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Words from the Man

Ain't Got Nothing Seconds Fast
Bending Spoons Seventh Sun
California Sick Day
The Closer Situation
Did You Write This? Sunday Walking Blues
Ever Be True Wait
Heart Attack (Don't Eat The)Wedding Cake
If It's Me Wrong Is Right
I'm Not The One You Gotta Step Up
In My Defense You Win, I Lose
I Want To Go
I Won't Let You Down
Let Me Let You Be
Paper Women
The Plan
The Same Old Streets



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

    Sick Day
    October, 1999
    The Cricket Hut
 

       I've seen you all alone
       Waiting by the phone
       You're the only one home
       To hear it ring
       Such a sad thing

       My hands won't fit anymore
       In a childhood glove
       Guess I'm older now
       Guess I grew up

       I can't be late
       One more time again
       I've used all my sick days up
       So if I feel sad
       One more time again
       I gotta go in
       Anyway. . .

       And watch the clock
       Go tick tock
       Wait till lunch
       Or five to stop
       My misery
 

       So pour some water on the stove
       And light me up a smoke
       'cause it's six am
       and I'm not awake
       I gotta catch the train
       I can't miss it again.

       Where's a job
       where you always get paid
       If you come in early
       You come in late
       I didn't go to college
       So I could work days
       But it seems that way

       I can't be late
       One more time again
       I've used all my sick days up
       So if I feel sad
       One more time again
       I gotta go in anyway
       On a sickday

    I Won't Let You Down
    October, 1999
    The Cricket Hut

    Christmas breaks are the hardest to take
    Are you coming back this year?
    Underneath the mistletoe
    seems a good time to let you know
    Is there something expected from my perspective
    or should I rearrange my thoughts?

    I won't let you down
    I won't let you down
    I won't let you down
    I won't let you down

    At the party, all my friends gather round
    I see guys buying rings
    I don't have money for those kinds of things
    Would you think less of me if I don't have the price of a dress in me
    Is too little to offer myself?

    I won't let you down
    I won't let you down
    I won't let you down
    I won't let you down

    I won't let you down again
 


 
 
 
    You Gotta Step Up
    September, 1999
    The Cricket Hut
 

    Girl with the skirt on, 
       it's too tight it's too short
       And you know it's just a con
       When did that ever work?

       You're amazed she's looking at you
       Or maybe she's just lookin' past
       You double-check, you double-back
       You ask your friend to hide your back

       You gotta step up, you gotta step out
       You gotta go get her, 
       Gotta go and ask her out

       But it's been a long time, 
       since you've seen the inside
       And now it doesn't seem funny anymore
       To be alone, to be alone,
       To be alone and bored

       You gotta step up, you gotta step out
       You gotta go get her, 
       Gotta go and ask her out
 

       But it's never just that easy
       And if it was, I never knew
       And your advice doesn't matter anymore,
       And unless you're gonna take it?
       Why don't you just shut your yap?

       You gotta step up, you gotta step out
       You gotta go get her, gotta go, gotta go,
       Gotta go and ask her out


 
 
 
    I'm Not The One
    November, 1999
    The Cricket Hut
 

     I'm not the one
       who fired the gun
       I'm just the one
       who tried

       Somewhere outside, Route 81
       Lies a lover's lane 
       That's never gonna be the same

       I'm not the one who tried to run
       I'm just the one who caught you

       (He was) headed out to the mountains
       To find some cover
       In the fall trees 
       Whose leaves had turned gold

       (But) he was hunted down
       in a little town
       right past Luray
       Where he thought he could stay

       I'm not the one (who) was he only son
       but i saw him watch his father die

 

       He made me promise 
       He wasn't trying to run
       He made me say to him 
       That he's the only one
       He made me feel like 
       I'm the crook and he's the one
       Should be sitting on the porch in the sun

       I'm not the one who fired the gun
       I'm just the guy who tried


 
 
 
Ever Be True
    December, 1999
    The Cricket Hut
 

   I know you're waiting 
    on the dark side of town
    where twenty year old girls 
    shouldn't be walking around
    but you had to catch the bus
    cause the train was too much
    so that's why you stayed until dark

    But you always had the world on a string
    So you never even counted 
    Me to clip your wings
    (I said) Me to clip your wings

    You know you'll never see what I see
    If you lost what I found, 
    you'd see what I mean
    If you lost what I found, 
    you'd see what I mean
    I know you'll never see what I see, 
    (what I see)

    'Cause you won't ever be true
     You won't ever be true
     You won't ever be true(to me)

     So while you're waiting 
     on the dark side of town
     Are you thinking of me 
      when you're feeling down?
      Well let me cut your thoughts short, 
      don't even call
      Do you really think I'd give you a ride,
       were you asleep through it all?

