You can’t say…
She didn’t try to be everything.
Oh, Life is strange.
Pink Champagne.
She’s still working for the dragons that her mother made.
Running off to meet him with her razor blade.
Always thought she’d have a child someday.

Goodbye till she’s lonely again.
Here we are back where it began.
I don’t know why we pretend.
Goodbye till she’s lonely again.

And she thinks…
Of how much she cared for it everyday.
But butterflies aren’t made that way.
When she dropped the jar it couldn’t fly away.

Paper Wings.
No man will keep her in a jar like some pretty thing.
Poked out holes to breath through and some dusty wings.
She could have had the sky.

it’s been said…
If you touch the wings of a butterfly
It will ground her and she will die.
But will you love her on the ground,
as you love her in the sky?
 

And you know I’ll be waiting here for you
with linens and oils and shoes.
And I’ll feed you bread and tea until you’re strong
when you decide to come out of the blue.

What’s going on with you, baby?
Are you still chasing faeries?
And I hope you get everything you need.
And I pray that it’s peaceful sailing
on your blue sea.

But I can’t fix you.
Because it’s not a job for me.
Always wanted to see you happy
and I’ve tried to plant that seed.

And you know I’ll be waiting here for you
with flesh and roses and fruit .
And I’ll dry your clothes and
give you something warm
when you decide to come out of the blue.

But I can’t fix you.
Because I don’t know what you need.
Always wanted to see you happy
and I know that it could be.
Oh Lord, yes I know that it could be.

I’ll take care of you if you come to my house.
I’ll take care of you if you make that journey.
I’ll be there, coming up for you.
 

When you’ve had enough,
You can put it down.
You can leave your worries on the side.
When you’ve had enough, boy
You can lay it down.
You can leave your troubles.
Leave your troubles on the side of the road.
Doubt anything you like,
but don’t you doubt in love.
You’re holding on too tight
to some things you should let go.

Put it down
Baby, you know you got to…
Put it down

When you’ve had enough,
You can put it down.
You can leave your worries on the side.
Which path will you choose?
Which deeds will you do?
Which sorrows are you called to?
And when you’ve had it all,
you can put it down.
There is no secret really.
Just put it down and walk away.

Put it down
Baby, you know you got to…
Put it down
 

Push it back with a whip and chair.
You got a cage full of lions in your head.
Bring back the lazy days and barefoot ways of summer.

Gonna be a hurricane
cause I don’t care.
Gonna blow it all away.
Gonna be a hurricane.
Don’t want to think about
finding my way, today.

I got a pistol in my pants.
Girl, you can do anything.
I can do anything.
I can tame the lions in my head.
I can tame the lions in my head.
Cause I’m tired of feeling this way.
Throw myself into today.

Gonna be a hurricane
cause I don’t care.
Gonna blow it all away.
Gonna be a hurricane.
Don’t want to think about
finding my way, today.
 

I thought you were an angel
cause I swear that I could fly.
I felt I was a gift
that had been offered to the sky.
I thought you were the devil
cause My God, how you could sing.
I think that I’m in heaven
cause I’m spreading out my wings.

Ever think that you could fly?
Ever step out on a star?
Ever have a moment you knew who you are?
Ever dream you could fly?

I think I almost fainted
the first time you touched my breast.
They say you are the savoir
of my hope and happiness.
I hear you like to gamble
with your dreams and your success.
Falling off the mountain
As you unbutton my dress.
 

 

Will you be the pretty one
every time we meet, my friend?
Running down in West LA
looking for some fun with my friends.
And when my jeans are ripped at the knees
pass the joint, give me caffeine.
And rosy becomes the memory
of a friend who loved me for me.

You will never know.

Talk about how it’s a wonder
just to be alive my friend.
Tell your desert story
and then I’ll tell mine my friend.
And when my life is ripped at the seams
pass the joint, give me caffeine.
And guitar sounds like the memory
of a friend who loved me for me.

You will never know.
You will never know how much I love you.

Climb aboard an airplane
and fly across the sea my friend.
And laughter fades like a memory.
Keep in touch. Please call me, my friend.

 

Tell me, tell me more.
You know I never get tired,
I never get bored
of all your creek-laced stories
of freaky friends.
Tell me. 
I’d love to listen again.

More Coffee and Cigarettes.
One more time I’ll laugh again.
More Whiskey and Cigarettes.

I need to laugh again.
I need to laugh again.
And get me out of my head.
I need to laugh again.
I need to laugh again.

Go on, go on you were saying..
Everybody used to dance to this song.
Twenty-eight years can go so fast.
You look around and you’re not dancing.

Play it once more. Play it loud.
One more time I’ll dance again
Play it once more. Play it now.

I need to dance again.
I need to dance again.
And be with my friends.
I need to dance again.
I need to dance again.
 

I, like the shadow
And I pale in your shadow
And you, like the grave
all you take all you swallow
Swallow

But the chasm is wide to excuse the years
And black because I’m a liar
Deep enough to hold my indifference
And cold to squelch all desire
And cold to put out the fire

Memory burnt like an old TV.

I like the static
And I bathe in your static
And you cast a shadow
on the face of a TV addict
Addict
 

Lonesome train sings his lullaby
through the sleepy little downtown where I lie.
Couldn’t really say why I stick around.
The living is easy if the boredom don’t get you down.

Maybe next year I’ll go back to school
or fall in love with someone new…
a sullen boy with a pretty face.

It’s Sunday morning again
and I have yet to see my bed.
The dust starts to settle down
but the traffic lights are still in my head.
The sullen boy with a pretty face
stares back at me again

But for now I’m just hanging out
down here in Norman town.
I’ve lived in hazy LA and
I’ve spent some cold nights on the New York subway.

But no matter how far I run,
Can I ever get away from the one I loved…
the sullen boy with a pretty face.

It’s Sunday morning again
and I have yet to see my bed.
The dust starts to settle down
but the traffic lights are still in my head.
The sullen boy with a pretty face
stares back at me again.
Is it me or a ghost I see?
If I had someone new would you let me be…
someone new would you let me be?
 

Solo, it makes me so low.
Am I strong enough
to do this on my own?
I guess I better be
cause here I am singing to you.
And this tune is called
I don’t need anyone
cause I have this guitar.

But I can’t help thinking,
if I had a band it would all be okay.
We would play something brilliant
and talk about the show for days.
And I would thank God for my band.

We are like stones.
We are like boxes of matches.
We don’t like to be alone.
It makes us take chances.
So is a girl without a band.
But she’ll recover in time to go on.
You know you’ll have fun.
But I’m just thinking out loud.

But I can’t help thinking,
if I had a band it would all be okay.
We would play something heavy
Then load the van and find a cheap place to stay.
But I don’t mean to be ungrateful.