KID'S GOT HEART This kid's got heart, but he's out on his feet All the heads keep talking out in the street, too ya You should have seen him in his prime, When he had something left inside That's a song they sing The rivers run, the wheels they spin, The poets take it on the chin For the bells that ring right through ya
Come on hit the dial on the radio I know we ain't nineteen but we can still get low Don't wait for a better song, sing the one you know The fire ain't dead if the coals still glow
This heart's got style like an old Chavelle The devil you dance with Beats the angel that yells down to ya Some days are broke, some days are flush The picture's drying on the brush What's it worth on the wall to ya?
NOWHERE SHUFFLE Twenty seconds of fantasy Between the tree-line and the road I don't like to go out there Too many faces that I used to know And they walk right through ya Like they're never gonna die But they ain't living instead So damn tired of the walking dead
She got tired of holding on White-knuckling the phone She dropped down the soak away And now it's quiet here at home She left all the good pictures Somewhere in a cloud I still got a few in my head So damn tired of the walking dead
Skylight, like you were a child light Part of the moonlight When you were gold The blue-grey touch Of the evening The quiet believing The Story it told
They're almost hip when they shuffle But it ain't no disco when they dance Bowed heads and praying hands Nowhere with everyone at once If they ever look up To the world outside They'll see it's all gone read So damn tired of the walking dead
MY ROOM A train is a train, is an arrow On a string tied to my window It flies through the fields Unravelling like a thread Pulled from a seam
But I don't wanna fly today Let me stay here in my room While the roses bloom outside How come they never come to me Unless they're cut down in their prime? I'll bide my time
A star is a star is an old friend In his penthouse room over town We talk when we can But whose got time? It's so late when the sun goes down
I don't wanna talk right now It's so quiet here in my room While the roses bloom outside...
Do you ever just need a day To send it on it's way? Do you ever need an hour to sigh And watch it all go by?
I don't wanna go out I'll be fine here in my room While the roses bloom outside...
EVERYONE KNOWS YOU Dollar store daisies, plastic and white They never sit in the sun or they fade Away from the windows, in the dark of the night Counting the dollar store prayers That they prayed
Everybody knows who you are now Everyone knows you There's no one you can be that we can't see Everyone knows
It's the march of the egg man, plastic and white Pale as a junkie at noon watch him role He'll piss in the quicksand while you sink out of sight Promising they're gonna turn it To gold
Everybody knows who you are now Everyone knows you There's nowhere you can hide You're a mile wide Everyone knows
Now they're hanging new stars in the sky Cold eyes in the dark record your life Take a walk down to the river Roll away the stone
99 WAYS I can't make out what you're trying to tell me You're shaking your head What ya tryin' to say? I know the sun went down on our night in the city Our night in town Didn't go our way
They say what you really want And what you really need Ain't the same thing Every cold night has a lesson That you learn
Well the high-heeled girls don't give no attention We didn't learn nothin' It just wasn't our turn
I know 99 ways to make my sex life better I saw a new cover They know 101 Now I'm a full pair short of a change in the weather I ain't gonna walk If they can show me how to run
They say what you really want And what you really need Ain't the same thing And every night is a Flash bulb night In the city
I'm shakin' my hips like I got a tail feather My hips don't lie But the truth ain't pretty
I ain't no Kanye West but I'm a bad Mamma-Jamma I got too much style For the average Joe Do you think this shirt Works with my new bandanna? When you're breakin' new ground You never really know
They say what you really want And what you really need Ain't the same thing The world's gonna go To the tired and the meek
Well if you see me coming You better step to the side I'm far too pretty To turn the other cheek
WOLF TREES There's a little place nobody knows Where nothing gets too big So no one ever goes I made it my place Where the wind and rain are my things And they keep their aim on me And what I need
It's hot under the lights The American dream flashes Through the night A bright white Limousine Nobody told you that the big get small And the highway ends by the garden wall outside The street signs lied
This wheeling world goes around...
How could I begin To tell you how Easy it would be to find A place for now In the soft light of the almost dark Where the wolf trees howl through the park for you And things you do
This wheeling world goes around...
YOUNG SURRENDER Come around again to the light Of 1000 watts of mystery It shines like a dying star Straight through your heart You were born lost and free To the fire of somebody born to love you She sings like a radio tower Through the fields at night Just as easy as the wind blows through It's a young surrender
All the worn out places that you know Where your angels used to hang out Tired of the dry land They split for the coast Yeah the old hang on for dear life While the young surrender
To the turn of the wheel And the changing weather Of this wide, wild child Of a world
Pull the pin from your heart Let it blow, let it take the whole with ya Fly like a home run To the nearest dream Go on dance light you used to Not for show, with a step nobody showed you The kids and the fools go free Too small for the chains Never get too big to see How the young surrender
To the turn of the wheel And the changing weather Of this wide, wild child Of a world
Come around again to the light Of 1000 watts of Mystery Rush like a lonely river To the arms of the sea From the roof on paper wings It's a young surrender
To the turn of the wheel And the changing weather Of this wide, wild Child of a world
PAPER WINGS Quiet on the outside Just a man without a name Spent thirty years pretending To loose at someone else's game He hung around
Behind the curtain of his day-life He drew pictures in his head Like the boatman on the black river Before he tells you that you're dead You get across
The prying eyes could only wonder why He watched the wind blow through Like a sailor eyes the morning sky
He had a little book of lovesongs His mother used to sing About a man they called "The Sparrow" He would fly on paper wings Through the clouds
The prying eyes could only wonder why He watched the wind blow through Like a sailor eyes the morning sky And when it blows, and his mother sings Those paper wings start to fly
LIGHTS ARE LOW Come on in to where the lights are low The lights are low tonight No one here will try to get you down To prove you wrong or right Everybody needs a place to hide Where love comes easy A place to put a fire out inside And tell your story too
I don't wanna know if all the world is blue This one's for you to come down easy I don't wanna find that someone lost their mind Or took the wrong road to get through This one's just for you