Lyrics

Will We Bend

Will we bend, will we break ~ I cannot take the anticipation ~ Of waiting for that other shoe to fall ~ A little give, too much take ~ Too many times has strained our relationship ~ The world is still turning, yet we seem stalled ~ Gold and diamond, turned to dust ~ Broken promises, hearts cleft in twain ~ Love and honor, faith and trust ~ And but for their grace we still remain ~ Words in iron, lost to rust ~ Sacred vows now wrought in pain ~ Love and honor, faith and trust ~ And but for their grace we still remain ~ Will we bend, or will we break ~ Stars falling from their fixed positions ~ Like memories torn and scattered about the floor ~ Will we sleep, or will we wake ~ From the nightmare ~ that haunts our union ~ A demon quieted nevermore ~ Gold and diamond, turned to dust ~ Broken promises, hearts cleft in twain ~ Love and honor, faith and trust ~ And but for their grace we still remain ~ Words in iron, lost to rust ~ Sacred vows now wrought in pain ~ Love and honor, faith and trust ~ And but for their grace we still remain ~ And but for their grace we still remain


When It Comes To Love

Oh Love the affliction the tracks to my train ~ From the path there is no escapin' ~ Fight as I might I cannot go against the grain ~ Ah to do so would just be fakin' ~ A conspiracy of crows crowding skies above ~ I'm wonderin' just what they're plottin' ~ Perching on the switch light top and telephone lines ~ Eavesdropping on my mind’s wanderings ~ Thinkin' bout when you said I'd never get into your head ~ But the door to your heart was left open ~ So I walked right in with my bourbon and sin ~ You said I was the drug you need for copin' ~ Yet time seems to erase the heart’s terrain; a face ~ My weathered features fading from your mind’s eye ~ Somewhere along the line I guess you felt you were doing time ~ And the only word you got left is just goodbye ~ So I keep on riding down life's ramshackle track ~ No idea where I'm headed but I ain't lookin' back ~ Kept my wits about me, I'm as sharp as a tack ~ 'Cept when it comes to love ~ Rollin' through sunflowers and grapes on that vine ~ Day dreaming to the wheels hypno-rhythm time ~ I got no regrets out here on the line ~ 'Cept when it comes to love ~ Sunset comes pourin' through the boxcar door ~ Love departed long before we left that rail yard ~ Love and sun they come and go like so many times before ~ And my farewells always fall upon me so hard ~ Old love notes cast out the window of the train ~ Carried on the winds from the west that are blowin' ~ As I watch them disappear, their ain’t nothing more clear ~ Our destination's not for the knowin' ~ So I keep on riding down life's ramshackle track ~ No idea where I'm headed but I ain't lookin' back ~ I kept my wits about me, I'm as sharp as a tack ~ 'Cept when it comes to love ~ Rollin' through sunflowers; grapes on the vine ~ Day dreaming to the wheels hypno-rhythm time ~ I got no regrets out here on the line ~ 'Cept when it comes to love


Will You See Me Right

I'm gonna build me a boat ~ Sail away to you ~ Float like a bottle with a note ~ On that ocean blue ~ While the odds are remote ~ That I ever reach your shore ~ In this world there ain’t nothing given ~ 'Cept for life and death and nothing more ~ In the arvos where you wait ~ The sand still holds the sun ~ The warm touch upon your flesh ~ You wait for me to come ~ To heaven our secrets we'll confide ~ In God zone my song will be sung ~ One day you'll feel me within ~ I’ll thunder like a distant drum ~ Will you see me right ~ Through the stormy gray seas ~ That old moon pullin' tides ain't got nothing on you ~ Your gravity is pulling me ~ I'll cover you like the rising tide ~ Wash away past lovers' names in that sand ~ And with it we'll build our castle ~ A kingdom near the Queensland ~ All we can do is hold out hope ~ For the heavens do conspire ~ For the bottle with a note to float on forever ~ Proving love foolish and better left to liars ~ Will you see me right ~ Through the stormy gray seas ~ That old moon pullin' tides ain't got nothing on you ~ Your gravity is pulling me ~ Will you see me right ~ Through the stormy gray seas ~ That old moon pullin' tides ain't got nothing on you ~ Your gravity is pulling me


