've broken every speed limit in your name
sometimes i just wanna bury my head in a hole
tell me do you have the kind of touch that can console
i wanna hold my hands over my eyes during the scary scenes
will you stay with me at night and stand guard over my dreams
will you stand guard over my dreams
you feel like you're out on a long limb
like you've risked it all
but i'll go out there with you
and when the bough breaks
the cradle will just fall
i'd rather go down knowing what it was like
than to keep myself company
one more night
one more night
and i've got something new
something i didn't have before
you were a big dark room
a room without a door
if you will shelter me
i will fill your vacancy
we don't even need the walls, the ceiling, or the floor
and i've got something for you too
something you probably don't need
you can buy it for the pictures, baby
find out its a real good read
i just hope you still want it
cause i'm bringing it to you
i'm gonna come to your town
i'm gonna call you up
then i don't know what i'm gonna do
you feel like you're out on a long limb
like you've risked it all
and if the bough breaks
the cradle will just fall
i'd rather go down knowing what it was like
than to keep myself company
one more night
one more night
i come to your town
like thirsty lips to a cup
i come to your town
and i'm gonna call you up
i don't know how you feel
but i hope you feel the same
i've broken every speed limit in your name
and sometimes i just wanna bury my head in a hole
tell me do you have the kind of touch that can console
i wanna hold my hands over my eyes during the scary scenes
tell me will you stay with me at night and stand guard over my dreams
will you stand guard over my dreams
will you stand guard over my dreams....


One Times One Times One
do you ever wonder
when the damage will be done?
do you ever feel
like one times one times one?

do your eyes scrape the pavement
as you shuffle from the sun?
does your breath walk behind you
when the dialogue is done?

are you somewhat uninhibited?
are you somehow unfree?
are you like me?

are you a pile of loose brown leaves
waiting to be blown,
ready to disown?
are you grounded by the comforts of home?
are you covered in a strangling snow?

are you somewhat uninhibited?
are you somehow unfree?
are you like me?

do you ever wonder when the damage will be done?
do you ever feel like one times one times one?
do your eyes scrape the pavement as you shuffle from the sun?
does your breath walk behind you when the dialogue is done?

are you somewhat uninhibited?
are you somehow unfree?
are you like me?

Subdivision
white people are so scared of black people
they bulldoze out to the country
and put up houses on little loop-di-loop streets
and America got its heart cut right out of its chest
and the Berlin wall still runs down main street
separating east side from west
and nothing is stirring, not even a mouse
in the boarded up stores and the broken down houses
and they hang colorful banners off all the street lamps
just to prove they got no manners no mercy and no sense
and I'm wondering what it will take for my city to rise
first we admit our mistakes and then we open our eyes
the ghosts of old buildings are haunting parking lots
in the city of good neighbors that history forgot.

I remember the first time I saw someone lying on the cold street
I thought "I can't just walk past him; this can't just be true"
but I learned by example to just keep moving my feet
its amazing the things we all learn to do
so we're led by denial like lambs to the slaughter
serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water
and the old farm road's a four lane that leads to the mall
and my dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall
and I'm wondering what it would take for my country to rise
first we identify our mistakes then we open our eyes
till nature succumbs to one last dumb decision

Submerged
well your arms hang parallel to the curtains
your gaze falls perpendicular to the floor
your resign yourself to the hurting
the lines in your brow are deeper than before

don't misunderstand
i just wanna be your friend
well a phone call is a phone call
is not a means to an end

your t-shirt's white across your chest
loose around your neck
your eyes come to rest on my face
indirect, there's been tears shopping here?
in the market for solutions, you know, its so hard to find clear answers
these days

i think that a thing of the past
they just don't make them to last anymore
and it seems to me i'll miss love in the effort it confers
and her legs are longer
but mine are stronger than hers

and i told you i wouldn't hold you down
i would only make you happy and i wouldn't let you drown
now you say you're submersed in me
well i'm out here writing dirges
can't you see i need to be free?

you laugh and you smile and you say you'll agree
but you continue with your kisses
oh you love those near-misses
can't you see the only thing i ask
the only slant
is the only thing you won't grant me

just turn out the light
unlock the door
tell me you feel alright, even better than before
show me you can be strong
its all i wanted all along

