Say You'll Stay

Say you'll stay, another day and thay you're gonna stick around awhile Oh, I believe that what you say is right and that you'll be with me here tonight.

And say you know, you'll never go and that you're gonna love me all your life. Oh, I believe, whenever I see you smile I know you'll be with me in awhile.

I know you've been hurt this bad before. And I - I know it's not hard to find yourself back in the line of fire and on the run back where you came from.

Saving Grace (with Randy Musumeci on drums, Jeff Sherman on lead guitar, Glade Rasmussen on bass)

You take a break you think it’s maybe Something you keep looking for. Once again God failed you and, sadly, left you wanting more. Fate collided walking in your door, but it wasn’t what you were looking for.

Your explanation holds but desperation gets the best of you. It isn’t cash you need now. The funny thing about true love... it requires truth for your end too. Which is more than I’d expect from you.

You wonder why your world once warm is gone without a trace. You’d need a life to see that special thing that just took place, but that expression on your face Is your saving grace.

Clever Girl

Smells like wreckage in the rain. Guess I probably should explain. I went over the falls, you were breaking all the laws and not returning any calls.

Guess it's time to crash and burn, Maybe this time I might learn. Don't believe subtle words, or whispered secret overheard... Ooh she's such a clever girl.

Chances are I will survive. There’s a chance I'm still alive. I bought every word you said. A price tag fixed upon my head. But clever girls don’t wind up ... Dead.

Before

There's a tan line on her finger Where there used to be a ring. I overhear her tell him about the pain that it still brings. And her smile reminds me of yours now and then. In the same cafe we chose to let us end. Way back when.

A teenager with acne fumbles forward with my bill. If he calls me sir again I swear I will not tip him well. I listen as she tells her date how angry she still is. I can't remember why we let it mutate into this. Oh yeah, you met him.

Show me the traces of a world that's strangely calm. Where's there's nothing in the background check that can prove I don't belong. Show me where I'll find that secret door. To before.

Tell me that you’re satisfied and how you’re now fulfilled. How you’ve recognized that life we’d prized was simply overkill Tell me that you love him to the core. Like before.

I might have kept on driving but I got off when I could. I'd learned from all those other times it never does much good. I listened to the radio which saved our lives that night. It's perfect in the way that it's not right. It's my life.

Tell me there's purpose in this world so oddly clear. Where one seldom waits or compensates to overcome his fear. Help me know there so much more in store than before. Before before.

Say Goodbye

I waited for the postal carrier today. I waited for a sign from you to carry me away today from this place.

I couldn’t know (I couldn’t know). I couldn’t hope for you anymore. I couldn’t feel the way you needed me to feel that way that day. At your place, far away.

Say goodbye, say goodbye. Say the words you need to say. Tell me why you feel this way today.

I’d hoped you’d know. I’d hoped you’d understand how I knew. I hoped you’d see the way I needed you to be That way that day. In this space, far away.

Say goodbye, say goodbye. Say the words you need to say. Tell me how you feel today, today.

Strange how I knew I would see you one day, once in awhile. Somehow it feels it's alright to say goodbye.

Depraved Indifference

I guess I should probably feel it’s working out like you want it to. If I could maybe just let go I still might break on through to you.

It always somehow seems the truth Is right beyond my reach. And since I can’t I’ll probably teach, And maybe practice what I preach. Hey...

Tell my people I’ll send back word the minute I think I can. That’s the plan. Tell my neighbors I’m sorry for the noise I made last night. Tell 'em I’m off to make it right.

Tina, I‘m sorry I wasn’t too much of a good friend; lost in lust. It’s this unrequited love - just what the hell was I thinking of?

The minutes they tick away and now they feel they’re all but gone. And while it’s darkest before the dawn, it’s the conclusion that’s foregone.

Tell my people I’ll send back word the minute I think I can. That’s the plan. Tell my neighbors I’m sorry for the noise I made that night. Tell 'em I’m off to make it right.

Circular Logic

‘Round and ‘round and ‘round again. Around the thing that never ends. Around the place we always go. Struggle is the theme we know we know. Struggling to belong in some way.

‘Round and ‘round and ‘round we go. The same old thing the same old show. Around the time we never find to say the things we know we need to say. Wishing there was some other way. To say I love you

It’s Never Too Late To Believe

You wonder why you feel the way you do whenever you they’re in town.

