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Turning on my pillow, thinking kind of strange.
The color is of midnight in this room.
The cars outside are coughing and it's kind of hard to sleep
and there's neon out the window, not the moon.

And it was just an any old kind of day,
The kind that comes and slips away,
The kind that fills up easy my life's time.

When I rearrange the pieces of the puzzle of my past
I sigh at the heartaches, relive the laughs
And I think about the moments that have left their mark
And the too few faces that shine a little light in the dark

If you don't mind I'm gonna tell you a story
And I think that it won't bore you
For it's a tale that I've never told

Oh, barefoot boy

Once he came unto a land

Of forests and of streams

That tumbled through

The kid heard the word up in Brooklyn.
It was his second year of medical school.
He went and stashed some jeans into his guitar case,
His father said, "You're a fool".

But the boy jumped on board a Greyhound bus,
It took him two days to get to Mobile,
And though it took two weeks to track the old man down,

His mama was a midnight woman
His daddy was a drifter drummer
One night they put it together
Nine months later came the little black bummer

He was a laid back lump in the cradle
Chewing the paint chips that fell from the ceiling
Whenever he cried he got a fist in his face

Caroline
Comes from the rain
Glistening and shivering
She laughs as she shakes off the weather
Caroline
Whispers her words
Saying she'll always love me
At least when we are together

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"

My child arrived just the other day
Came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
He was talkin' 'fore I knew it
And as he grew he said,
'I'm gonna be like you, Dad,
You know I'm gonna be like you.'

I was cramped into a coffee house pew
Two dollar Coke in my hand
Listening to the music run
Through and out of a drowning man.
Ten years ago I first heard him singing
To a screaming crazy crowd
Now there's thirteen loyal people
Trying to sound that loud.

All my life's a circle;
Sunrise and sundown;
The Moon rolls thru the nighttime;
Till the daybreak comes around.

All my life's a circle;
But I can't tell you why;
The Season's spinning round again;

If you were looking for a way to make me mad it was a sure fire way you found
Acting like a half wit fool, laying your money around
Well I came back here to tell you Lou, 'bout what you almost did
Don't you ever put the cash on the counter Lou, when I'm with my kid
Yeah the kid's thirteen he's growing Lou, two years and he'll be bigger than me
Still he thinks I'm strong as a blacksmith and straighter than the tall oak tree
I raised him alone ten years now since his Mama ran away
And you ain't gonna blow his image of me for the stunt like you pulled today

Dance band on the Titanic
Sing "Nearer, my God, to Thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me
Mama stood cryin' at the dockside
Sayin' "Please son, don't take this trip"
I said "Mama, sweet Mama, don't you worry none"
"Even God couldn't sink this ship"

Dance band on the Titanic
Sing "Nearer, my God, to Thee"
The iceberg's on the starboard bow
Won't you dance with me

Mama stood cryin' at the dockside
Sayin' "Please son, don't take this trip"
I said "Mama, sweet Mama, don't you worry none"

When your daddy plays guitar,
You dance without a smile.
Kid you may not have great rhythm,
But you sure got style.
Just four years old and still it seems,
You've got it figured out.
When daddy sings, and then you dance,
The people clap and shout.

When your daddy plays guitar
You dance without a smile
Kid, you may not have great rhythm
But you sure got style

Just four years old and still it seems
You've got it figured out
When daddy sings and then you dance

Up in Massachusetts There's a little spit of land.
The men who make the maps, yes, they call the place Cape Ann.
The men who do the fishing call it Gloucester Harbor Sound,
But the women left behind, they call the place Dogtown.

The men go out for whaling, past the breakers and the fogs.
The women stay home waiting they're protected by the dogs.
A tough old whaler woman who had seen three husbands drown,

Empty closet, empty heart
Empty morning, day won't start
Well, I got no place to go now
I really do not know how to like my life
Now that you're gone

Empty mailbox, empty head
Empty promise, empty bed

All I got is time, Nothing else is mine.
All I want is you and one more tomorrow.
Nothing lasts to long, When I leave it's gone.
So I send my mind ahead and hope to follow.

Yes, I know I have a lifetime coming,
But I've got it all figured out,
Everybody's lonely, Everybody's lonely,

It's just no good
(Fall in love with him)
You know that you should
(Fall in love with him)
I wish that you would
(Fall in love with him)
If only you could
(Fall in love with him)

The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man
I'm paintin' flowers he said
She said... It's not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red

Harry: "And the excitement continues to build! Eat your heart out, Peter Frampton.")

It seems like two months
'Though I met her tonight
Something just told me
It would work out alright
So I asked her to act out
What was there in our heads

It's midnight at the depot
And I drag my bags in line
Travellin' light, I got to go
But the bus won't be on time
Everybody's looking half alive
Later on the bus arrives

They punch my ticket, I find a seat

I come fresh from the street,
fast on my feet, kind a lean and lazy;
not much meat on my bones, and a whole lot alone,
and more than a little bit crazy.
The old six string was all I had
to keep my belly still,
and for each full hour lesson I gave
I got a crisp ten dollar bill.