Subway
the subway car smells like an animal's cage
and don't you feel like the captain riding in a rage
oh the city's sweet as cider sours with age

the toss between fear and freedom
looking for a familiar sign
and the man sitting next to you says "hey baby, can you spare a dime?"
oh the city's sweet as cider... sours in time

you turn to see his pants from 1965 with the holes in the pockets and the
fly open wide
and just when he starts to make you nervous, suddenly he starts to cry
oh the city's sweet as cider passes some people by

and on the other side of the darkness
where the tunnel closes inside
you can only come out even in this town
but girl, you have come out alright
oh the city's sweet as cider isn't sweet at night
no the city's sweet as cider isn't sweet at night

This Little War

you can doubt anything if you think about it long enough.
cause what happened always adjusts to fit what happened after that.
and it's hard to feel like you are free,
when all you seem to do is referee, baby.
i remember when it was just you and me
steppin' up to bat.

and win or lose,
just like you choose,
this little war is what kills you.
and either or
it's that this little war
is maybe also what thrills you.

we thought we left possession behind.
the truth is i was yours and you weren't mine and i am ??.
i've replayed a thousand times exactly what was said.
cause nothing is as it appears.
and the fun house mirrors of your fears
on a roller coaster of all these years
with your hands above your head.

and win or lose,
just like you choose,
this little war is what kills you.
and either or
it's that this little war
is maybe also what thrills you.

and you know i don't care how fast you run
just tell me baby that when
you're done with your little marathon
that you still have cab fare home.
cause the finish line is a shifty thing
and what is life
but reckoning?
and baby you are still the song
i sing to myself when i'm alone.

and win or lose,
just like we choose,
this little war is what kills us.
and either or,
it's that this little war,
is maybe also
what thrills us.

To Be Free
on the underside of your salutation
i can hear you turning inward
hello is such a thin word

you're going to have to hide double-time from me
cuz i read our poetry, and i can see when it doesn't rhyme

you said you either wanted me home
or you wanted to be alone[?]
or you wanted to be alone
and i felt you decide
i have heard all the words you hold inside

we were knitted like yarn
in the morning you were the snooze button on my alarm
and now goodnight is just the gesture of an arm
well i think i understand
but i don't think i agree
sometimes i want to amend
and sometimes i just want to be free

if we can try forgiving
if we can try to go on living
like some kind of amateur team
anyone can see that love
is waiting us more than me
that's for me
please

Waiting For Susan
susan is a connotation
at less than arms length
she has the strength of an opinion
her promises are like the night overcast
like the stars she doesn't show
and when she does, she doesn't last

you can see her goodness
like her breath on a window pane
and then she turns her head
and it is gone again

and while i'm left waiting
she'll wax and she'll wane
and maybe she'll come here again
and susan was at the other end of the line
and she received me just in time
and i lean to her like a preference of mine
like a reference to friendship
she defined my time

now i'm waiting for susan
i don't know where i am in line
i'm waiting for susan
i wonder where i am in line

Hurricane
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied

And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Do Re Mi

Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day,
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line.
'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl,
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find --
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."

CHORUS:
Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi.

You want to buy you a home or a farm, that can't deal nobody harm,
Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea.
Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are,
Better take this little tip from me.
'Cause I look through the want ads every day
But the headlines on the papers always say:

If you ain't got the do re mi, boys, you ain't got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see;

But believe it or not, you won'�t find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi.

