You got a lot on your plate and it's too much to handle One thing or another both ends of the candle With a wife and three kids and one on the way Lately it seems there's just ain't enough time in the day It'll drive you insane if your cup ain't half full You can't complain and you can't grab the horns by the bull Life moves too fast to beg, steal or borrow But if you cut the grass, it'll be short tomorrow It's the last thing on your mind but it's the first thing I see Every time I drive by I wonder just how long it'll be I know you ain't got time to be working for nothing And you got mouths to feed But when you walk out in the morning Just look and you'll see what I mean It'll drive you insane if your cup ain't half full You can't complain and you can't grab the horns by the bull Life moves too fast to beg steal or borrow But if you cut the grass, it'll be short tomorrow I believe what you sow in the spring you will reap in the fall Bad luck on a string don't mean nothing at all What goes up don't always come right back down Sometimes people leave and never come back around One thing I know is hard work always shows And the one way to get there is to always be going If you ain't got friends you don't get Christmas cards And a good place to start's your front yard It'll drive you insane if your cup ain't half full You can't complain and you can't grab the horns by the bull Man, life moves too fast to beg steal or borrow But if you cut the grass, it'll be short tomorrow Yeah, whatever you do today is gonna be done tomorrow

We move slow, we move slow Feel this cold, feel this cold Turning heads with our swift retreat Out of the city Moves these frames, moves these legs Rearrange a subtle change Make it fit so you won't feel Won't feel bored of it Won't feel bored of it Coming after you Lover come grab your guns I know that you want some Maps in flames, I'll follow you While you lead the way Coming after you You, you, you, you, you, you

I've noticed the way that I tug this string too hard It's unwinding, you're rolling This dress is not enough to suit my mood. This chatter, this banter as the highway unfolds in two Directions our eyes speak of feeling too consumed By all of this. Please I am asking for This weight of hearts to lift Shift from this scene of grief into A love that is somehow worth it. I've come for you To soothe this mess of words It's been so long since I've slipped Into place along your widths and curves.

Snow is falling in lightning flash In the morning we wake to thunder blasts It's so mild the dogs march in, Deflating circles till the sun breaks in I lost my journal but I'm certain that A thief is after my most secret past To broadcast in twilight my buzzing mind Creates this nonsense turns my neglect into crime My mother tries to keep the pace With rush hour ladies who aren't afraid To shoot their arrows at the good name She built with cannons and subtle grace Listen now to these sounds All I have oh these sounds Mother shoot those cannons off, Destroy this wicked place The winter brings peculiar things To thaw and leave no trace

Verse 1: I took the bus down Bathurst St. and saw where, All the lonely people meet down there. I sat on a pile of cigarettes and blew, Icicles with one short breath t'wards you. Chorus: There's black ice No sign Verse 2: Oooooohhh oooooohhh And temper me temper this, ive tried, In fit in e'vry thing in a small time. The winter brings a heavyness this way, So hand over the things i shouldnt say. Chorus: There's black ice No sign There's black ice No sign

St. Francis fumbled in the dark Up the stairs and down the hall And in his midst the crows moved slow Whizzing by like thunderbolts And I cried go. With flint in teeth and fire and hand He fought a fleet of angry men Who boast of birds they stole from St. Francis tamed those witless thieves And I cried go. St. Francis learned th wolves lived in Towns with wives and with children His eyes grew blind from this awful truth The real wolves wore pants and shoes The crows know that your wavering The crows know that your waiting To escape. St. Francis says says says GO.