Wake Up It's been a long time, since I fell asleep on a train Had a bottomless dream It's been a long time, since I missed my stop Rode it till it ran outa steam Been a long time, since I had to hide in plain view With the hobos and their pets Been a long time, since you looked at me funny Wouldn't spot me a cigarette Lemme wake up Lemme turn around and enjoy the view Lemme dig through my pockets Whatever comes up, comes up Comes up shiny and new Lemme wake up Lemme turn around and find you It's been a while, since I rode that train To where the tracks come to meet It's been a while, since I dreamt something Worth talking about in my sleep Lemme wake up The truth of the matter is, we can't handle the truth of the matter how all trains look the same The truth of the matter is a dream is just a place where the clueless come to find someone to blame It's been a long time, since I fell asleep on a train Missed my stop Comments

Get A Move On Got a table to set And a girl to wake Got teeth to brush And a shower to take Got an egg to boil And coffee to roast Got an orange to squeeze And a sammich to roast I got shutters to open And a robe to put on I got a paper to pick up off the porch Before it's gone I got lunch to make Kisses to wave I got a do to comb And a mug to shave And if I ever wanna get my groove on I best get a move on I got but a minute to talk And a train to make I got a pot on the stove And a leg to shake I got a gitter to tune And an axe to grind I got a nose to stick In no business of mine I got a fire to start No standards to meet A high horse to climb A dead horse to beat But I got a line to draw My own words to mark An example to follow A diem to carp And if I ever wanna get my groove on I best get a move on Comments

High Horse Won't you help me Jesus Help me love my fellow man Won't you help me Jesus At least try and understand Won't you help me Jesus Help me love my fellow man Won't you help me Jesus Won't you help me heal his hurt Won't you help me Jesus Let a good heart beat in this shirt Won't you help me Jesus Dig my heels out off the dirt Won't you help me Jesus Won't you help me forget my pride Won't you help me sweeten The bitterness inside Won't you help me Jesus Help me suffer their little minds Won't you help me Jesus Won't you help me down off my high horse Won't you help me Jesus Won't you help me down off my high horse Won't you show me the way And help me stay the course Won't you help me Jesus Help me turn the other cheek Help forgive the ones Who know not what they speak Won't you help me Jesus Claim what rightly becomes the meek Won't you help me Jesus Won't you help me count to ten Won't you help me Jesus Won't you help me count to ten Won't you help me be patient With my fellow men Won't you help me Jesus Won't you help me keep my cool Won't you help me Jesus Won't you help me keep my cool Won't you help me Jesus Not to go off on this fool Won't you help me Jesus Help me let that bottle go Won't you help me Jesus Not to break it on his dome Won't you help me Jesus Just to turn around and go home Won't you help me Jesus Won't you help me down off my high horse Won't you help me Jesus Won't you help me down off my high horse Won't you show me the way And help me stay the course

Slow Song Used to be a sweet talker Used to be a story teller Used to be a head spinner Used to be a tree feller Don't let me get to ya Never been one to hold down a job Never wore a suit n tie in my life I'd hit rock before I roll - over I ain't the dancing type When I get to ya I'll sing you a sad song I'll sing you a sweet, half finished song I'll sing you a slow song I'll never let you down I don't bring home bacon, I don't bring home flowers But I'll get ya anything you need And I may not get to the top of the charts But I make up in spit what I lack in speed And if it starts to get to ya I'll sing you a sad song I'll sing you a sweet, half finished song I'll sing you a slow song I'll never let you down

The Islander He taught you everything you know Shown you everything you seen Folks round here call him The Islander A better bro could never be And if you wanna be his boy You don't wipe the bottle down Seems like a million years ago You stood on the dock and waved The Islander is a Superman Millions of folks waiting to be saved You feel the blood come rushing to your cheeks Come meet me outside Let's light the harbor lights Dance until our feet forget the cold The wind is right The Islander is coming home His pockets full of sand A coat of tan and grey He sure got big where they sent him He coulda used a shave And if you wanna be his boy You don't cry when he's around If you wanna be a boy You'll help put him in the ground And if you wanna be a boy... ... you don't wipe ...the ...bottle ...down Come meet me outside