       'Cause you always had 
        the world on a string
       So you never even counted 
       me to clip your wings
       (me to clip your wings)

 

       I know you can't ever see what I see
       If you lost what I found, 
       you'd see what I mean
       If you lost what I found, 
        you'd see what I mean
       I know you can't ever 
       see what I see(see what I see)

       'Cause you won't ever be true
       You won't ever be true
       You won't ever be true(to me)

       So I don't feel bad, 
       I don't stay up at night
       No cold sweats, no nightmares
       No sleeping with the light
       'Cause I know the reason 
       it didn't work out wasn't me.
       'Cause I could be trusted, 
       you can lay your head on me
       (lay your head)

       You always had the world on a string
      You never even counted on 
       me to clip your wings
       (me to clip your wings)

       I know you won't ever see what I see
       If you lost what I found, 
       you'd see what I mean
       If you lost what I found, 
       you'd see what I mean
       You know you can't ever
       see what I see(see what I see)

       'Cause you won't ever be true
       You won't ever be true
       You won't ever be true(to me)

       I hope you're still waiting 
       on the dark side of town.
 


 
Let Me Let You Be
    July, 1999
    Stump House & The Cricket Hut
 

       The party ended so late last night
       I wondered when he would leave
       Do I need to keep the watch tower
       to keep you safe from burglary?
       I'm not sure if it matters much
       at a quarter to three.
       I wonder if it would be alright
       for me to sleep?

       You wanna just let me let you be
       and that's fine(that's fine)

       'Cause it's late and the house is a mess
       and the sun's coming up 
       and you're asleep on the floor
       I wanna be with you wherever you are
       so could you leave the address?
       I'm not sure if I should be driving the car
       so I'll just drive to bed.
 

       You wanna just let me let you be
       and that's fine(that's fine)

       Is it me or is it uncomfortable
       to sleep on grass that's fake?
       Cigarette burns and butts in your face
       to kiss to your lips when you wake.

       You wanna just let me let you be
       and that's fine(that's fine)


 
 
 
You Win, I Lose 
    September, 1999
    The Cricket Hut
 

      Mid-morning phone call
      It's at work and I'm not in the mood
      "We're not going out anymore
      and there's another girl"
      "Well, how can this be? 
      Last night was fine-
      n fact, better than ever, 
      everything seemed so right"

       Well, it rained so hard that I forgot myself
       and I remembered that I lied
       I'm sorry, I'm sorry
       There's nothing that I can do
       What do you mean do?
       You've done it already
       You win, I lose

       Why don't you just fall
       in front of an oncoming bus?
       Do you hate me that much?
       I do, I do. Hate you.

       Does it happen so fast
       when you look the other way?
       Are you really that good at pretending?

 

       Maybe my eyes were closed and shut
       I never thought you'd cheat 
       'cause it'd hurt too much

       If this were a game of cards,
       I'd probably look the other way
       But not with me. . .

       I'm sorry, I'm sorry
       There's nothing I can do.
       What do you mean do?
       You've done it already
       You win, I lose


 
 
 
Wrong Is Right 
    February, 2000
    Flushing, New York
 

       I say wrong is right
       and day is night
       I say wrong wrong is right
       and day is night

       I've been waiting on the downtown train
       Thinking maybe I should just give up
       These are things you think of
       when you're walking in the rain

       I've been told all my life
       That girls like you, ain't worth much
       But I'd give anything 
       to see your eyes in the sun
       And you'd be mine in the long, long run

       And I'd say wrong is right
      and day is night
       And wrong is right
       and day is night

       If I could wake up 
       with a smile on my face
       and not sad eyes and a line of tears 
       to trace the place
       where I thought of you

 

       What does he have I haven't got?
       Are you blind 
       is it not obvious to the world?
       Is it front page newsflash 
       newsbreak scoop dash
       this-just-in fall-in-love
       on-the-wings-of type of thing?

