(with Mac MacAnnaly). . Ill never fall in love again. Its such a contradiction. To lose all control and common sense. And even intuition. . You came along, with a strange new song.
See you in hell. . Can I make you an offer? You can't refuse. I kept my eyes on you 'cause I tell you that you lose. And you can come with me to a place you'll know so well.
The evening fell just like a star. Left a trail behind. You spit as you slammed out the door. If this is love we're crazy. As we fight like cats and dogs.
I see them coming over mountains,. Marching in line,. Children playing by the fountains,. Gods of war making time,. See the swords glisten in sunshine,.
by Nanci Griffith, Tom Russell. Don't want to be standing here. With this ticket for this outbound plane. Cause I've been here before. And somehow this doesn't feel the same.
Yeah, rock you to hell. Rock you to hell. . What's wrong with our society. Is it fear or apathy?. Don't let other people run your life. . So those with power don't use it.
On Grafton Street at Christmas time. The elbows push you 'round. This is not my place of memories. I'm a stranger in this town. The faces seem familiar.
I left the city for another life. To start it all again. All I wanted was the solitude. And time to think alone. . Peace and quiet seemed the only way.
(Nanci Griffith). . Where are all the Satchel Boys. Selling books outside the Metripole?. Books to read in English. Books of light and sorrows. Of this foreign land.
Griffith. I know you believe in miracles. That this love will come back around. I know you believe the grass is growing. Across this winter. To the south of this town.
Oh, lay it on the line. . I wanna know how you felt. 'Cause I can take no more. You hurt me too many times. Like you did before. . Now I'm changin' my ways.
When the night closes in. And the dark shadows fall. That's where it starts again. Evil making its call. . To someone who sits unaware. Could it be you, I'd beware.
Something's disturbed me. I'm out of your company. I'm out of the country. With another man's heart. I'm angered and doubtful. And I'd shout an earful.
You'll never be the sun turning in the sky. And you won't be the moon above us. On a moonlit night. And you won't be the stars in heaven. Although they burn so bright.
What am I going to do?. No more hiding from you. My act is exceptionally clean. And you see right through. What do you think?. What do you think?. Are you worried now more or less?.
Easy come, easy go. Anything but easythough. You were here, now you're gone. That's the only thing I know. . And it's just one more sorrow. To throw upon the heap.
Elkins/Field. There's a morning train. That's headed for New Orleans. Carrying business men and week day shoppers. I have sixteen bucks and a dollar in change.
Oh, I wish that you would call. We have not spoken since last fall. That smoky conversation's coming home. Do I just read between your lines. Yeah it could be this winter wine.
Griffith/Howard. I will find somebody new. Maybe tomorrow. I will stop this missing you. Maybe tomorrow. Time's the healer ... time's the key. So all the wise folks say.
by Nanci Griffith. He owned a hotel on Jersey shore. She made her living seeing the sailors door to door. He was a small Hawaiian with a crooked smile.