Moddergat Town on the beach Ran out of waves Ran out of fish to catch Triton lay down Boats run aground Fisherman hang up your nets -Sleep, sleep, costs nothing to dream -Quickly return to me -Sleep, sleep, costs nothing to dream -Know I will always be here -A fisherman belongs to the sea Eighty set off Into the moon To Neptune's silver claim End of the dock Women in black Sing to who never home came -Sleep, sleep, costs nothing to dream -Quickly return to me -Sleep, sleep, costs nothing to dream -Put all your faith in me -A fisherman belongs to the sea Impatient hearts (make for) Desperate minds Hollow a life without fear Horse's hearts pound Wooden cart drowns The mermaids will shed you no tears -Sleep, sleep, costs nothing to dream -Quickly return to me -Sleep, sleep, costs nothing to dream -There is nu mercy in she -A fisherman belongs ...to the sea Town on the beach Ran out of waves Ran out of fish to catch Comments

Another Bar Here's the last song I'll be playing ya Then I'll put away this old guitar Thanks for coming, thanks for staying Please settle up at the bar A different place, tomorrow night I will play these same songs again Played them so often, I don't recall the whys I only know how they end Another bar in another town Another way I let you down Another verse, another turnaround I don't know where you are Between sets I will often hear How I should be on the radio I could get into some serious dough Hey, from your mouth to God's ears Brings me to the last thing I'll say Tip the waitress that brought your beer You don't gotta go home, but you can't stay here If you're driving, please be safe Another bar in another town Another way I let you down Another verse, another turnaround I don't know where you are Another bar in another town Another way I let you down Another verse, another turnaround I don't know where you be See, guiding stars and shooting stars They will travel at different speeds Every night I look around the place Before I put on my one-guy show I hope to some day see your face And you have come to take me home Another bar in another town Another way I let you down Another verse another turnaround I don't know where you are

Tag Along (Then You Came) Used to be a barroom singer Used to be a bell ringer They say I was a humdinger Then you came along Used to be a storyteller Used to be a bullshit seller I know i was a tree feller Then you came along You didn't buy my crooked smile made me feel like I'd gone outa style I was just glad you let me tag along I used to be a troublemaker Used to be a promise breaker Some say I was an earthshaker Till you came along I was a train barreling down the track A steaming hot engine, best believe me Jack I thought noone could ever hold me back But you proved me wrong You didn't buy my crooked smile made me feel like I'd gone outa style I was just glad you let me tag along And if this song reaches just one boy Teaches him a girls hearts no toy Baby, all your trouble with me will Maybe been worth your while You say I was a headspinner I know I was a whole lot thinner I've been feeling like a lottery winner Ever since you came along

Never Had It So Good We will bitch about the heat Then we'll bitch about the cold We will bitch about the young If we don't bitch about the old We will bitch about the rain, how it's flooding our pool We will bitch about the sun, burning holes in the roof We never had it so good We will bitch we want in We will bitch we can't get out First we'll bitch it's too quiet Then we'll bitch it's too loud Yeah, we'll bitch about science and we'll bitch about art If we don't bitch about the dumb, we'll just just bitch about the smart We never it do good We will bitch about girls and how they wanna be boys We'll bitch there's too many options, but too little choice We never had it so good

(c) 02.06.2017 time and ink verse 1 dreams are life's engine but it seems to me dreams aren't all they're cracked up to be. we use dreams as an end-run as a sub for the things we escape from the helplessness poverty brings in dreams. verse 2 while life's for the living we're in debt to the dead for the insights they saved and the things that they said. life our excuse for not giving our all in our fight yes, life is the thing wakes us up in the night that's life. CHORUS: dreams become goals, once you have set a time limit make it real for the world and everyone in it life is wish and remembrace with moments in between do you dream your life, or live your dream? verse 3 we imagine this our dream of life it just makes sense we could fall either way as we walk the fence. life's the sharp edge of the knife and dreams the end we grab here we are in this dream of life i have-- a life of dreams. CHORUS BRIDGE: dreams are for living and life is a dream merrily merrily down the stream it seems we may never know what it all means so do you dream your life or live your dreams?

She's sleeping with the TV on Coz she can't stand the quiet She's acting like there's nothing wrong She just likes a little noise in the night Watch her face light up As the screen lights up On her telephone She'll take this call The lights are on But there's noone home She came from a town out West probably never made it all through school If she hadn't told, you'd never have guessed All her friends used to think she was cool We watch her face As her song comes on the radio We all sing along Coz it's about her Doncha know? She's sleeping with the TV on She's weaving in and out of traffic Just like she's weaving in and out of life She'll be focused on what's in front of her Till something new catches her eye Now has noone noticed her third trip to the bottlestore And has noone noticed the brandnew shades she never wore... before? She's sleeping with the TV on She's sleeping with the TV on Coz she can't stand the quiet She's acting like there's nothing wrong She just likes a little noise in the night