New & Unreleased Songs
Uptown
MySpace (Like You Like Me)
The Wreckage
Ghost of the Road
One Bedroom for Two
Uptown
I remember how I’d measured me
In what more that a man could be
Just to keep you guessing all the time
The ability to cry with ease
And subtle sensitivities
Kept me hiding from the boys like it was a crime
So female fascination
Came with late night conversation
Whispered through the cracks between the walls
And though you loved the company
You knew that they would come for me
Exceptions to the rules are bound to fall
And you were right
maybe you were right
Cuz now I’m up town tryin to make a dime or two
Who can find the time for virtue, muddling through,
Like and antique lover on a wrecking crew
Uptown tryin to make a dime or two
Who can find the time for virtue, gotta find a way to
Love up to me now
So I make a list of lovers past
And moments when I saw them last
And think what they would do if I appeared
And I wonder if their memories
Still conjure up the best of me
And why it matters most this time of year
Because the winter has frosted all my mirrors
And now I cant see the stature of the man behind these fears
The Wreckage
Stay – for a while
for a while more
stay – like a child
just like a child, til you’re sure
until you’re sure
I knew this day was coming, cuz
we don’t care about the windows that we’re running through
(we always wanted a little piece everything)
but I don’t have to play the fool who sleeps beside you
(we always wanted a little piece everything)
far too young to doubt the demons that you seek to find
(we always wanted a little piece everything)
but I can’t bear to be the wreckage that you left behind
Yes, I heard this train comin’ round the bend
so don’t you condescend
with memories to me
and keep the best ones on your flight
or I will study every night asking
what if I had done? oh what if I had?
I knew this day was coming
So what’s left of me
after you flee?
my stitches are ripped from the seams
a new light will grow
pushing up from below
this fire
brighter every day, every day, every day
though I will always look your way
I’ll be okay
MySpace (Like You Like Me)
I like you
you know it
but you make those same eyes
at boys that you don’t like
and when you say you like me is it like you like me like me
or it is like you like me like a friend
so tell me
i’m ready i’m ready
i’m ready and i want to dance
i’m ready i’m ready
you serve me up a second glance
i’m ready hold steady
to this wall you’ve got me pinned against
and when you say you like me is it like you like me like me
or it is like you like me like a friend
’cause you’ve got this crushing crush for crushing bodies touching tongues
ditch your crutches and you crush me to the bed…
confess it confess it
you barely even know my name
confess it impressive
you kiss me like a sinning saint
a secret you keep makes you weak in the knees
bite your lip till you bleed but keep it concrete
Ghost of the Road
She’s in love with a ghost, swallowed by the road
Like a ship lost as sea, he never comes home
The Ghost packs his clothes leaves shoes on the floor.
Lightly kisses her cheek, and dead bolts the door
Vacation resorts all over the world
But he wears all black, never steps out the door.
The pool’s always closed, when he heads to bed.
With an early call where they’ll work him to death..
She… she… she don’t put him out.
she… she is left playing both parts
The count themselves blessed , but it’s more than luck they know.
True love is the shepherd of the ghost
the ghost of the road.
A place left at meals, one side of the bed
In love with a memory, like paying respects
He haunts hotel bars but goes back alone
Talks to his son, “Dad where you comin’ home?’
He watches his friends dropping like flies
Sucked up by the road losing daughters and wives
He kisses the sand and cradles his son
To an empty sky prays his travels are done
One Bedroom for Two
She pays the bills
while I do the cooking
we’ve both been working all day
she’s pushing retail
lies on a small scale
and I’m grinding in the cafe
and it’s all right
But I can’t help but think
and I can’t help but worry
is more of a hurry what i should be in
so I’ve been up late nights
with plans how to do right
failing before I begin
But she is a good woman
And she says…
Put it down
and come to bed
it wont be gone come morning
(I say) this and that
may never end
but I’ll give you something to believe in
and I will do the best that I can do
in the one bedroom for two
Still, I’ve got this society’s
homegrown anxiety
feeling like i need to provide
like she won’t ever doubt
when my shit’s figured out
but I know that’s for her to decide
And she is a good woman…
