- Bricks
now i'm missing you
i miss that town i miss your name
i don't speak it anymore
since you took my picture from its frame
i'm up later each night trying to write my way out of this tomb
seems these sedatives don't work as well in these gloomy rented rooms
where the air conditioner's set on choke and the TV loops bad news
- C'mon Kid
It seems like you’re doing better these days
Even though things are falling apart
I know it’s brutal working minimum wage
It’s like you’re finished before you start
Things got ugly for a while back there
I know I thought that you wouldn’t pull through
Late at night when the phone would ring
There’s no telling what you would do
- Leave It in That Dream
I doubt I'd do it if I got the chance
But I keep wishing for that fever trance
It's a dream I keep having where I'm rolling round Daisy Field with you
Your lips touch mine and I wake up not knowing what's true
I doubt I'd do it if I got the chance
Is this a symptom or just happenstance?
The dream I keep having in that cabin where you got snowed in with me
- Poor Man's House
You know you've done enough when every bone is sore
You know you've prayed enough when you don't ask any more
You know you're coming to some kind of understanding
When every dream you've dreamed has passed and you're still standing
Mama says god tends to every little skinny sheep
So count your ribs and say your prayers and get to sleep
Nothing is louder to god's ears than a poor mans sorrow
Daddy is poor today and he will be poor tomorrow
- pray for tucson
on a sunset i-10 mile
lies a body beneath a sheet
the orange sky don't seem to mind
but i'm on the edge of my seat
there's ten thousand auto lights
dead stopped in dirty tucson heat
we crane our necks to get a glimpse
and ride on by while i nurse defeat
- Saboteurs
In the morning glow I'll hold you close
While lunatics clutch the nuclear codes
And take their tolls on burning roads
As we huddle here over the radio
We'll meet there soon in the vestibule
In the ivory tower with our rusted tools
And right these wrongs with our crippled throng
- The Ditch
Is my skin on fire again?
Can I walk out on the ocean
With my long lost friend?
Eyes open wide all night
I'd throw a rope around the moon
If I could turn the tide
'Cause I shake shake shake shake alone
I'm shaking every night and day