Mentioning the Unmentionable
I thought I’d cut out after work and go for a little drive.
You see I haven’t felt much of late and I at least want to feel alive.
Maybe down to Ohio although I really don’t know what’s there.
Maybe to where the Wright Brothers first dreamed of flying in the air.
Maybe I’m just too complacent; maybe I’m already gone.
Maybe I’m just too patient for this twisted path that we’re all on.
Maybe down to Lexington, where Secretariat kept that pace.
To go out on that track and stand and imagine his finest race.
Maybe down to Nashville, where they say country holds its heart.
I figure I would go and dream and play my two bit part.
Losing myself.
Losing myself.
Maybe down to Georgia where Stone Mountain’s lost its edge.
A man name Martin Luther came and stood upon its ledge.
Maybe down to Key West where all the vagrants show,
I guess I don’t really care just as long as I just go.
Sam’s Song
I live just south of Omaha – that’s my corner plot.
It’s finally mine after thirty years; I know it’s not a lot.
I tried to stay ahead and farm, but I got in too deep.
So with my sons and I and a credit card, we tried to get our keep.
“All you really have is hope” – those words always echo in my head.
And there’s a bit of romantic left in me and that’s probably why I’m not dead.
Diane left after two layoffs; there wasn’t much to hold.
I had planned a life so grand; I hadn’t planned on growing old.
But something’s bound to happen soon, I can feel I in my veins.
It’s as sure as this red sunrise; as sure as these spring rains.
I sold the land the farm was on. The price was just too good.
But on an evening drive the other night, I went to the field and stood.
I was staring back at all my past; it was quite a sight to see.
Finally, after thirty years, I took a chance to breath
The Pick-Up Line
Some fools out there are dreaming of falling in love.
But sitting right here next to you, might just be close enough.
I won’t mind if you ignore me, I won’t mind if you show neglect.
You’ll be impressed by my insides if you take the time to inspect.
I’ll air it out, I’ll show my cards,
If it would help you fall into my arms.
I know that my chances are slim
That this is the time when the nice guy finally wins.
Perhaps you have a quarter, for it’s starting to seem
I need to call my mother to introduce the girl of my dreams.
I won’t mind if you use me to buy you drink after drink.
For if my time with you is fleeting, then I had better not blink.
Well, I see that you are leaving with a guy that just walked in
And to tell you of my luck tonight, I couldn’t even begin.
You were nice enough to take my number. You were rude enough to not give yours.
And I can imagine that next week, I’ll be waiting inside these doors.
Heart Changing, Rearranging
I forgot to tell you something standing outside your door.
I have to say in certain terms that I won’t be back anymore.
See, the walls you built around yourself were just too hard to break.
And I guess that I had bent enough, I’m leaving now for my own sake.
This is the point where we can only go one way.
And when I turn my back, I’ve had my final say.
I forgot to mention something and I’ll be on my way.
You see the cab that’s taking me; I’ve got no way to pay.
If I could borrow a five or ten, or even just a few.
Cause I don’t want to have to go on another ride with you.
Now this is the final time I’ll ever say goodbye.
It’s been tough I admit to even reason why.
I forgot just one more thing; It just came to my head,
That we should reconsider this and try again instead.
You see you’ve never looked so beautiful in this soft evening light,
And when I finally changed my mind, I changed it for the right.
This is the point where we hold and the music starts to play.
And now it’s time again to have my final say.
Moriarty’s Confrontation
It’s astounding how you always run. You, the outcast, you, the setting sun.
In your travels you can always hide while ignoring all that’s on the inside.
Singing, “Yeah, Yeah.”
Singing, “Yeah, Yeah.”
It’s astounding how you feel the need to fake advancing and instead recede.
In your pictures you can still pretend that you still have something to defend.
Think about:
All that your mother used to say. All of the traps you used to bait.
All of what’s left behind. All of what’s left behind.
Just like Moriarty said. Just like Moriarty said.
Just like Moriarty said. Just like Moriarty said.
It’s astounding how your plot line curves. See your frostbite, see your clenching nerves.
In your own mind you might start to see why I came here in this misery.
Man in Transition
I was driving down I-75 through all those Kentucky hills.
I was high on caffeine and some of those little happy pills.
Keeping my eyes peeled for a bubble top – for a smokey to come the other way.
Keeping my eyes peeled for a diner stop – so that I could find myself a lady,
Who’ll understand my needs.
It simply goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway:
That the light that I’ve been looking for; well, I finally found a ray.
I pulled right off at this tourist shop – the kid that suckers love.
I bought an ancient Huron tomahawk and a pound of chocolate fudge.
Keeping my ears tuned for some local buzz – for a place where I could stay.
Keeping my ears tuned for some local buzz – so that I could find myself a lady,
Who’ll understand my needs.
I don’t even know what day it is or mention a single thing I miss.
For there’s something in this ignorance that conjures up my bliss.
Keeping my mind on my next big plan – to meet whatever comes my way.
Keeping my mind on that blond right there and find myself a lady,
Who’ll understand my needs.
