In the evening, when the kettle's on for tea An old familiar feeling settles over me And it's your face I see And I believe that you are there In a garden, when I stop to touch a rose And feel the petals soft and sweet against my nose I smile and I suppose that somehow maybe you are there When I'm dreaming And I find myself awake Without a warning And I rub my eyes And fantasize And all at once I realize It's morning And my fantasy is fading Like a distant star at dawn My dearest dream is gone I often think There's just one thing to do Pretend the dream is true And tell myself that you are there

Where are you? Are you there? Where are you? Are you there? Are you waiting at the golden stair? Can I be, can I be free? Will I be, am I soon to be free? Do you remember you loving me? In my quiet time I pray with you, I pray with you Deep in my heart Where every word I ever dreamed Is cross-stitched on my pillow Now, I lay me down to sleep Beneath the weeping willow Will you, you carry me? Will you, will you carry me again? Will you wrap me in your arms Like you did way back then? Hold me, hold me tight Show me the cheek by the firelight I'll know it's you by touch and sound and sight. I'll walk and run, peek in each room Look in, where have you gone? Where should I go? When every doorway leads to nowhere I am lost and broken Come for me and take me home And crack my heart wide open. (Who is there?) I look out (Who is there?) All looks the same But a mirror holds no claim (Who is there?) Who's standing here? (Who is there?) In the shadows Will he stay or will he run? I give him what he wants. Where should I, where should I be? Who's taken my life Are they looking for me?

It's nice to be home It's nice to indulge in new interests Finish the gin, plug in the circular saw and Get down to business I usually don't care who says what On the internet I don't usually regret But I'm often afraid And anxious that all this is endless Living inside spaces where all disagreements Are ever so briefly suspended Sometimes I suspect in some ways I would rather not wake up After sleeping But you make me feel loved I still like to look at your pictures Heaven is soft, Hell is a short walk Indiana is twelve hours from home I wish I could say that I know What you wanna hear Then say it Then say it again Like a lullaby

There's a hole in the roof, and the rain's comin' down The roads are all flooded, there's no way back to town And this ship we came in on, has just run aground You know fate has a funny way of comin' around The memories we've buried, have now taken seed When spring time comes they'll turn into weeds And they'll creep through your window to smother your dreams You know fate has a funny way of comin' around Oh they'll carve our names like scripture To the souls of their feet Every footprint that they take It will tell of our deed Drowning lies, oh they're following me Till the flow tide comes, to swallow The beach This bottle of bourbon's now dry as a bone It drank us all up and then it left us alone Well we sense whats to come, but we can't choke it down You know fate has a funny way of coming around

Prissy prissy Don't you call me If you miss me Gotta leave you And get on with my life Shootin' everybody down Thinkin' you're so profound Ya never listen To no one's advice You're a liar, liar, liar With your pants on fire Always going back On your word Over here over there Do ya really care Playin games Like I never heard If I knew then What I know now I'd tell you that the stories are true Cause what ever you do It comes back to you Right back to you babe, I'll tell ya Burnin' bridges fallin' down Got a nasty reputation From town to town Burnin' bridges fallin' down Burnin' bridges fallin' down on you Mirror morror on the way It always tells you That you are the best of all Maybe you're too blind to see That you're heading for a fall