Lay here
Sensible Shoes
the winter here is a week one, even it don't like to hang out here to long
just rolls into town and clocks in and sleeps until all the leaves are gone
the sunlight is strategizing, trying to skip right over town
the humidity's the only thing to gladly stick around
all the rest of us are stuck here for reasons we cannot explain
everybody here's a stranger we just know each others names
all our sunrise reverends are sunset sinners too
we'll be better by our criminals than we will be by you
so when you're crossing this city
this city will cross you
draw a line through your name
I've got a line through mine
round about last call on dauphin street theres a short parade that scatters from the bars
a bunch of pretty girls with blistered feet that dig for their keys and try to find their cars
in those high heeled shoes that they should've know better than to ever wear
they do a compact mirror makeup check and they exercise that stare they're gonna use
to turn somebody's head
paint another color on their blues
me I'm keeping my eyes peeled for one in sensible shoes
how i hope you find me
i hope you do it soon
it don't feel like you're trying but darlin if you do
when you're crossing this city
this city will cross you
draw a line through your name
I've got a line through mine
this place is beautiful the way it mystifies its bad
just like if Norman Rockwell painted a methamphetamine lab
all our consciences are busted they're off doing their own thing
they'd rather make their living some place else by any other means
they say everyone who's climbed on top this city's soapbox
has leaped from it to their death son
of this i am sure I'm no exception
when you're crossing this city
this city will cross you
draw a line through your name
I've got a line through mine
Thrift Store Suitcase
I woke up this morning and wanted to throw myself away
tried to sell my soul but it turns out it just aint worth much these days
the sun cut through the curtains and awoke me from a sleep
my dreams cut through the daytime and the sour through the sweet
and the papers came and said today would be like every other day
and I just could not go back home this way
now I'm sitting on a thrift store suitcase
not a nickel on my name
with holes in my heart and in both of my shoes
just waiting on a train
the old man over my shoulder says you'll have to find another way I fear
to run from all your blues boy
there aint no train that comes through here
the old man looks like Jesus, says I get that all the time
but if I were I'd leave the coast and throw away my cardboard sign
he said I looked like an old friend he'd lost somewhere down the line
and that if I were his friend and if he were the lord he'd turn the ocean into wine
he said I had a family down in New Orleans that just lived beyond my means
I thought I’d just go out and find my scene
now I'm sitting on a thrift store suitcase
not a nickel on my name
with holes in my heart and in both of my shoes
just waiting on a train
you can watch the some chase off the moon
a million times I fear
before you run from all your blues boy
aint no train been through in years
amazing grace, no matter just how sweet the sound may be
might save a wretch but not the chronically unsatisfied like me
when my suitcase washes up to shore
you might find what I was looking for
but I don't need it anymore
I don't need this anymore
now I'm sitting on a thrift store suitcase
not a nickel on my name
with holes in my heart and in both of my shoes
just waiting on a train
the old man says you oughta go back home boy
before we both catch our death out here
I know that'll be the day i catch the only train that comes through here
he said go home. all these days turn in to years
listen to an old man who knows that you can't get back home from here.
Oh Susanna
And I realized the second they came on
Surely that must be where all the light goes
All the brunettes in New York City
And all the hills and rain in Tennessee
We road through them all for what seemed like years
But I was thinking about you and me
Don't you cry for me
I'm coming home to Alabama because I've got no place else to be.
Oh Susanna
It's me who cries for you
Lord I'm coming home to stay and honey you're just passing through.
I played my guitar out on the shore line
And the fireworks, they burned our in the bay
We drank til July fifth and then we slept right through the sixth
And I thought about you all three days
Then I guess I woke up sometime on a Friday
And realized that drug store wine, it just don't taste the same
Without the sweetness of your kiss to end the bottle. but man, it damn sure still works wonders on the pain
Don't you cry for me
I've got bones beneath my skin to keep me who I've got to be
Oh Susanna
It's me who cries for you
You sure do walk away a straight line for all the circles that you do.
Your entrance killed the laughter in the room
And my presence killed the laughter in you
And the cue card guy quit yesterday
You're left without a thing to say
You kindly pass on through
That's how I'll see you
That's how I'll see you
That's the portrait that I'll paint in my head every time I think of you
It don't take much for me
Just a tree line, some cheap wine and a back yard sky
Hovering over me like forgiveness just dangling on a string
It could turn it all around
Let's turn it all around
Oh Susanna
Don't you cry for me
I've got bones beneath my skin to keep me who I've got to be
Oh Susanna
It's me who cries for you
You sure do walk away a straight line for all the circles that you do.
Kaleidoscope
Momma Gets my Soul
Too Soon To Say
Red Dress Lady
Come To Me
close the curtains
pull down the shades
I’ve been watching this clock for days and days
you’ll never understand
what its like to love you like I do
I’ll never get enough
just give me your love
Come to me
Come to me
I can’t wait for you to come to me
its getting late so hurry and come to me
all that I am
all i can do
I find myself lost without you
and you’ll never understand
what its like to lose you like I do
I’ll never get it back
until I’m next to you
Come to me
Come to me
I can’t wait for you to come to me
its getting late so hurry and come to me
this emptiness
won’t take nothing less
than the two of us
so come on lets go on and
fill it up
Come to me
Come to me
I can’t wait for you to come to me
its getting late so hurry and come to me
One Trick Pony