Crutch

Everything's a crutch, yeah I figured it out.
The blue birds in the cherry tree's are singin what they sing about,
one day the things I'm runnin from will leave me with no doubt.
Everything's a crutch and I've figured it out.

Every thoughts a dream in a garden filled with snow,
from every dream a flower, to a blossom, to a seed we'll grow.
And every thing I thought i knew, is not what it's about.
Cause everything's a crutch, yeah I figured it out.

And all the birds are singing,
and all the church bells ringing,
and everything is easier now.

Everything's a crutch, yeah I figured it out.

The bells they play a melody from my childhood.
It echos off the houses and the concrete through the neighborhood.
And every note they've ever played has led me here and now.
Cause everything's a crutch and I figured it out.
Everything's a crutch and I figured it out.

And all the birds are singing,
and all the church bells ringing,
and everything is easier now.

Beautiful Lies

There's a ghost at the edge of my bed,
Stealing my sleep, although she's been dead,
a long, long time.
And she tells me, it's never as bad,
that your soul can revive you,
in spite of your head.
You don't even have to try,

Beautiful Lies

Watched an old man float down a stream,
he was clinging to drift wood,
no, it didn't look good.
He's a goner either way,
But something tells me,
he's better off dead,
No more living in photographs,
and things that she said.
He'll find peace on the other side,

Beautiful lies.

Somebodys End

It came to be like a disaster.
On a bad day, like a wrong way.
I fell in love with her reflection,
in a black dress, like a big mess.

I bet she'll be Somebodys end.
I bet she'll be Somebodys end.
I bet she'll be Somebodys
I bet she'll be Somebodys then.
I bet she'll be Somebodys end.

I catch a smile to hold to someone.
I'm like a bad cold, I'm nowhere's daydream.
And I find it somewhere around the hard way,
like on a ship deck, my loves a car wreck.

I bet she'll be Somebodys end.
I bet she'll be Somebodys end.
I bet she'll be Somebodys
I bet she'll be Somebodys then.
I bet she'll be Somebodys end.


I Will Love You

I remember running through the weeds in the summer time trying to make it home.
There were flowers in the fields and the tall grass blowing,
and the blue sky spinning round.
And home was wherever you were back in those days but now I'm not quiet sure.
How something turned to nothing, and nothing became everything,
I don't know anymore.
But you can bet your life,

I will always love you.

Well that crooked fence still winds like a serpent in the night, on the way to your daddy's farm.
In my dreams, you'd still be there and I'd fall down on my knees,
and you'd coming running into my arms.
And I would have been everything that you ever wanted, if I could of had my way.
But the winter came along and those northern winds were blowing and I just couldn't stay.
But I'll be back some day.

I will always love you.

But you can bet your life.

I will always love you.

I remember running through the weeds in the summer time trying to make it home.
There were flowers in the fields and the tall grass blowing,
and the blue sky spinning round.


Saint Anthony

Cold hearted woman, you're a killer.
Like I always knew you would be.
Betrayed me from the start, is there no precious heart?
That you won't deceive.

Rome exists in heaven like a ghost town,
a ghost town in a desert red as clay.
I saw it crystal clear, as I took my last breath there.
And now, only you know why.

Heaven is a ghost town in the sky,
heaven in a desert and it's a lie.

Only four days deep across the salt flats,
there's a buried statue of Saint Anthony.
Buried by someone who would never make it home,
and now, he's not the only one.

Heaven is a ghost town in the sky,
heaven in a desert, don't you cry.

The desert aint no place to hide a secret.
For those who don't remember history,
In an old canteen, where the water should have been,
was the wine that sealed my fate.

The Highway

I'm sitting here watching the trucks and cars
on the interstate highway, I wonder where their heading for.

Passed the beat up row homes and the liquor stores,
past the pawn shops, bus stops, cheap hotels and the bars.
I watch them roll, I wonder where they go.

Where's everybody going? Where did they come from?
With a million starts in the sky, I sit here every night alone
on the edge of town, they make a humming sound.

On the highway everybody makes it home.

Yeah I tell myself stories about the good old days
when this town had more than lonely hearts and closed down factories

Back then I had a house down on Staimbridge St.
there were pretty girls everywhere, street parades and families.
Now they're gone. I wonder where they've gone.

And everyday felt like the fourth of July,
but now I sit here by the overpass
dreaming as the cars roll by.
On the edge of town.

On the highway everybody makes it home.

And I know someone has one somewhere.
And I'm counting on you,
cause the highway has so many lights...

I'm sitting here watching the trucks and cars
on the interstate highway, I wonder where their heading for.
On the edge of town, they make a humming sound.

Waiting

There were star's in the sky, casting shadows through the tree's,
there's a place I can't get out of my head.
The distant lights of a boat on the bay,
I watch them glow as they fade away.
And everything fades away in this life like a dream.

So don't hold your breath, don't waste your heart waiting.
Waiting for the reasons why, waiting for the perfect time.
Waiting for the lights to return, waiting for a sign.

