Lyrics

"Werner Ghost Truck"
William

i won't go anywhere if not without you and i won't tell them anything at all if your not around out here all caught up in life out here without you out here in the last days of our youth trying not to fall in a home here all by herself a home without you an old pipe sits there on the shelf hollow and cold and they've emptied the big white house and piled your things in the driveway an old mandolin a broken down train set town and no reason to hang around and in these photographs on the front porch does everything work out in this winter scene tell me everything works out in that last memory william walks in the open air and will now forever and our old ghosts go with him there down the old roads and i won't go anywhere if not without you eventhough i've been moving since you've been gone but can't seem to move on

Crossing The Rubicon

rubicon i've done nothing wrong i just need to know the names of everything that brings these mid day thunderings through the falling snow we cross the bridge to sing this shaky thing this desprite offering given to the ghost who set to cross that shaky bridge just like ceasar did so the choice is made the die is cast so sing dispite the words to commit youself to wonder the world as we sing and pray for rain to wash away age and lack of time how much do you give to the thing that makes you live though the world screams there's no time for dreams through black streets and parks we whistle in the dark ignore the beckoning of the hurt machine no don't go in the footprints of julius we'll know though we doubt and pray for rain if this is war then show us the way rubicon i've done nothing wrong

Long Dark Room

long dark room hold it together through the rust and dust the saddest summer winds through the broken windows of the mill building the black record spins into the night it crackles and it hisses and it tells you your not right and you can hear the footsteps on the stairs the voice of friends who lie the moon ripping through the sky and you wait for home to bring you bones to tell you it is there after all of you is gone after all the drinks are through the words are scattered scrall in the hardest years of all they ask me if it's true how did this evil come to rest in you and the old doctor says the pathways to your heart are getting clogged and distressed and it's tired of hope and lack of love the emptiness of driving home to streets that never held you up so give me a choice and i will choose the winter roads the highway tolls the empty floors of strangers homes and they drive away one by one and i'm left with the backroad that leads me to no one but you and you and i are through in the hardest years of all but maybe it will take another to forget about the other i don't know and as i walk you to the bus you tell me that you love me but it's me you'll never trust i've walked backwards through your life to strum these guitars sing these songs most every night you can hear the city losing sleep either from the old hag or the bear hug summer heat there's an old couple dancing in the hall it's not that they're in love there just not afraid to fall and i guess that's why i hope to stop holding on to you in the hardest years of all

Put The Drunk Drivers On The Guest List

don't see this as my home i don't belong here it's not the final destination of a life it seems this year the winter won't go nowhere at all it's late april and the world won't come alive and born into the hardest cruelest month scream in the rain and it will fill up your lungs and i'm drowning in the middle of your street on my own and out of time halfway home and still behind they're not here they won't show put the drunk drivers on the guest list flag them down don't let them wonder around alone follow me and i will not deceive you i bet you're all so sick of the roads that wind through your town cold scenester girls and dark abrasive bar rooms there is nothing left out here for me that i have not already found and it's like wrapping gifts half drunk on christmas eve passing out inside the room where you were conceived praying only to the holyness of snow that does not fall on your home tell the drunk drivers in your ghost town there's no safe place down those roads so sick of this place and can't believe your still here but those who do not grow and who refuse to change so follow me to where we might matter somewhere but he said to me i can't keep living your way when the fun runs out it's time to pack it in and fade away but i know and empty bar in nashville we could play i know an empty bar in black mountain we could play i know an empty bar in buffalo we could play either on the road or at home it's all the same the emptiness of roads is the emptiness of home the emptiness of home is the emptiness of roads so wait don't go don't wait for me

Friendship Fails You

when friendship fails you there will still be the black winged thing hovering and hissing suspended and supporting floating and forgiving when this life fails you there will still be the dark of the world telling you it's ok to hide away in twilight as the township rumbles by screaming for your head but i can't i can see that your not out there but your not with me and like in that dark backyard i felt someone near but there's no one here standing next to me when this love fails you there will still be the drunken dreams the tender laughing loudly the ceiling fans are axes and your hovering upwards with no control but i can't i can see that your not out there but your not with me and you said sit down with me i can handle one drink eventhough my whole world's falling down on me when friendship fails you don't be afraid when friendship fails you don't pull down the cold dead when friendship fails there might not be reprive when friendship fails you let them go but don't let them fall asleep