Gravedigger's Ode

For the lover of the moonless night ~ Finding their way in the world gone dark ~ Whose gravity holds us and keeps us from flight ~ Whose madness consumes the song of the lark ~ For the lover play, play guitar play ~ For the artist lost in utopian dreamscapes ~ Painted beyond the reach of this mortal coil ~ Always shell-shocked by all of her heartache ~ She’s always on the losing end of all man’s toils ~ For the artist play, play guitar play ~ For the soldier lifeless on foreign field ~ Slain by pointless lines drawn in the sand ~ Truth covered up never to be revealed ~ Freedom desecrated in a desert wasteland ~ For the soldier play, play guitar play ~ For the politician of the divided states ~ Polarizing this nation, then cleaving her in twain ~ Failing to heed the spinner of fate ~ He runs headlong into the impending rain ~ For the politician play, play guitar play ~ For the raven that cast his shadow upon ~ The sanctimonious corrupt in vanity’s hold ~ Feeding on their bloated carrion ~ They’re just flesh and bone that were bought and sold ~ For the raven play, play guitar play ~ For the digger of graves when the hole is his own ~ Break the cold hard ground with irony’s blade ~ Silence that hollow rattle o’ bones ~ Lay him down in the earth with his rusted spade ~ For the digger of graves, play guitar play ~ For the digger of graves, play guitar play


Collecting Rain

Collecting the rain in this broken cup ~ That held such promise too long ago ~ Soaked to the bone, no sun to come up ~ A shadow less form drifting which way the wind blows ~ Sideways through my heart strikes the cold stinging rain ~ And there ain't no angel; no saint in sight ~ And there ain't no salvation on this desolate road ~ There ain't no escaping the black soul of night ~ I am lost on a lonesome journey ~ On a quest for something that will set me free ~ I carry just vague recollections of my sage ~ All of my trials have made me weary ~ The water in my eyes making my world bleary ~ Will the gloom be the only thing to mark this age ~ Wandering dark dreams that merge into night ~ Come to me in a deluge I'm baptized in the flood ~ The earth sings out hymns that redemption is nigh ~ But the melody's lost in the wind, rain and mud ~ I found Pandora's Box on the side of the road ~ Her busted, rusted hinges barely hanging on ~ Holding on to hope, the storm seems to slow ~ And for a fleeting moment I forget that you're gone ~ I am lost in your words; their gravity ~ Stuck inside the confines of my own Greek  tragedy ~ Somewhere along the way I lost the gifts from my sage ~ These tribulations under skies so dreary ~ The water in my eyes making this world bleary ~ Will the gloom be the only thing to mark this age ~ Collecting the rain in this broken heart ~ That held life's promise too long ago

Delusions of Grandeur

I’ve had a dream about being a hero ~ A caped-crusader in a phone booth ~ With many a long-distance call, long-distance call ~ With help from a damsel distressed on the train tracks ~ Had he studied his history ~ The villain would know he’s to fall, villains must fall ~ For moments before ill-fate ~ I’d swoop down and save her, fly her away from evil ~ In the safety and strength of my arms, safety of my arms ~ The truth is that I am frail and emotionally unstable ~ And my good intentions are just wishes that never made it from the well ~ We’ve all had dreams about dying in a car crash ~ It’d make the front page ~ Just like, just like James Dean, just like James Dean ~ We’ve fantasized how the whole world would miss us ~ Remembering the last time that they kissed us ~ They’d openly weep, our loved ones would openly weep ~ But the truth is that we will all too soon be forgotten ~ And the dust of our bones might as well be the dust upon your shelf ~ I’ve had a recurring dream ~ About being a rock star performing in the limelight ~ My favorite electric guitar, my electric guitar ~ To some faceless ten-thousand ~ Stuffing into the venue, only to see me smash at the end ~ My favorite guitar, my electric guitar ~ But the truth is that I’m playing acoustic guitar to hand full of bar-flies ~ Caffeine fiends and transparent poets exchanging verse ~ The only chance at a light show ~ Is that old dusty Miller High Life sign in your window ~ I’m reminded by the barkeep, she says things could always be worse ~ Jimi, things could always be worse ~ You could have delusions of grandeur


