Song For A Winter's Night

Notes In His Pockets

Drunk at the bar at last, last call - my baby's home on her night off, So I'm involved in a serious talk with a girl I had known growing up. So we buy a six; decide to split - she has a downtown apartment. She opens the door, falls to the floor, says, "I'm bitter sick of sweet and pure, take me now I'm yours.".

Night And Day

I know a girl with cuts on her legs. I think that she hates the way she was made, but we never spoke of why they were there, I just squeezed them and kissed them 'til we both felt a bit better..

New Year's Retribution

1994. A girl pukes out the window on her car door. Her childish eyes say, I dont want this anymore. I want to be a woman, no, no, see, I dont want to be no whore.

Needy

You never fell for me,. You fell for how it felt. You felt for being held,. So, who's gonna fill in. Now my arms refuse to bend?. Who's gonna fill in.....

Old Highway

Oh great mountain. You won't be moving any time soon. Over the blue, shimmering water. It's the same moon. Down on the eastern shore,. So like home you feel you've been before.

Lovers Need Lawyers

I swear to speak the whole truth, nothing but the truth oh, so help me God, I wasn't cheating on you. Yeah I've got a spotty record, but I've been renewed. If you can't believe me then what's to believe? Once you lose the trust you lose sincerity. I'm sick and tired of acting sincere to your accusing eyes and ears..

Inmates

When you said you loved me, did you really love me or did the words just spill out like drool on my pillow. 'Cause I was naked when you said those words, but I felt covered in your whispered worship. And as you passed out fast on my shoulder, I imagined a child waiting so sad and still for his mom to arrive. Did she leave you an orphan, in that big, brown leather chair? Said, " Don't you move a muscle, kid, I'll be back in twenty years," You were scared, you were lonely, but you must've been aware; life is a series of calluses, this is just another layer. So, build'em up, tough it out, yeah, that's your skin - don't let anyone under there..

Mrst.

Sometimes I think of Mrs. T.. She was always such a sweet lady.. I went down, down to Montreal. To chase her younger days,. A half-smoked cigarette and a broken phrase,.

I Am An Island

Mostly I sleep it off. It's easier in the morning. To shrug off the evening's. Drunken pathetic pleas. . 'Cause the night's tragic rambling. Is the next day's apologies.

Made For Rain

Do do do do. Do do do do. Do do do do. . Bicycles are made for rain. One hand on handlebars. One on my umbrella. . My ankles are getting wet. But I can't help but steer.

Haunted Homecoming

well here I am, yeah, I'm back again. in the town that I used to call my residence. now it seems I dwell in a silver van. you might have seen it once, yeah, it's parked out front.

I'd Like You For Christmas

I'd like you for Christmas. Please make my wish come true. 'Cuz I'd trim trees and deck the hallways. If I knew you'd be mine for always. I won't be blue on christmas.

Friction!

Friction. . nightclubs, nightstalkers. fast women, fast talkers. loose lips, loose limbs. the lovely loveless. sunset to sunrise. black dresses, black eyes.

Stepping Stone

At the bottom of the fall I wonder. Was it forth giving all I gave?. In the wake of all the worry. Through the pain, I must be learning. I'm afraid I've seen the light.

Don't Stay Low

Verse 1:. Summer days. Wishing off distance that kept me away,. Don't stay low. Seeing, uphill. Get to the moving. Don't be still. Don't stay low. . Summer nights.

Empty Bed

Out a little late aren't you?. What's out there I don't give you?. Don't I drink and sleep with you?. What you want you'll never get-. what you want is infinite..

Crabbuckit

Took a trip on a bus that didn't know. Met a girl sellin' drinks at the disco. Said truth comes back when you let it go. Seem complicated cause it's really so simple.

Early Out The Gate

What you're looking for is never what you find. Nothing ever seems to turn out right. . Still running around still searching. all these long indifferent streets.

Drinking With The Girls

You thought you had it made. Like the songs would write themselves. But your words ran out of ink. And your fingers lost the chords. You lay around so bored.