       And I'll say wrong is right
       and day is night
       Wrong is right
       and day is night

       * You stopped writing 
       and I wondered why
       What sort of bad omen 
       'caused your song well to run dry?
       What sort of man 
       makes you hate yourself?
       'Cause if you hate your songs
       than there's a part of you, you can't like.
       (i wanna help you so i'll say)

       Wrong is right
       and day is night
       Wrong is right
       and day is night

       * the secret verse
 


 
 
 
Situation 
    February, 2000
    Flushing, New York
 

       I had a situation
       down at the station
       with Mr. Loquacious
       From a bad night of drinking
       I got to thinking
       my luck had just run out.

       There's not a situation
       for every occasion
       there's a time and place, hon
       don't you go crying on my shoulder
       (it's not the place for that!)

       With all this frustration
       fake plans and machinations
       you had the good sense
       to leave and just get out

       The train leaves at five and three
       if you want you can wait with me
       I'll be waiting there
       to find a new situation
 
 

 

       You've got your mind set on one good thing
       to fuck your pride and the brass ring
       time to take a vacation
       and get a new situation

       Mama always said I was handsome
       (she sure did)
       Mama always said I was a good catch
       (I didn't quite catch that)
       And any girl would be so lucky
       (i'm feeling lucky)to find
       herself in that situation

       The train leaves at five and three
       if you want you can wait with me
       I'll be waiting there
       to find a new situation


 
 
 
Heart Attack
    February, 2000
    Flushing, New York
 

       My mind's been playing tricks on me
       Been seeing signs 
       where there ain't no signs should be
       I seen love where love can't keep
       'cause it's spoiled, it's spoiled just like me

       I been around, I wasn't born yesterday
       I got a head on my shoulders,
       and this ain't my birthday suit
       I bought it up special 
      for occasions just like this
       so if you're all dolled up, 
       maybe I can steal a kiss?
       (i don't know)
       It'll be so quick, you won't even miss it
       before you realize it's gone,
       it's gone like yesterday
       and i've stolen your heart
       i've stolen it away

       It's a heart attack
       It's a heart attack
       It's a little heart attack
       It's a little heart attack
       It's a little, it's a little, it's a little, 
       it's a little HUH! heart attack.

 

       You know I can't compare myself to
       I ain't got nothin' 
       but the pockets in my suit
       and the pockets are empty 
       and all I got is you
       (all I got is you)

       I can't handle the pressure
       that's building in my chest
       I should see a doctor
       and give my self some rest
       but the pounding makes it simple
       I don't have to guess

       It's a heart attack
       It's a heart attack
       It's a little heart attack
       It's a little heart attack
       It's a little, it's a little, it's a little, HUH

       HEART ATTACK.


 
 
 
 
California 
    May, 2000
    The Cricket Hut & Flushing, New York
 

       Mister want to go to California
       My father left to keep him company
       and when he got back 
       this is what he said to me
       (he said)
       Maybe then she'll talk to me
       Maybe then she'll walk with me
       Maybe then she'll hold my hand
       and I'll understand again
       and I'll understand again
       and I'll understand again

       I want to go 
       where the cities sound like saints
       where the dirt on the ground 
       looks like paint
       where the skies are so blue 
       you know that it never rains

       in California
       in California
       in California

       Well, it must have been 20 years ago
       when he raised my older brother
       in San Francisco
       with the hills of the city 
       looking out on the west
       and the ocean behind to fill up the rest

 

       Of a golden gate dream 
       that never exists
       out in California
 

       My best friend moved out 
       at the end of high school
       He drove 2,500 miles away from me
       To a school on a cliff 
       hanging over the sea
       Well, he must have done 
       well for himself that fall
       You ask me why, 
       he's married that's all to a girl
       from California

       I want to go to California

       I want to go 
       where the cities sound like saints
       where the dirt on the ground 
       looks like paint
       and the skies are so blue 
       you know that it never rains

       out in California
       in California
       in California.

       I want to go.


 
 
Ain't Got Nothin' 
    May, 2000
    Flushing, New York
 

       I ain't got nothin'
       I ain't got nothin' to prove
       I ain't got nothing
       I ain't got nothing to do
       I ain't got nothing, nothing but friends
       Nothin', but aint' that something to lose?
       I can't lose you
       I can't lose you
       I can't lose you

       Does it make a difference 
       what you do in life?
       Does it make you better 
       if you do things nice?
       Is it all kept track of for a final reckoning?
       'cause if they ask us, 
       what do we have to show for it
       I'm up the deepest creek, 
       in the biggest recorded
       shortage in modern day paddle history.