Flailing

love won't wait when your staring at the brickwalls of life when you scream over and over it's over i'm leaving again and they'll walk away and i'll come around with a need to get found knowing that you've been there all alone knowing that i won't hold on it's always the same it's eight months of light and it's ten years of rain the paintings in the old house stare all day without seeing like when you hear them say through the whiskey haze i want to believe you i need to believe you but those scarecrows with arms free they go flailing around me they don't know what it's like to just be free in this life you know but those scarecrows with arms free they just pray to the tall trees they don't know what's like to give up young to lose your fight to know when your done and he said that i just can't hang around there is something that i still haven't found and she said go if you want because i have been this long alone but don't lose yourself because it's all that you'll have when you have no one else and don't be out there to long alone you may never get home again time for the games the people erased in the blackbook of names and there will always be a blue dress in spring and the regret for the bad timing i did not say hey i want to believe you i need to believe you but those scarecrows with arms free they go flailing around me they don't know what it's like to just be free in this life you know but those scarecrows with arms they just pray to the tall trees and like christ they will hang dispite the cold of new england rain there will be sunlight i want to believe you i need to believe you

The Sendoff

sit down breathe slow as i gently prepare you for war despite all the days from that glorious haze that you knew before don't be surpised at the edge of your life at the end of the day if there's nothing to talk about i'll always know what it's like when you go far away and you go away and i'm still here and you go away and i want to ask you a question what are you gonna do what are you going through in all of these days of your life what if i never sing what will tomorrow bring in all of these days of this life it's not yet spring but i'll walk out there as if it was despite all the harm from the holes in your arms and the heaving frost don't be surpised when they scream at your eyes if you head just explodes and you know what to talk about i'll always know what it's like when you go to that place don't go away not on this perfect day you should be here and you go away and i'm still here

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"Choir Practice"
Train Song

before you give up on the day would you lift up all the shades the sun is out there shining from a thousand miles away and you have come around and I'm happy for you I know the world is cracked and wasted you don't have to be that way too and these footprints they do talk always have to watch were I walk fingerprints on beer bottles infidelity's on the couch and I'm always in love but never in the way that makes you sit peacefully by yourself at home with everything you hate and help comes around but your far away in another town in another haze and they're never there when you need them the most when you've fallen on the beach they're on another coast take that train far away from here thee ghost train past the graves through the rain and I know she'll always see some sort of angel here in me but the angels left here long ago by the river and by the sea and here before the flood by a payphone in New Orleans hey dearest friend I'm lost and wasted this is the last dime in my jeans and the world has spun around and left you lying there teach yourself to depend on yourself and then learn not to care and help comes around but your far away in another town in another haze and the hand that reaches out is never the one you need the most when your missing on the shore they search the other coast take that train far away from here thee ghost train past the graves through the rain

Out of Bounds

drive the stakes in the winter ground and sing death songs forever the sky is overcast with souls and I'm inside windows watching said the he could take this job so he could feel closer so there is no surprise or fear when the curtain softly closes on him I had given up when I found you and now I hope I'll smile while hearing the sound of our two footsteps walking westward in the wind never belonged to anywhere with rented rooms and sleeping bags and sin in this life of leaving I have been left out of bounds I've been on my way home now forever and I cannot keep hanging around in the horrid sunlight for what's out there in the sunlight for what's there for me six months on the river and two more in El Cajon five years singing me back to life please tell the undertaker I am coming home I need a room all at once I have discovered that I have been left out of bounds there's a black haired hope pulling me from the river and if nobody drowns in your town then take me to the sound of the hope of footsteps walking west and there's been hope in the sound of footsteps walking west I have been left out of bounds and I cannot keep hanging around in the horrid sunlight for whats out there footsteps walking west

Run to the Hills
lyrics by Steve Harris

American Folk Rock School

this is my last summer in town this my last hope for a home won't be another of those holligan lovers who choke they said I would choke I don't have time for the rhyme there's been so many of you left behind sit down have a drink don't speak of your problems with me not before we roam this is my last whiskey at home and I don't have things just horrible springs the leaves don't have trees the birds don't have wings and I won't stoop to american folk rock school the girls aren't that clean and neither are you this my last summer in town and they've been waving goodbye with both hands the padio bar shines like glass for the crash of the vans of rockstars that don't call their friends this my last chance for amends and we hear him sing our heads they just ring the trees don't have leaves the birds don't have wings and I won't stoop to american folk rock school the girls aren't that clean and neither are you pylons of pain won't push me away I won't waste every moment with you pylons and rain won't drown me today I won't waste every moment with you this is my last summer in town