You never believed that something could feel like thunder upon that hallowed ground. You never believed that someone whose spell you’re under could bring that tempest down.

And though you’ve got the answer, Deep inside the question marks abound.

You never believed in reasons the fearful faithful surrendered theirs before. You never conceded treason, the foolish fearful who mocked your sacred lore.

You know there must be something - somewhere better - and yet it’s all around you.

You never believed the notion until you questioned the art of lost and found. You never conceived emotion or choices destined. Disown that bridesmaid’s gown! You never could tell ‘em why you hid it all away.

Don’t ever underestimate your own tomorrow. Make all the promises that you’ll think you’ll ever need. It’s never too late to believe.

Heaven Help The Fools Like Me

It’s probably best if I’m just on my way. Let you get back to being a wife. Never would have guessed at such a mess I’d make when I pulled you into my life.

Might as well just go ahead and say goodbye. Spare us both this needless pain. Wish I could claim it’d been a valiant try and not just some worthless shot in vain.

You know I’d give back all the time I took though it seemed like a fair exchange. And you can say with just that troubled look, it’s your words that make it feel so strange.

I probably ought to just now shut my mouth before I step again upon your heart. And though your other thing had been headed south, ours was doomed right from the start

And tell that little guy I will think of him if ever I see a flying kite. Better yet, tell him we were the best of friends - there might be still time I can do something right.

And Lord I’d give back every minute I took though it seemed like a fair exchange. And you can say it just with that troubled look but it’s your words that make it feel so strange.

And yeah, there’s plenty friends I might like to see. I’ll just call and I tell ‘em when. Heaven help fools like me ‘cuz I’m back in love again.

Her Knight In Rusting Armor

It isn’t that I don’t care. Maybe I’m running scared but I find there isn’t too much left to hide and I just keep fighting all the stuff I left behind.

And I appreciate you, I do. I wish I could make you see it’s true but I know, there are no words that show. Just actions that don’t and maybe it’d best if I just go.

I can’t heal myself or at least baby not today. And I can’t promise you’ve seen the best in me, but your knight in rusting armor just slipped farther away.

It isn’t that I don’t see a future for you and me but I’m told, it isn’t mine to live and I just can’t give you all the love that you deserve to hold.

I hope you understand that, I do. I just wish the best for you. It’s me - an abnormality - and I never could be someone who isn’t mostly prone to flee.

And I can’t change all that or all the lost time that’s down the drain. And I won’t promise you’ve seen the last of me but your knight in rusting armor just acknowledged he’s insane.

It’s not that I don’t want to be here, it’s just that I need to be clear when I say there isn’t blame to lay - or maybe there is and I’d just like to see it go away.

I can’t make it right or even make it just okay. And I can’t swear that you’ve seen the worst in me but your knight in rusting armor keeps a javelin’s length away.

Stick Around

It’s gonna take some time to get my heart and my head back together again. I know it seems I’ve lost my mind. You’d have to be a fool just to be my friend. I know you think you know me but you’ve only heard my name. At times I talk of leaving and I pack my bags again. Then I stick around.

It’s gonna be alright. I tell myself and promptly start to stumble again. The time I lose to win some fight a foolish wager waged by a foolish man. I know you think you love me but you mostly sense my pain. The fuel that feeds delusion starts deceiving us again. But still we stick around.

You find the dream rescinded, you think you've lost again. Each time it’s finally ended is when you finally find yourself Back in some space you’ve already been. I know the feeling well baby; I’ve lived it all my life. It’s not just the choices we make, but how we choose to make the other ones right. The choice is yours and mine tonight.

It’s gonna take some time. I’ll get my heart and my head back together again. Perhaps it’s true I’ve lost my mind. A fact I can’t disprove yet I won’t pretend. I know you think you need me but you only need a friend. The talk and dreams of freedom then we wake to "us" again. That’s why we stick around.

Charades

Jennifer thinks that life is a cavalcade, playing sexual charades with the boys down the hall. We're both so off the wall.

Mrs. Reneau died and I never even knew, and like a fool I called to say "Merry Christmas" and I got hit with it right in the face. Ooh it hurts at point blank. And it just goes to show what I think that I know.

Jennifer moved away to school last year and she's not coming back here, or so I hear. But I wonder if she still plays charades.