       Chorus
 

       I say goodbye to a feeling I had inside
       I make my rise, 
       don't need the season to pass the time
       I make my rise back to 
       something you can't buy

       I ask my friend, do you have any regrets?
       He says no, but I think he forgets
       Do you mean the ones you remember 
       or the kind that you forget?
       'Cause if you can't tell the difference
       then I can tell that
       you haven't bet on the wrong horse
       or the wrong side of the bend
       on the wrong side of the bend

       Chorus

       I can't lose you
 


 
 
  The Plan 
    March, 2000
    Flushing, New York

       The plan was simple
       The plan was good
       The plan had every little thing
       That I thought it should

       And I kept them working overtime
       And I kept them working through the night
       And I kept them doing 
       every thing till I thought
       that they done it right

       But you gotta get up on your own
       You gotta go on all alone
       You gotta do every thing in time

       Everyone thought that I was going wrong
       Everyone thought that 
       I shouldn't sing this song
       Everyone thought that 
       tears were falling down
       when we said goodbye

       but the plan was simple.
 


 
Paper Women 
    June, 2000
    Woodside, New York

       The world is in love with itself 
        when it turns June
        So how come I turned 26
        and I'm the only one 
        who's still not in bloom?

        Waiting for love too.

        I'm done with paper women 
        living in my head
        I want someone that doesn't wrinkle 
        when they're in my bed
        She knows that it's not love
        She knows that it's not right
        She knows that it's not love 
        she's waiting for to be

        Just once I'd like to walk down the street
        and have a girl just stop and stare 
        I want her too.
        And I try to say Hello 
        or something said real low
        Or something that you always say
        On any given day

        Lying on the grass, looking up at the sky
        and hoping it falls on you.
 


 
 
 
    Bending Spoons
    July, 2000
    Woodside, New York

        I've wasted time
        Put my heart on the line
        Could have taken the right
        of my own designs

        Who wears a bowler's hat?
        Like an alley cat?
        He does, I've seen him.
        He does the shoes thing, 
        just like Buster Keaton.
        The scary thing is I think he means it
        It's not just for laughs
        It's not even an act.

        He keeps his pen knife in the wall
        He put it there, he thought it'd fall
        He says Tell me now, every little thing
        He likes bending spoons 
        and then he says he  did it with his mind
        Says that it's a sign
 


 
Sunday Walking Blues 
    August, 2000
    Woodside, New York

    She was just walking down the street
    She was just a girl that I'd love to meet
    I know I've waiting too long

    You take it like a Sunday walking blues
    You wonder why the girl won't marry you
    You take it like a Sunday walking blues
    You wonder why the world can't carry you

    I know it's not the first time
    you've been called out on this
    I know it's not the last time
    You'll try to walk out and miss
    Leaving him to think alone by himself
    Keeping things you wish all under wraps
    and dreaming how next time maybe
    we'll blow reville instead of just taps
    because the day's not done
    till we call it a night
    and we can't agree on nothing
    unless we agree to the start of a fight

    and that's not the way I'd like to end
    my last sight of you by the way
    not the memory of someone else holding your face
    not your car parked after dark somewhere discreet by a lake
    and get caught driving by so slowly
    highbeams back light the shapes
    of a worldclass back seat make-out
    with windows fogged up for effect
    I should turn around and get out of here
    before I cause a wreck
 


 
 
 
Judgement Day
    April, 2000
    Flushing, New York

    My little songlet that hasn't been finished yet.  So sad though. 
    It's probably going to be my catchiest song, 
    yet I haven't been able to finish it.  Someone be my muse! 
 


    Take another step back
    Mother says I may
    Don't you know you been waiting on, waiting on the Judgement Day
    (and you know she said)

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Wedding Cake 
    May, 2000
    Virginia & New York

    My name is Janie
    I am eight years old
    I have a boyfriend
    and he is 24 years old
    But he's immature for his age
    and he doesn't know it yet
    but I know it cause it dreamt 
    it last night, sleeping on the piece of wedding cake

    I met him at the wedding
    and I brought home a slice of cake
    and my mom wrapped it in cellaphane
    and I laid it under my pillow
    and I fell asleep to the sound of rain
    and that's how I dreamt of how my prince came
    to rescue me
    I know when I'm nine
    he'll be smitten and we'll drink red wine
    and we'll watch cartoons and football games
    and go to Hawaii for our honeymoon
    and cut sugar cane for our cereal

    and we'll have a favorite place
    that he likes to go
    with a bartender named Joe
    who has a dog named Sam
    who sits at the bar and tells dirty jokes
    well, joe will
    Sam'll just laugh

