A Kind of Echo

You cannot tell when they're lying.

But can tell when they’re telling the truth.

So many people are dying,

dying to be told what to choose.

There's a sound we make when our heart's break.

A kind of echo in your soul.

A kind of echo in your soul.

Don't consider what has passed.

Don't be afraid to live what you say.

I'm still searching for sparrows.

Still searching for answers beyond refute,

still searching…oh…

There's a sound we make when our heart's break.

A kind of echo in your soul.

A kind of echo in your soul.

Out of Print

I have a sun-faded, out-dated, hole-punch shirt and all, 

that's been pre-owned. I've been pre-listened 

for my predisposition to be preoccupied of what I'm thinking...

 

 I'm out of print.

 

I've done my sea sigh, teary eye, thumbnail wretch and all, 

that's been pre-viewed and reviewed. 

Until I'm sick to death of it all, with little hope for a last ditch re-issue.

 

I'm out of print.

I'm out of style.

I'm out of time to get it back.

 

Don't you I used to know what I wanted? 

I used to know what it meant, can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

 

I'm out of print.

I'm out of style.

I'm out of time to get it back.

 

I have a sun-faded, out-dated, hole-punch shirt and all...

Now You Know My Kryptonite

Tell me the good I've done is just a lucky swing of the ax.

Tell me that this wonderful moment will never ever return.

Tell me the clock is ticking.

Tell me I won’t be remembered

and I'm all dressed to be killed.

Now you know my Kryptonite.

Tell me that what struck me as beauty was just a concussion.

Tell me that I'm not in any way destined to win.

Tell me I never heard the music.

Tell me that happiness uses

and I'm all dressed to be killed.

Now you know my Kryptonite.

Now you know my Kryptonite.

Wolf

Taking the long road to get back.

I'm on the cusp of starting up a new attack.

I maybe out of time, but it's my...

my fucking time.

Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't feed the wolf.

Don't be so down in the mouth.

Rabble rusted and rooted in the South.

I'm still doing the “Hustle”

with my brick shit house.

Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't feed the wolf.

Don't feed the wolf.

Earth In Me

Don't care much of what I might have lost.

Don't tell me things I need, or how much it'll cost.

Like a river runs, I feel, I touch and I see.

'Cause baby I have the Earth in me.

Mistakes I've made, things I've done, they're gonna last.

The one's I love, the one's I hold can never be left in the past.

You can tell me I'm wrong and I may be,

but the Truth has no master, it just is.

'Cause baby I have the Earth in me.

The Earth in me, the Earth in me.

Ashes in my veins, dirt in my soul

it's the cleanest thing you can ever hold

the Earth in me. The Earth in me.

To Be

I'm at the wrong end of this town.

Where love's gone wrong and right into the parking lot.

The streets are empty and the car is cold, 

got the radio playing to change the world outside.

We're broke but we're living like Kings and Queens.

We do what we want and dream that we're living our dreams.

Got no place to go, even if we knew one, we close our eyes

to change the world outside.

Change is to be.

Don’t know that change is to be?

I've got a life to live and die.

The harder things come the harder I try.

I'm not selling and I'm not telling 

but writers are lousy little Gods to change the world outside.

Change is to be.

Don’t know that change is to be?

It's Okay

I fell in love in my own sweet time.

Caught me a golden summer girl who's not from California.

Now it's okay, I can wait, I don’t care about the high-tech revolution.

There comes a time when you've got to do it wrong

and playing it safe is the most dangerous thing you can do.

Now it's okay, I can wait, I don't care what brand of fear you're using.

I fell to Earth as all men must do.

The Sun has already seen everything at least a thousand times.

Now it's okay, I can wait, I don't care if I'm in confusion.

Now it's okay, I can wait, yes, I can wait a long time.

Dreams Aren't For the Sleepy

Fell asleep at 6 a.m. Got a feeling

dreams aren't for the sleepy.

Dreams aren't for the sleepy...yea...yea.

Love finds me though. It isn't what I thought it was at all.

Love changed it's name to “accept”,

and to embrace instead of fall.

To embrace instead of fall…fall.

You coulda-woulda-shoulda-but-you-couldn't-so-you-didn't.

You didn't-'cause-you-coulda-and-you-shoulda-but-you-wouldn't.

You wouldn't-and-you-coulda-but-you-knew-you-shoulda-told-me.

And now-you-should've-but-you-didn't-so-you-won't-talk-about-it.

Kinda like this off of my chest. Don't you know that when you 

talk loud no one listens?

Talk loud and no one listens...yea...yea...

Saying “used to be”, speaking “yesterday”, yelling “someday soon”,

we always clean up the past.

But you can never forget her, you can never forget her,

you never will forget her.

'Cause I fell asleep at 6 a.m. Got a feeling 

dreams aren't for the sleepy.

Dreams aren't for the sleepy.

When the Madness Stops

I shaved my head for a change.

A lot of my friends think I’m strange.

Don't need to explain what’cha do.

Ain't understanding me.

Ain't standing over you.

When the madness stops, it’s a hard day.

I'm 1965 "feel hippy high"

with tumbleweeds flying through the sky.

"Till the end of time”, is that what you thought?

I would have loved you forever, but I forgot.

When the madness stops, it’s a hard day.

Empty Calories

I'm full of empty calories. I'll show you there’s nothing inside of me.

Filler is the killer, liquor's quicker

Don't let me bring you down.

Don't let me bring you down.

What do you know?

What do you know?

Really…what do you know?

What do you really know?

Fashion, everything's a fashion now.

Hashish can be good for the joints yea...

Style over content. What's that you said?

Don’t let me bring you down.

Don’t let me bring you down.

I'm not brilliant, not incredible or unbelievable or a genius…man…

I'm just full of empty calories.

Scot Free

Never mind the tulips, animals and cannibals do what they do.

For this creature feature you can do what you please,

do what you want, do what you please

and blow sunshine to smithereens.

Gotta take it far, take it all

and then we'll get off Scot free...yea...right.

Never mind the tulips, it’s God eat God,

everyone for themselves.

Just a little broken, a little too late,

a little too far removed, emotional but empty.

Gotta take it far, take it all

and then we'll get off Scot free...

Sleepy heads hunting for a new place to go.

Salt cured hearts wanting more, and it shows.

Gotta take it far, take it all

and then we'll get off Scot free...yea...right.