- Better Off Dead
I'm sorry about the sun,
how could I know that you would burn?
And I'm sorry about the moon,
how could I know that you'd disapprove?
And I'll never make the same mistake.
The next time I create the universe
I'll make sure we communicate at length, oh yeah.
- Bottled Wind
Yeah, you're lookin' tired and broken
Like the pillar of a dock, dead sitting
The water hitting you, but never breaking through
Is "going places" getting somewhere now?
You should be running faster or down days will shatter you,
Talking on what's overdue
Let me ask you once and not again,
- Boxes
Introspection, fabricated. Pretend to hate it , pretend to hate it all
The attention, it's not a bad thing. Pretend to hate it all
When you first walked these roads what were you so afraid of?
The thought of a different life, it sends you off the deep-end
When you scream "I'm just a normal guy"
It's painfully apparent your aim is to be deified (your aim is to be deified)
Get yourself back home so the accolades can let you go
- Chasing Hamburg
When I walk, I run
'Cuz I'm far behind now
Been climbing long
In my sleep I hear starter guns
It seems less wrong to live this life
Back to front, no chase at all
Today the mirror shows all the things that fade
- Chicago Spring
The seeds for place and time don't grow on fields like mine
We should leave it all behind with a young, bittersweet goodbye
But I need it, I want it I can't live without it
I'll hurt it, I'll fix it, and I'll worship and doubt it
It's all bittersweet goodbyes
Until the first light of my soul's Chicago spring
- Convinced I'm Wrong
Don't try and sound right, just hope your honest and trust you'll end up somewhere
That girl that made you promise she says, try not to care
I don't know if I'm good, and everyone knows it.
You ever feel you were meant to be alone? because I saw a play
and and a character said that he was destined to never feel at home
Don't go. Tonight I'm looking for salt in a snow globe
Because what I had is slipping fast. Dr. Howe, Please call back.
- Drifting Thing
Forgive me my ties, connections and loose ends
This is for the eyes buried in my neck
With a promise of the future, of the uncertain I play it so sure
Our drifting thing will someday land
And I could take you home
The lights would twitch and blow
And you could finally see
- Eat Dinner, Bury The Dog, And Run
200 gallons ago, I buttoned up my jacket
I said goodnight to my supervisor, walked to my car, and unlocked it
The inside's so cold, at least the shit's still running
Picked up my cell phone; the roof of the car looks good for slugging
Walked in through my back door like a bull through bedsheets
There were flowers on the floor went from bull, to weak in the knees
Yeah, I'm a fuck-up. First day home.
- For Show
All the setups that you've blown
Just being sorry for the outcome
Not the path that led you to
Did we build it up to last?
Through the looks we gave each other
One half candy, one half glass
No blanket statement
- Hollow Place
I've been driving with the rear view mirror. Who guessed it would be no clearer?
It got me lost, and now I'm late. The clock's dead on, no one to blame but me.
Is this a bad chase dream where speed's not what it seems?
The pedal's pressed, but nothing works. Bite your nails 'til your fingers hurt.
What now? What now boy?
What now? Who you are is not enough.
- I'll Never Leave New York
Talkin' in my sleep
Back pedal to the reason you don't wanna' walk with me
Don't fight what you can't say, you know I do it
You can't hope to live off change, or hope she's gonna' chase
or barter on good faith
Or wither white with grace
While drive eats you away
- Kneel On Nails
Clear the gap in the ceiling
Bed to bed, dead skin peeling
The rhyme was broken, a line from closed
Crossed out twice, unsaid and choked
Oh, now let it go, cower seatin' with the chest bones
The rhyme was broken, a line from closed
Crossed out twice, unsaid and choked
- Living Saints
I cut my fingers on a broken picture frame
The welling up waxes and wanes
It's not fair and it hasn't been
All my friends are living saints
It's been killing me for weeks
A garden weed that cracks concrete
It hasn't been fair for long
Growing up isn't moving on
- most miserable life
We fucked our ears
We fucked our throats
Screaming for the sake of what we love most
These pretty scars aren't going anywhere
The redder, the better
Lose your voice and make it hurt
Reluctance, and reserve, refuse these things
- Our Ballads
'Round the corner from me lives a lawyer/rocker age 53
He's got two kids, both girls.
23 and 17 you know they mean the world to him.
But Mr. Lawyer, he's not the point. He heard my band
And had to give an account of what he liked and what he hated,
Mentioned we alienated girls from boys.
You see I was angry, I was crushed and I know these words
Just wont be enough.
- Screams In Caves
Fighting with the bottle drinking me
Sunrise on red eyes
I’ll take my one-man army to the streets
For this weeks story
Washed up but he loves to say the lines
To empties on car seats
Most of the nights he starts as two of five
- So I Buy
Where'd you buy that lie of yours?
Was there an end cap on the aisle for something more?
Something greater, good won't do
A shelf life later and still no takers
Not everybody takes to you
So here I am, spitting purple
Close my eyes and see bright circles
- Song To Persona
And it goes, like sunshine to snow
The bitterness inside with cause has been dethroned in my song to persona
St. Cecilia, I'll love you for all time
but our relationship lately has been no fruit, all rind
My heard can't take it and I've nowhere to go, so fix up your fuck ups
And know me, know me
- Take Me To The Town
I'm gone, gone and going. Pay the way with change
I had to leave I was talking strange
Won't be back soon, so please don't wait for me
Love all the same, all the same and more
You've gotta' come get me or someone will take me, I'm wasting away to bone
You know I'm barely a burden and my arms have been hurting, a wandering man stuck home.
Take me to the town I can, I can miss
- When We Were College Kids
Quick fix movie lines
That saved an evening's way
Every weekend
When we were college kids
Passing highway flower shrines
Meeting you halfway
Every weekend