    I'll have Shirley Temples with lots of cherries
    He'll have Roy Rogers with a touch of sherry
    'Cause that's what my dad drinks
    and I will when I'm old enough to we'll marry
    and when I throw the boquet
    I'll cheat a bit and peak so I can say where I'll aim
    And I'll tell my friend Sarah to stand in front
    so when she's eight she'll meet someone
    that's twenty four
    and then we'll double date and take long drives to the lake
    and we'll dream about the wedding cake. 

--Inspired by Steve Holt and a little girl at Lasse Christiansen's wedding


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Wait
    September, 2000
    Woodside, New York
 

    I will take off my hat if you walk in the room
    I will buy you blue roses, when you're feeling blue
    I will lay down my jacket if it starts to rain
    I will sleep on the couch if it gets too late

    But I won't wait
    I won't wait
    I won't wait
    I won't wait

    I will lay with you till the twilight meets dawn
    I will watch you walk in, 
    while I watch by the lawn
    I will hold your hand if you get real scared
    I will learn how to sew if your clothes start to tear

    You never seem satisifed
    and you just can't figure why
    But I will let  you talk and see
 

    But I won't wait
    I won't wait
    I won't wait
    I won't wait

    I will get beat up if you start I fight
    I will promise I'm good, I will say I won't bite
    I will have a match lit, if you need a light
    I will slow dance real close at the end of the night

    Slow dance real close
    Slow dance real close
    Slow dance real close

    I won't wait


 
 
 
Did You Write This?
    September, 2000
    Woodside, New York

    Tell me did you write this?
    Did you think it up at night
    like John Milton said?
    I heard that "Paradise Lost" was written in bed
    Was it like that?
    Did you dream it in your head?

    Was she hard to handle?
    Hard to please?
    Hard to keep from going round kissing your knees?
    Was it like that?

    Heaven knows it ain't right.

    The words she wrote were pictures on my wall
    Charms to have to make me feel so tall
    Charms are not the ordinary way
    For making me feel like you feel what you say

    Tell me now, was it like that?

    Was it make believe?
    Was it let's pretend?
    Was it "never you worry, my heart will mend"?
    Was it like that?
    Tell me did you write this?

    Tell me did you write this song?
    'Cause I never did. 
 


 
Seventh Sun
by Nathan Shelkey

He keeps on looking at the Seventh Sun
Shields his eyes so the rays can't burn
He can only wait and watch the 7th Sun
But nothing shows on the sun spots
So he's left with a memory burned
in his retinas
Soft brown hair caressed by his hands

If it were only true he wouldn't have to make believe
And tell stories to himself
While the 7th sun sets, a silent sandman
sees a wandering, watering can

He picks it up and sprays himself
maybe that'll do the trick and wake him up.
Maybe it's this job, but I'm always nodding off.
And you try and get the sand out when it shows up in your shoes
Or in the shower, I couldn't wash it off if I took it for hours and hours

Is a vision good enough
Just look by don't touch
If I close my eyes
Could I imagine that much

Traveling at night
with the moon for my lamp
The traffic is dead/no one is out
'cept for ghosts overhead

When will it dawn so I can get some sleep
During the day, 
it's just watchmen, waiters, lovers, vampires, and me.

So say sweet dreams, pull the covers up
Keep the bed bugs at bay
Put blinds down, draw the curtains
Say your prayers on your knees

If I shall die before I wake
God bless grandfather and me
I never knew him when I was two
So I hope he's left with a memory
With a child on his lap, of a black leather chair

I know it's fake but let it be a secret please
I keep on looking for the 7th Sun
I keep on hoping for a 7th Sun
So I can lay me down to sleep.

And rest in peace. 
 

Seconds Fast
    May 2001,
    Woodside, New York.

    So she cut me loose
    said I'm a kite
    and like the little wooden boy
    I got no strings on me

    said there's the door
    now have a life
    said no goodbyes
    cause they're not fair
    makes me think
    I'll never see you again
    makes you think I really cared

    I've been waiting too long
    I've been seconds fast

    (Yeah, oh) Tonight,
    I was wrong
    I was stoned
    You were gone
    It was noon-day light.