Oh well I wonder
Yes I wonder
What would happen
What would happen to this world
Well I wonder what would happen to this world

Now if a man tried
To take his time on Earth

I would not be so stoned
If my Mary were here
I don't think I'd have phoned you
If my Mary were here
I'm a sad sack Sir Galahad
Who's sword's around his knees
With a Grail no longer holy
And a prayer that's saying, please

It was when I rode off in my daydreams
Chasing that vision of light
It was then I got caught in the jet stream
And I dropped through a hole in the night
And I knew it's not you that I run from
I saw each of us living alone
And I prayed that you still could be waiting
That's when I started for home

Did you ever hear the one about...
Oh, God I love myself
When I've got it on
I know I'll live forever babe
All my fears are gone

Then suddenly I'm dying
They turned the laugh track off

I let time go lightly when I'm here with you,
I let time go lightly when the day is through.
I keep a watch on time when I've have work to do,
I let time go lightly with you.

Morning, a time for breaking ground and sowing seeds,
and yet we give up our sunshine
so we can buy what we need.

At first I did not think it could be you.
But you're the only one that got off the train.
So you must be my wife Miss Annie Halsey
Yes, I guess I am your husband, Hello I'm Harry Crane.

Mail Order Annie, never mind your crying.
Your tears are sweet rain in my empty life.
Mail Order Annie, can't you see I'm trying

I was laughing horizontally
In my loose and lusty youth
I was feeling well self-satisfied
Deliciously uncouth
When she slipped out from my covers
With a smile
Saying, "You've got a lot to learn, dear boy
It's going to take a while."

At first you seemed just like my dream
Of a finer better life
Much more than I could ask for
In a lover or a wife
Though I work with my body
And my work makes my hands rough
There are gentle things inside me
That are anything but tough

Mister Tanner was a cleaner from a town in the Midwest.
And of all the cleaning shops around he'd made his the best.
But he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes.
He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows.
His friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat.
They said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats.

But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,

She wore an S.E.G. when she came back home
Like the cat that ate the canary
And I stood befuddled, a chauvanist stud
With his mistress quite contrary
I was smack up against the moment
I was afraid i would face someday
But the truth is a wall that you can't blow down
And it won't be laughed away

I give part time help
I'm the odd job man
I can't do what I want
So I do what I can

And I'll tell you now
So that you will understand
You get just what you pay for

Of course I picked a rainy night
To try to find our past
The street lights all were flickering
The leaves were falling fast

I walked down the winding road
Looked up through the trees
And I saw the corner window

You're a livin' walkin' dream
You're the best I've ever seen,
Oh God I wanted you.
I've often dreamed what I would do,

If I could give myself to you,
Oh God I wanted to.
But up 'til now you've not been free to be

You keep looking out my window at the driftwood floating by
Like a flock of birds in fall time you're just itching to fly
I know I cannot hold you 'cause you live life to the hilt
So go on get out of here girl I don't want your guilt

Go on and roll down your river babe
I'll bet you'll make that muddy water churn
You've earned every scar that you brought with you baby

They just told me take a pause
Here between the takes at the studio
And you came into my mind

It's kind of funny, for you were the cause
Of me being here on the radio
And though that's another time

Sandy is the seashore
And Sandy is the sea
Sandy is the clear blue sky
Or so it seems to me

Yes I see her everywhere
In everything I see
She can turn to anything

Saturday morning,
And it's growing light
I look out my window,
And remember the night
A story is starting,
And this story ends.
And I feel like I need you again….

So here she's actin' happy inside her handsome home
And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi, takin' tips and gettin' stoned.

I got into town a little early.
Had eight hours to kill before the show.
First I thought about heading up north of the bay
Then I knew where I had to go.

I was thrown on the cobblestones, tossed at her feet
My fool's mouth was filled with the dust from the street
An out of work court jester with nowhere to go
And no need to speak, for she seemed to know

She sings the songs without words
Songs that sailors, and blind men, and beggars have heard
She knows more of love than the poets can say

He was crazy of course
From the first she must have known it
But still she went on with him
And she never once had shown it
And she took him off the street
And she dried his tears of grieving
She listened to his visions
She believed in his believe-ins

Have you ever been up
Have you ever been down
Have you ever been lost
Have you ever been found

Have you ever been right
Have you ever been wrong
Have you come up short

The very day I purchased it
I christened my guitar
As my monophonic symphony
Six string orchestra
In my room I'd practice late
They'd leave me alone
My mother said, "You're nothing yet
To make the folks write home"

It is an early Monday morning.
The sun is becoming bright on the land.
No one is watching as he comes a walking.
Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands.

