Everyone’s angry, everyone’s mad Everyone’s yearning for the things they had. It’s hard getting old. It’s hard to be young. The grass is greener no matter where you’re from.
The difference is I can write a song about it. I can write a song about it. I can write a song about it. I can write a song about it.
I never studied, I never learned how to play. I just observed from a distance and woke up one day. I woke up with a vision, an idea in my head. I wrote down a plan, then I went back to bed.
The difference is I can write a song about it. I can write a song about it. I can write a song about it. I can write a song about it.
People ask me “Son, where do your ideas come from?”… I shoot ‘em straight, tell ‘em the truth, pull back the curtain and sing it to you.
Now the words in the ether, a simple truth. Corrupted by fiction instead of living proof.
The difference is I can write a song about it. I can write a song about it. I can write a song about it. I can write a song about it. I can write a song about it. I can write a song about it.
2. Hush
Hush my little baby, don’t say a word. Mama ain’t gonna buy another mockingbird. She’ll just open up the window and let it fly on in. Singing to her day and night since, God, I don’t know when. Got a rose between its beak and a halo made of thorns. As beautiful as Lucifer, ‘fore his fallout with the Lord. Oh, yeah.
Hush my baby, don’t you cry. Mama’s gonna sing a little lullaby To forget all of your troubles, let ‘em float away. Out the window with the breeze. Come back some other day. Along with your troubles, forget what you heard about shiny things, like diamond rings from pretty little birds.
There will always be a Winter. And even Summer has its rain. Diamonds and pearls attract some pretty little girls, But that ain’t the way it should be…no.
Hush my darlin’, Papa’s coming home. Spending all his time away, leaving us alone. And he goes out ‘til the nighttime has turned back into day and his pockets have been emptied by another bird of prey. And that’s alright with Mama, you’ll never see her cry. While Papa’s ring has turned to brass, Mama’s ring still shines.
There will always be a Winter. And even Summer has its rain. Diamonds and pearls attract some pretty little girls, But that ain’t the way it should be...no.
Hush my little baby, Mama’s gonna tell you a little secret that she has kept so well. There’s a couple ways of living for you to do just fine. There’s a choice of love or money: purse strings or valentines. There’s a flaw in every diamond, a cloud in every sky. Spread your wings my baby bird. Fly my darlin’ fly.
There will always be a Winter. And even Summer has its rain Diamonds and pearls attract some pretty little girls, But that ain’t the way it should be...no.
3. South Shore
I grew up on the South Shore fishing in a cranberry bog. Pulling largemouth bass out of these old farm ponds. People always ask me, “Where has your accent gone?” I grew up ‘round here, but I never had one.
I’m from a small town. I’ve seen some things. Worked hard keeping my eyes open, observing everything. It’s a big old world. It’s a big old world. It’s a big old world. It’s a big old world.
I’ve been let down. I’ve felt real pain. I’ve overindulged to the point I felt insane. There’ve been times I felt so alone. I walked through my hometown like a man unknown.
Maybe that’s fate? Maybe that’s life? You love and hate. And there’s peace and strife. Maybe that’s real? Maybe that’s fake? You walk through town with your head hanging down saying “Ain’t life great?”
And I left home for a while to see where I belonged. I searched high and low for a place to call home, but it all felt wrong. And people say, “You can never go home”, But I like to think that ain’t so ‘cause if it is I’ve got nowhere to go.
It’s a big old world, it’s a big old world. It’s a big old world, it’s a big old world.
I grew up on the South Shore fishing in a cranberry bog. Pulling largemouth bass out of these old farm ponds. People always ask me “Where has your accent gone?” I grew up ‘round here, but I never had one. It seems I’ve been gone so long, it’s like I never had one.
4. Crazy Love
Love, crazy love. Now I’m asking favors and I’m taking drugs. Love, crazy love. Now I’m asking favors and I’m taking drugs. To escape this crazy love.
When it all began and you ran with a crowd so cool and so proud. And I was just your little pet. When it came to me you couldn’t care less.
Love, crazy love. Now I’m asking favors and I’m taking drugs.
Good days are gone and I was wrong. Instead of running away, I stayed too long. You might see me now and then. But I should’ve known when it was the end.
Love, crazy love. Now I’m asking favors and I’m taking drugs. To escape this crazy love.
I saw you walking in, taking shots in the back of the room. Should’ve known right then…impending doom.
Love, crazy love. Now I’m asking favors and I’m taking drugs. To escape this crazy love. To escape this crazy love. To escape this crazy love. To escape this crazy…
5. Gasoline
Ever since I was a kid, I found it hard to keep my anger in. I pound my fists and I slam the door. ‘Til I got older and found the liquor store.
Ever since I was a baby boy, I always liked to play with toys. And I like fun and I like joy. Yeah, ever since I was a baby boy.
I hit my teens and things got mean. Give that fire some gasoline. Raise a glass, strike a match. Get the gasoline, get the gasoline.
Now I never minded looking back. The past pulls no punches, that’s a fact. ‘Cause it’s all laid out just how it was. History’s written by the victorious . The loser’s history goes unseen. Give that fire some gasoline. Get the gasoline.
They say there’s darkness in the light. It’s hard to see it ‘cause it burns so bright. Now I think some people think too much. While other people aren’t thinking enough. It does no good to kick and scream. Give that fire some gasoline. Get the gasoline.