Midnight Train To Georgia
L.A. proved too much for the man
(too much for the man, he couldn't make it)
So he's leaving a life he's come to know
(He said he's going)
He said he's going back to find
(Going back to find)
What's left of his world
The world he left behind not so very long ago

He's leaving on that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on that midnight train to Georgia)
Said he's going back to find
(Going back to find)
A simpler place and time
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who's going to be right by his side?)
I'll be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on that midnight train to Georgia...whoo whoo)
I'd rather live in his world than live without him in mine
(one world, it's his, his and hers alone)

He kept dreaming
(Dreaming)
That one day he'd be a star
(A superstar, but he didn't get far)
But he sure found out the hard way
That dreams don't always come true
(Dreams don't always come true, uh-uh, no, uh-uh)
So he followed his hopes and he even sold his own car
For a one-way ticket back to the life that he once knew
Yes he did...he said he would

I know he's leaving
(Leaving)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on the midnight train)
Said he's going back to find
(Going back to find)
A simpler place and time
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who's going to be right by his side?)
I've got to be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on the midnight train to Georgia...whoo, whoo)
I'd rather live in his world
(Live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(one world, it's his, his and hers alone)

He's leaving
(Leaving)
On the midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on the midnight train)
He said he's going back to find
(He's going back to find)
A simpler place and time
(Whenever he takes that ride, guess who's going to be right by his side?)
I've got to be with him
(I know you will)
On that midnight train to Georgia
(Leaving on the midnight train to Georgia...whoo, whoo)
I'd rather live in his world
(Live in his world)
Than live without him in mine
(One world, it's his, his and hers alone)

All aboard, one world, her man, his girl
I've got to go, I've got to go, I've got to go...
All aboard, one world, her man, his girl
I've got to go, I've got to go, I've got to go...

Most Of The Time
most of the time
i'm clear focused all around,
most of the time
i can keep both feet on the ground,
i can follow the path, i can read the signs,
stay right with it, when the road unwinds,
i can handle whatever i stumble upon,
i don't even notice she's gone,
most of the time.

most of the time
it's well understood,
most of the time
i wouldn't change it if i could,
i can't make it all match up, i can hold my own,
i can deal with the situation right down to the bone,
i can survive, i can endure
and i don't even think about her
most of the time.

most of the time
my head is on straight,
most of the time
i'm strong enough not to hate.
i don't build up illusion 'till it makes me sick,
i ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick
i can smile in the face of mankind.
don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine
most of the time.

most of the time
she ain't even in my mind,
i wouldn't know her if i saw her
she's that far behind.
most of the time
i can't even be sure
if she was ever with me
or if i was with her.

most of the time
i'm halfway content,
most of the time
i know exactly where i went,
i don't cheat on myself, i don't run and hide,
hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,
i don't compromised and i don't pretend,
i don't even care if i ever see her again
most of the time.

Wishin' And Hopin'
ani covers dusty springfield on the soundtrack
to my best friends wedding.

wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin',
planning and dreamin' each night of his charms.
that won't get you into his arms!

so if your're looking for love you can share!

all you gotta to is hold him, and kiss him, and love him,
and show him that you care.

show him that you care, just for him.
do the things that he likes to do.
wear your hair just for him, 'cause,
you won't get him, thinkin' and a prayin',
wishin' and a hopin'.

'cause wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin',
planning and dreamin' his kisses will start.
that won't get you into his heart!

so if you're thinking how great true love is!

all you gotta to is hold him, and kiss him, and squeeze him, and love him.
yeah, just do it!
and after you do, you will be his.

you gotta show him that you care just for him.
do the things that he likes to do.
wear your hair just for him, 'cause,
you won't get him, thinkin' and a prayin',
whishin' and a hopin'.

'cause wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin',
planning and dreamin' his kisses will start.
that won't get you into his heart!

so if you're thinking how great true love is!

all you gotta to is hold him, and kiss him, and squeeze him, and love him.
yeah, just do it!
and after you do, you will be his.

you will be his.

you will be his!

When Doves Cry
dig if you will the picture
of you and i engaged in a kiss
the sweat of your body covers me
can you my darling
can you picture this?