He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus.
He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs.
The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing,

Somebody said...Where's the music goin'
Somebody said...It's gone
Somebody said...With this bad wind a blowin'
Will the music keep a rolling on
I had to ask myself
Why it's makin' me
A minstrel man from cradle to grave
Should there be somewhere else

It was a very cold September
Colder than I'd ever care to make it
I had a kind of empty feeling
But no place to go where I could take it

So I took a walk beside the railroad tracks
And I thought about the facts of my life
And of my sometime, somewhere wife

It's a song for myself
just a song for myself
You don't have to listen babe
it's just a song for myself
But since I fell in love with you
it's brought some thoughts to mind
if we're gonna raise us a couple of kids
I've got to worry 'bout future times

Leon wrote a song for his special girl
And Elton and bernie did too!
But you've been mine for such a long time
Baby
It's my turn to write one for you
And this is the best
That this poor boy could do.
You see I don't know what to tell you babe

I have made a little music in some corners of the land
I have fused some crystal images from common grains of sand
And if I haven't reached the heavens, I've surely learned to fly
I've been caught up in the soaring and the touching of the sky

But the startripper's coming on back home now
It's a crazy blind man's journey he's been on
The startripper's lost and all alone now

Stop singing these sad songs
Just tell me 'bout the good times
I have heard that cold hard truth so many time before
Stop singing these sad songs
Just tell me 'bout the good times, baby
'Cause I don't want to hear them old heart breaking sad songs anymore

Ah, don't you listen to my lyrics

I can see myself it's a golden sunrise
Young boy open up your eyes
It's supposed to be your day.
Now off you go horizon bound
And you won't stop until you've found
Your own kind of way.
And the wind will whip your tousled hair,
The sun, the rain, the sweet despair,

I came into town with a knapsack on my shoulder
And a pocket full of stories that I just had to tell.
You know I've knocked around a bit,
I've had my share of small town glories,
And it's time to hit the city and that crazy carousel.
I been feeling sorry for myself,
But you know I was only lonely,
Like everybody else.

I'm a tangled up puppet,
Spinning round in knots,
And the more I see what I used to be,
The less of you I've got.

There was a time that you curled up in my lap; like a child
You'd cling to me smiling, yours eyes wide and wild
Now you slip through my arms, wave a passing hello

It was raining hard in 'Frisco,
I needed one more fare to make my night.
A lady up ahead waved to flag me down,
She got in at the light.

Oh, where you going to, my lady blue,
It's a shame you ruined your gown in the rain.
She just looked out the window, and said

I got the news today
That you refused to play
'Cause you never made number one
But it's not just the words

It's the deeds that are heard
When all is said and done
Kings take their crowns

The rock is gonna fall on us, he woke with a start
And he ran to his mother, the fear dark in his heart
And he told her of the vision that he was sure he'd seen
She said: "Go back to sleep son, you're having a bad dream!"

Silly child
Everybody knows the rock leans over the town
Everybody knows that it won't tumble to the ground

I am born today
The Sun burns a promise
In my eye

Mama strikes me
And I draw a breath and cry
Above me a cloud
Slowly tumbles through the sky

There's a kid out on my corner, hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungerees, but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game

There are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed shirt -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden -- but his eyes are virgin clear

There's a kid out on my corner -- hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungarees -- but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game

There are fake patches on his jacket -- he's used bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay pressed shirt -- and some creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden -- but his eyes are virgin clear

It was just another night
And I was out on a limb
Looking for someone
To help me back in.
A couple of hours of cruising around
Brought me into a bar
And I sat me down
Nothing much to be found.

It was just after dark when the truck started down
The hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it, Big John) of bananas.

He was a young driver,
just out on his second job.
And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits

Mrs. Smith and Mr. Jones have come to pass the night
They pulled off of the highway when they saw my light
It's a vacancy I offer them, what they offer me
Is fullness for a lifetime that's bare as can be

There's a vacancy, won't you come to me
And fill my empty spaces
I'm a motel man in a promised land

Oh God babe, you've been good for me
Good when I been barely holding on
And you did what you could for me
When all the ones I counted on were gone

You picked me up in your battered blue
Volkswagen, babe
You laid me down on the mattress on the

The old lady on the park bench
In the park with just one tree
Was there from the very first day
That you were part of me

It seemed like she'd been sitting there
Since 1000 B.C.
And you said, "She is as permanent

You were chasing him down Braodway on that white-hot July,
'Cause he thought he'd got a message from some holy man on high.
He said his chance had finally come; he'd done it on his own,
He had to leave his past behind; the first thing that had to go--was home.

You put him in an aeroplane and packed your life and clothes,
You learned all the lessons that the suitcase lady knows.
He said, "Something still drags me back from where I'm heading to,"

When the summer fled past my window
And autumn's chill was in the air
There's a special kind of lonesome
'Round that ending time of year

When the leaves fell
And they drifted 'neath the trees
That soon were bare

Hello Honey, it's me
What did you think when you heard me back on the radio?
What did the kids say when they knew it was their long lost daddy-o?
Remember how we listened to the radio
And I said "That's the place to be"
And how I got the job as an FM Jock the day you married me?
It was two kids and I was was into AM rock
But I just had to run around

Dripping streetlights
Darkened buildings
Wandering
Head hung down low.
Where will she go?

Woman child, your eyes are wild.
The rain runs down your hair.