Now ever since I was a kid. I found it hard to keep my anger in. I pound my fists and I slam the door. ‘Til I got older and found the liquor store. Just my crutch on which to lean. Give that fire gasoline. Get the gasoline. Oh Oh it does no good to kick and scream. Give that fire some gasoline. Get the gasoline. Get the gasoline. Get the gasoline.
6. Things These Days
I don’t care much for things these days. I’m out of touch, I’m out of place. Spending so much time just rattling my brain against the cage. Adjacent to a higher plain. The engineer upon this train Needs a spark to start back up the flame.
In a tinderbox I kept my dreams. Primeval key that starts the steam. The embers glowed like cackling jack-o-lanterns out on Hallows Eve. “All aboard” I cried unlearned, My steam powered pachyderm. As we glided down the veins of the machine.
It’s like finding an expired Valentine. There might be a little truth left behind. The body of the message: Out of context, undefined. A poetry of shambles that’s approximately rhymed.
Restlessness, uneasy dreams. I’m like a high school girl with a diary. Pouring out my soul for no one’s eyes, but mine to ever see. Mona Lisa’s smile was a mystery, If you overlook the prevailing theme. Expression is in between the lines you read.
It’s like finding an expired Valentine. There might be a little truth left behind. The body of the message: Out of context, undefined. A poetry of shambles that’s approximately rhymed.
She laid her hands upon my scars. Treated them like they were awards. Praised me for my years of service. I replied, “For what do I deserve this?” She said, “Have a good night’s sleep”. All I do is fight and eat. “Whatever makes your life complete” she spoke for any listening ears to hear.
It’s like finding an expired Valentine. There might be a little truth left behind. The body of the message: Out of context, undefined. A poetry of shambles that’s approximately rhymed.
7. Blink of an Eye
High School was a lifetime, so it seemed. College was the blink of an eye. A lot of people come and go, you know, it’s hard to see just why. Now all my friends have got real jobs. Found people they want to marry. And all of this seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.
The workday was a lifetime, so it seemed. The weekend was the blink of an eye. The clock goes from ticking slowly to time just flying by. The boss has got his eye on me. Says, “Something funny’s going on around here”. Wants me to sign in every morning to quell my tendency to disappear.
Try as you might To hold on tight To the things you like, But you can’t stop time.
This lifetime was a lifetime, so it seemed. The good times were the blink of an eye. When I look up I see blue or black, clouds or stars, it’s this or that, Not never-ending sky. Most mornings always hit me like an expectant surprise. In my bed, so safe and warm, safe from the storm as time flies by your eyes.
8. I Can't Wake Up
There’s death on the highway. Ribbons of flames. The bombed out buildings all used to have names. The dog’s running wild. Either you don’t care or you’re gone. I don’t need Brian Williams to know that something is wrong.
The air has gone south. Ashes cover the floor. The phone keeps ringing. I make my way to the door. The fire still screams. I don’t know why the truth is hard to believe. And I’m running wild. But for you, I would do anything.
The world’s on fire. The world is on fire.
Bombs bursting in air. Like a rocket’s red glare. And the meteor showers look like fiery pumpkins sailing through the air.
The ground has burned black. Makes me want to close my eyes and attack. Every forty miles there’s a stretch of neon where I stop and relax.
The world’s on fire. The world is on fire. The world’s on fire. The world is on fire.
And I can’t even wake up. I can’t even raise my head. I can’t even open my eyes and get out of bed. I can’t wake up. I can’t wake up. I can’t wake up. I can’t wake up.
9. (Breaking Up with) My Hometown
There’s always something there to keep you wondering. Always something there that draws you in. A little pain in your heart. A little ember and a spark And a flicker in a flame. Then it’s gone again.
Here I go again. Breaking up with my hometown, though I left a long time ago. Always thought I’d settle down. Always thought I’d return some kind of hero. Heart’s been broken ever since. Here I go again.
Breaking up with my hometown. Breaking up with my hometown. Breaking up with my hometown. With my hometown. Breaking up with my hometown.
There’s always something there to keep you wondering. Always something there that draws you in. A little pain in your heart. A little ember and a spark and a flicker in a flame. Then it’s gone again.
Here I go again. Breaking up with my hometown. I left a long time ago. Always thought I’d settle down. Always thought I’d return some kind of hero. Heart’s been broken ever since. Here I go again.
Breaking up with my hometown. Breaking up with my hometown. Breaking up with my hometown. With my hometown. Breaking up with my hometown. Breaking up with my hometown. Breaking up with my hometown. Breaking up with my hometown.
10. The Great Unknown
Life is so full of unanswered questions. Why do we live and we die? Where is the end of the universe going? If I had the answers I’d do more things right.
My wife is genuinely funny. She does it without even trying. Her voice is soft and it don’t always carry, But she’s the reason I’m smiling.
When we die is there a heaven? If there’s not, is this all we’ve got? Try to be thankful and don’t be an asshole, Sit on the couch and smoke pot.
My wife can burp like a champion And she only weighs 90 pounds. It’s not the size of the person that moves the mountain, Greater forces are shaking the ground. Greater forces are shaking the ground.
All my life and all my days I’ve been plagued with a worried mind. Searching for things and searching for answers. And sometimes I get tired of trying. In the spur of the moment if someone asked me, “Am I one of the haves or have nots?”, I wouldn’t take out my wallet and throw cash on the table. I am rich in ways that aren’t bought.
My wife is a small redhead who’s shown me I’m not alone. If I go first or if she leads the way, We are partners in the great unknown. Partners in the great unknown. Partners in the great unknown.