Oh Darling (Go Back To Sleep) Your thoughts will keep you up all night
Pacing the floor by candlelight
Oh darling I rest
Between love and regret
Alarm clocks shriek their clarion sounds
And we slowly wake and start to drown
Oh darling I rest
Between love and regret
So go back to sleep
Urban Folk Song It’s a busy street
Walking to the beat your heart will keep
You never will be free from all the things you can’t let go of
And starting out you’re barely getting by, getting by
It’s a photograph
Fading in an optimistic past
I listen to the funeral chorus of the third shift workers
The factories’ mournful cry
Like migrant birds in mid-flight
The corners of your mouth will turn into a frown
Don’t fight it
The clock is ticking down
Until we seek more temperate climes
Oh what a fragile little life
Sun
Girl, you walked in the rain
As if you couldn’t feel a thing
Wading out just to wash away
The bull that they would sling
Well, did you know that I’m starving for attention
And this sustenance has been so well deserved?
We may talk, but I bet you haven’t listened to a word
That I’ve said
This won’t hurt
No harm done
You’ll find me out here
In the sun
Looking-Glass House Understand that I am just the minute hand upon your mantle clock
Understand that I will never move a finger until your time is up
Understand that you’re a shell amongst the sand born in a tidal swell
Understand that when I held you to my ear you broke this barren spell
Understand that you are just a wooden plank nailed to a wooden dock
In that manner I’ll adhere to you forever in a looking-glass house
Where do you go? You’ll shut up like a telescope
Where do you go? You’ll wander down a rabbit hole
Understand that I am just a bird that wings my way to Capistrano
Studies show that I am just an ant that tunnels in a microcosm
And though the mirror will still reflect my face it won’t reflect my disposition
Despite the pains I take, the coat will never fit that’s right for these conditions
Where do you go? You’re dripping like a leaky faucet
Where do you go? Retreat into your blue jean pocket
Period Piece
“Oh, the sea took all my friends, but it will never take me.”
You will live as a fixture; a period piece
Antiquated in the parlor, you resign to your fears
That possibilities thin with oncoming years
“Now your heart is growing heavy,” the Atlantic will sigh
It seems a fate worse than sinking, but there’s no other kind
Like a silent motion picture, you exclaim in your sleep
“Oh, I dare not wake up without any dreams.”
Run away now to the seaside
For the answer is clear
You must quit from this town
Or you’ll always be here
You must quit from this town
Or you’ll always be here