dream if you can a courtyard
an ocean of violets in bloom
animals strike curious poses
they feel the heat
the heat between me and you

how can you just leave me standing?
alone in a world that's so cold? (so cold)
maybe i'm just too demanding
maybe i'm just like my father too bold
maybe you're just like my mother
she's never satisfied (she's never satisfied)
why do we scream at each other
this is what it sounds like
when doves cry

touch if you will my stomach
feel how it trembles inside
you've got the butterflies all tied up
don't make me chase you
even doves have pride

how can you just leave me standing?
alone in a world so cold? (world so cold)
maybe i'm just too demanding
maybe i'm just like my father too bold
maybe you're just like my mother
she's never satisfied (she's never satisfied)
why do we scream at each other
this is what it sounds like
when doves cry

how can you just leave me standing?
alone in a world that's so cold? (a world that's so cold)
maybe i'm just too demanding (maybe, maybe i'm like my father)
maybe i'm just like my father too bold (ya know he's too bold)
maybe you're just like my mother (maybe you're just like my mother)
she's never satisfied (she's never, never satisfied)
why do we scream at each other (why do we scream, why)
this is what it sounds like

when doves cry
when doves cry (doves cry, doves cry)
when doves cry (doves cry, doves cry)

When You Were Mine
when you were mine
i gave you all of my money
time after time
you done me wrong
cause just like a train
you let all my friends come over and eat
and you were so strange
you didn't have the decency
to change the sheets
oh girl, when you were mine
i used to let you wear all my clothes
you were so fine (so fine)
maybe that's the reason
that it hurt me so
i know (i know)
that you're going with another guy
i don't care (don't care)
'cuz i love u, baby, that's no lie
i love you more than i did
when you were mine
when you were mine
you were kinda sorta my best friend
so i was blind (so blind)
i let you fool around
i never cared (didn't care)
i never was the kind to make a fuss
when he was there
sleeping in between the two of us
i know (i know)
that you're going with another guy
i don't care (don't care)
cuz i love you, baby, that's no lie
i love you more than i did
when you were mine
when you were mine
u were all i ever wanted to do
now i spend my time
following him whenever he's with you
i know (i know)
that you're going with another guy
i don't care (don't care)
cuz i love you, baby, that's no lie
i love you more that i did
when you were mine
when you were mine, yeah, oh no
love you, baby
love you, baby
when you were mine

My Name Is Lisa Kavelage
my name is lisa kalvelage, i was born in nuremberg
and when the trials were held there 19 years ago
it seemed to me ridiculous to hold a nation all to blame
for the horrors that the world did undergo

a short while later when i applied to be a gi bride
an american councilor official questioned me
he refused my exit permit, said my answer did not show
that i learned my lesson about responsibility

then suddenly i was forced to start thinking on this theme
and later when i was permitted to immigrate
i must have been asked a 100 times where i was, what i did
in those years when hitler ruled our state

i said i was a child, or at most a teenager
but that only continued the questioning
they'd ask where were my parents, my father, my mother
and to this i could not answer a thing

a seed planted there in neurenberg '47
started to sprout and grow
gradually i understood what that verdict meant to me
when there are crimes that i can see and know

and now i also know what it is to be charged with mass guilt
once in a life time is enough for me
no i couldn't take it for a second time
and that's why i'm here today

the events of may 25th, the day of our protest
put a small balance weight on the other side
and hopefully some day my contribution to peace
will help just a bit to turn the tide

perhaps i can tell it to my children 6
and later on, their own children
and at least in the future they need not be silent
when they're asked, where was your mother when

my name is lisa kalvelage
(i wonder, where was my mother then)

Lord, I Have Made...
Oh Lord, I have made you a place in my heart,
Among the rags and the bones and the dirt.
There's piles of lies, and love gone from her eyes,
And old moving boxes full of hurt.
Pull up a chair there's one over there.
I got whiskey, you're welcome to some.
Oh Lord, I have made you a place in my heart,
But I didn't reckon you were gonna come.

Tried to fix up the place, I know it's a disgrace,
You get used to it after a while.
With the flood and the drought and old pals hanging out,
With their IOU's and their smiles.
Bare-naked women keep comin' in
And they dance like you wouldn't believe.
Oh Lord, I have made you a place in my heart,
So please close the door when you leave.

Lord, why does the cold get colder each year?
Why can't I learn to love?
Lord, if you made me, then it's easy to see
That you all make mistakes up above.
But if I open the door, you will know that I'm poor
And my songs are all that I own.
Oh Lord, I have made you a place in my heart.
I suggest you leave it alone.
Oh Lord, I have made you a place in my heart
I've made you a place in my hea