I wake up to beat the sun from her glory. I'm only one cigarette away from mobility. It's always punch in punch out. Go to work and go back home. . There's only one chance left.
I'm the one that was there for you. When you cut yourself and started to bleed. And I'm the one that you counted on for all the favors you asked of me.
Play me like a player piano. Roll me from the corners. Of your dark and dusty shadows. Like a player piano I sit useless. Most of the time. . The bar gets darker.
Yeah, the roads are right tonite. They are twisting. And my mouth is dry. Like cool air inside. . Maybe I worry. Do things in a hurry. And follow the dust.
Leaving life alone. No one to turn to. No one to wait for me. Is it true that when you wait for someone. You're waiting for something new. I find you there standing all alone.
Im going back to Virginia. If its not too late to make my break. Maybe Carolina. Near the company of grace. . If I find New Orleans. You know my will just fades.
Seen your face in the window. Last night in the rain. Looks like you had a bad day today. You were throwing your things. All over the place. And you're burning all the things.
There's a mark on my back. From my last heart attack. A whiskey mouth bottleneck card stack. . There's a source, of course. She says, "It's whispering at night.
it lingers in my head. all the things you said about. the way things are. I'm founded that I'm wrong. Missing all the little things we shared together.
Get down and pray to the oven. She thinks that God is there, in there. Do you see Sylvia in the oven?. Colossal fact, Daddy's ex don't let you read. Here's what she sees.
I've got a photo booth picture. It reminded me of something you said to me. If everything you want is so far out of reach. If everything that you want is so far out of reach.
I don't want to spend the rest of my life. Starin' at a man, Looking down a line. What's he say? "Not my style". Just a stylized version of an obsolete file.
Rain and Thunder. (Kirk McLeod). . Some twenty days ago I left my family and my home. I buried everything I knew and swam an ocean here to you. Said goodbye to my old friends, swore our friendships wouldn't end.
My, my stomach hurts again tonight she says. And crashes on the floor. Cuts what she can't untie, ties it to a door. . And if mercy was a cattle call, she didn't hear.
Pipe Set. (Arranged by Scott Long and Dan Stacey). . Father John Angus Rankin (Jerry Holland). The Laird of Drumblair (J. Scott Skinner). D Reel/Humors of Cork (traditional).