 

In My Defense
May 2001,
Woodside, New York

    She's been waiting like a heart attack
    Always trying to make it back
    But she can't be long
    I hope she's gone
    But it's hard, it's harder than that

    I don't know what time it is
    but it's always on my mind
    to be loved, to be loved, sometimes

    I sat next to a fat man.
    I watched him sit.
    (an island unto himself)
    He had no legs it seemed to me
    His chins were sly, they hid his neck
    His neck was worse I'll bet

    Crossed his legs
    (I was wrong he did have legs)
    and the space filled in
    was he always fat?
    did he wish he were slim?
    was he young once?
    and when did he give in?

    'Cause I'll bet it's hard, it's harder than that.

    I have nothing to say
    but if you want to talk let's talk away
    I always liked the sound of your voice
    I never want another woman in my life
    I wish you'd just go away
    But I guess I'm glad somehow you stayed

    You sleep in the kitchen on a chair
    where it's safe from mice and men

--Also called the Fat Man Song
 


 
 
The Same Old Streets
July 2002
Woodside, New York

Driving down the same old streets
Looking for a heart that beats
that says,

I don't care what the other boys do
If it feels this good, then I want to be with you
(yeah)

Growing up
I'd always make sure to hit your house
At Halloween
Just to see you open the door
And if your little baby sister come and answer instead
I'd say can you please wake her up?
'Cause I'm thinking 'bout asking her out

I'd say, "Listen, can you keep a secret on the line?
If you want to be fair, then you want to make her mine."

Chorus:
I won't be wrong
To say what's love
I won't be wrong
To say it's love

We're laying on top of a rock overlooking the trail
There's voices below and I'm getting scared
But I know I won't go
'Cause your head's on my lap
And your hair's on my chest
And your kissing my fingers
No, I won't protest
(In Central Park, along the lake. . .)

Chorus

In 3rd grade, a girl said
I looked like John Travolta
When I was 13, a girl said
I looked the guys in Wham
I hope now I look like I'm in love
'Cause it feels just like I am

Chorus

You brought me some flowers
I don't care if they're from my backyard
At night
You're saying "I love you"
Before you go to sleep
You think I can't hear
But it's creeping into my dreams
You hear songs---
You say "they remind me of you"
Well tell me, if you hear this
Well, what would you think?

Chorus

Won't you say it's love
Say it's love

 


 
 
The Closer
August 2001
Woodside, New York

He tried to guess the color
He tried to guess the name
The more he tried
The less he felt,
The less that he felt sane

I'm not your brother's little keeper
I don't have to meet her
And I don't have to take this
It's not my cross to bear
So won't you close your eyes
And wipe away that stare

There's cracked fingernail polish
On the bartender's bar
They've got the shots lined up
but I'm glad 'cause it's not my turn to pay
I put the shot down my stout glass
and boil my-make-my thoughts miles away

And if it's 2 am, I look around for friends
That even know my name
It's getting harder now
To even see the crowd
To watch me fall on my face(on my face)

Do you suppose her friends would mind if I moved in?
Even though they have no idea where my hands have been
(where they been)

I'm closer,
so they let me clear the place
 


 
 
 
I Want To Go
March 2002
Woodside, New York

I saw you last night
In the back room
You had dust on your lips 
Was it candy for the full moon?

Black night shadows your blue eyes
You've got pixie glitter all all over your neck
And a tattoo of a sun that says sex to my mind

I never dig this scene
But with you here I have to believe
I want you to know

If you want to leave
I want to go
x3

Stars on your ceiling
Scarves on your lamp
Candles lit, joints are hit
Halter tops, and a silver cross

Midnight margaritas
And salt on your lips
A bitter-sweet kiss
45s of the Fisher Price
Copper on the nuh-nuh-nuh-needle

Prechorus
Chorus
 


 
If Itís Me
September 2002
Woodside, New York

It's the secrets we keep
The ones that we mean
The times that we had
(That we dare to believe)

Iím lying here in the dark
Iím trying hard to forget
Something that might never start

And if itís too late
Well, what do I say?
Did I just pretend
To be okay?

And if your feelings have changed
Well, how can I tell?
Do I just come and ask
And wish you well?

I think itís your turn to admit
Whatís on your mind,
If Iím a year too late
Well, maybe itís mine(my)
Time to think. . . 

And if itís me, babe
I canít see it
Itís (you've) gone away like a summer day