Well she plays in my head like a childhood film,
you know, the ones that you can never quiet shake.
In those endless days, back when time meant nothing,
you and I had nothing but time to waste.

We'd drive all night through the rain with one headlight,
to a beach town out on highway Three.
I'd run my fingers through your hair, where the wind meets the salt air,
and the glorious sunrise was all we could see.
But everything from those days slipped away like a dream.

So don't close your eyes, don't waste your time waiting.
waiting for the stars to align, waiting for the lowest tide,
waiting for the pain to be gone, waiting for a sign.

Waiting for the reasons why, waiting for the stars to align.

And everything fades away in this life a like a dream.

Waiting for the reasons why, waiting for the perfect time.
Waiting for the lights to return, waiting for the wait to stop,
waiting for the ball to drop, waiting for the cruel to be kind,
waiting for a sign.
Waiting just to get it right, waiting till the day turns to night,
waiting till the tape rewinds, waiting for a sign...

Don't hold your breathe, don't waste your time, don't lose your heart.


Be Your Ghost

How many times did I stare in the mirror,
convinced that there was someone else?
Over my shoulder, and drawing me nearer,
still in the end, I'm by myself.
Dancing through walls every day, every season,
like all the ghosts that came before.
Floating around, up and down, to feel something,
but now I need a little more.

I don't want to be a ghost that haunts a ghost.
Wandering around, searching for whats gone.
I don't want to be your ghost anymore.
So let me back into the light.

The light.

I'm the flickering light by the stairs to the attic,
your shadow and your silhouette.
In the way that you move, and the radio static,
I kiss you underneath my breath.
Now that all that I am is your haunted reflection
of all the things I missed the most.

I don't want to be a ghost that haunts a ghost.
Staying up all night, trying to find whats lost.
I don't want to be your ghost anymore.
So let me back into the light.
Help me back into the light.

I don't want to be a ghost that haunts a ghost.
Runnin round wondering what went wrong.
I don't want to be your ghost anymore.
I don't want to be your ghost anymore.
Be your ghost, be your ghost.
So let me back into the light.
Help me back into your light...

Cause I'm the ghost flying through your house.
The moon on the frozen lake.
The wicked woods leading to your door,
and the wind as it howls your name.

Sleep Sick

I'd trade forever
to get some sleep.
But everyone around here,
has a sleep disease.

The shadows that pull me around the sun,
They don't fool me, since I've become,
Sleep Sick.

Street signs reflect light,
on the rainy street.
And I'd like to lay down,
but I can't compete.

With the feeling,
that I'm loosing when I close my eyes.
Each time, I forget more,
what I've left behind.

Keep my eyes shut,
so I don't see,

shadows that pull me around the sun,
they won't fool me,
since I've become.

Sleep sick.
Sleep sick.

Ferris Wheel

Circus came to town, 1985, the ferris wheel went round,
forever passed me by.
The hell with the rumbling wind, never kept her from my mind,
where we both begin, forever passed me by.

Oh my soul, there's not enough time.
Before I get old, and forever passes by.

Oh my soul, I wish I knew why,
I can't let go, if forever passes by.

The circus came to town, 1985, the Ferris wheel went round,
forever passed me by...

Eden

Snakes by the riverside, laughing in my dreams,
whispering in my ear, nooses hanging from a tree.
There where spirits there to guide me,
yeah, they could of helped me see.
But none of them even tried.

And so I got drunk in an orgy full of shame,
and in the end I only had myself to blame.
And you won't even have yourself when you talk to snakes,
you can bank on that every time.

That's the reason why, there's a reason why,
Life is hard, this life is hard.
All because I had a conversation with a snake,
in the garden of Eden, now everything's forever changed.

When I woke alone, I had no faith or hope or back bone.
And any attempt to find them was no use.
Cause you can't un-know what you know, and you can't let it go.
But you can embrace your truth.

And my truth is that I can't aspire to what I don't believe in,
and what I don't believe in, I can't fake or hide.
It's all circular you see, and it seems obvious to me,
but once you talk to snakes, you'll over analyze.

That's the reason why, now I know why.
Life is hard, this life is hard.
And everything will come, and everything will go.
And I will still be here, the only one that ever knows,
that's all because I never understood, the power of the serpents,
of the evil and the good,
Yeah it's all because I had a conversation with a snake,
in the Garden of Eden, now everything's forever changed.

Don't talk to snakes, don't talk to snakes...


Orchard Road

I shot a bird in flight, he had a light,
but he could not hide it.
His wings, they beat like hand drums,
as he left the world, convinced he was separate.
Although, he was not.
He transcended the thoughts in his head, his limited wings, the lies he was feeding,
and renounced his faith in God, and material wants,
that kept him believing,
there was more, well there's not.

Useless thoughts.

We had a funeral parade, but nobody came,
we could not find him, and I'm afraid,
for killing that bird, I'll have to pay,
but oh, maybe not.

Just useless thoughts.

I shot a bird in flight, he had a light,
but he could not hide it.