Hollow Man

(Mark Erelli). . They picked another one off the vine. Scooped out the seeds in the back of his mind. Filled up his head with half-truths and lies. And put the finishing touch on the perfect disguise.

Hartfordtown 1944

It was a dry and dusty summer day. When that wagon train pulled in. Just three hours 'til the matinee. Was scheduled to begin. As the razorbacks unloaded the flats.

Goodbye

(Mark Erelli). . Darlin' it's the end for you and I. We've both seen this coming for some time. I could say I'm sorry. But you'd not believe it. You could say you'll change.

Lost In The Shuffle

Good Enough For You

(Mark Erelli). . The sky went black, the world stopped turning round. As you took my hand and sat me down. Remember how I cried as you broke the news.

Ghost

(Mark Erelli). . I'm not the kind to believe in superstition. Lately the truth I have seen is stranger than non-fiction. You race through my blood, some kind of sweet addiction.

Free Ride

(Mark Erelli). . Did you think they'd part the seas for you like Moses. Did you think everything would come up roses. For every door they open. There's another door that closes.

Fool No. 1

(Mark Erelli). . Whenever you call you can bet I'll always come. So honey you can just forget the other ones. Though you're cruel and unkind. I'm the very first in line.

Fine Time Of Year

Take what you want, see to it. You dust all your memories away. 'Cause I can't find the strength to do it. I can't remember what should go or what should stay.

Every Goodbye

(Jim Armenti). . I've been called every bad name, some I can't name. By judges and lawyers and folks I never met. But my mother she called me Walker Jermaine.

Evening's Curtain

It's written of in papers, books and magazines. For centuries adventurers set sail. In schooners, clippers, sloops and brigs and barquentines. O'er the deep blue ocean to prevail.

Do It Everyday

(Mark Erelli). . Everyday moves from a blessing to a curse. Pull out of the driveway slip it in reverse. Take a turn for the better, a turn for the worse.

Dear Magnolia

(Chris Moore & John McGann). . Dear Magnolia, I lend you my ear. Whisper your stories and secrets hidden here. Of a South that rose, of a South that fell.

Compass And Companion

(Mark Erelli). . Out here on this road just after midnight. Silver sickle rising in the east. I'm steady on the wheel. But I know just how you feel. So just lean back and try to catch some sleep.

Call You Home

(Mark Erelli). . There are seven sisters weeping. Down by the old oxbow. As the coffee colored river. Swells with melting snow. . Soon a bittersweet new season.

Brand New Baby

(Mark Erelli). . I met her on the farm on a hot summer night. I don't have to tell you it was love at first sight. It was a chance introduction by a mutual friend.

Blue Eyed Boston Boy

(Trad.). . He was just a blue eyed Boston boy. His voice was low with pain. I'll do your bidding comrade mine. If I ride back again. But if you ride on and I should fall.

Before I Knew Your Name

(Mark Erelli). . I walked these streets before I knew your name. Now you're by my side and nothing seems the same. Has everything been turned around or am I the one who changed.

Almost Home

(Mark Erelli). . How many miles. Did we travel down that road. Searching all the while. For a place to call our own. So young and hypnotized. By the stars in our eyes.

All Behind Me Now

(Mark Erelli). . Well, you know I used to be alone. Never ever needed anyone. I couldn't say what I was running from. Man, I was constantly blue. . Down every boulevard and backroad.