Payne's Grey Sky

Were you standing in the rain ~ Trying to wash away your pain ~ Or were you crying ~ And just trying to hide your tears ~ Dropping breadcrumbs in the hall ~ Waiting for me to follow ~ But in your wake, only silence ~ Of a promise never proclaimed ~ Under Payne's grey sky ~ We are left to wonder why ~ The fates always seem to spin such a tangled thread ~ Tying our timeless quest ~ To the sages and fools abreast ~ Their destiny's bound ~ Wherever night’s muses tread ~ Oh why, oh why, did I ever allow my eyes ~ To meet yours inside the space of dreams ~ Stargazing into souls, constellations as old ~ As the truth that nothing is what it seems ~ So dear dreamer take your leave ~ I had no intentions to deceive ~ Or suspend you in midnight’s consuming sorrow ~ Pray our paths never again cross ~ For too dear has been the cost ~ Let yesterday be the last of our tomorrows


Promised Land

Who is left to make us laugh ~ Who is to tell us the grain from the chaff ~ For against the fence is the abandoned staff ~ Of the shepherd who skipped town for the Promised Land ~ Who is to show us wrong from right ~ Who is to guide us when fails our sight ~ On that darkest hour of the longest night ~ When the sun set long ago over the Promised Land ~ Who is to keep us from reaping what’s been sown ~ Lost hearts are all that’s left to warm these chilled bones ~ Standing at the hearth watching cold ashes blown ~ Down, down, downwind towards the Promised Land ~ Who is to hold on to love and faith as if this chance is your last ~ Let go of all them regrets what’s past is passed ~ You best drop them stones you’re about to cast ~ For they’ll weigh you on down before the Promised Land ~ They’ll weigh, weigh, weigh you on down before the Promised Land ~ Oh, mama, now don’t you despair ~ Worry, worry, worrying is just a waste of time ~ Come with me darlin’ if you dare ~ The Promised Land is just a state of mind ~ Who is to protest; who is to resist ~ When all of hope is shrouded in the dark grey mist ~ Suspend all the world’s heartbreak with an embrace and a kiss ~ And deliver us Almighty to the Promised Land ~ Deliver us Almighty to the Promised Land


Notting Hill Gate

The hotel balcony leaning out upon the evening ~ A run plank amidst the top of all them pirate trees ~ Mutiny whispers out there in the London breeze ~ While the Piccadilly Circus has crept straight through the lobby ~ Filling the corners with the grotesques and gypsies ~ The drunkards in the street their songs drift up to my window ~ Harmonious discord and all that fanfare ~ And the nocturne beauties parade past all of the shadow boys ~ Eclipsed by a breath of whiskey all they can do is stare ~ All they can do is stare ~ Jolly Roger, he’s standing up atop a soapbox ~ Crushing ‘neath his very weight ~ And he calls to me with his crutch and his eyes ~ Three cures for a pound and the crown from Notting Hill Gate ~ Three cures for a pound and the crown from Notting Hill Gate ~ The carnival stragglers with war paint on their faces ~ Sit upon the steps of that Palace Court Hotel ~ The conversation bleeds from some open window wound ~ Staining the sidewalk where all them dying words fell ~ And I find a lost soul biding time drinking to his tombstone ~ Humming a few bars of his inebriated epitaph ~ The costumes now pass like a child afire ~ Yet if she were burning you would not know it for look how she laughs ~ Look how she laughs ~ With her smile turned up towards the moon ~ Her eyes closed tight so to create ~ Visions of London Bridge falling but none of them were too soon ~ For the guards are already crashing Notting Hill Gate ~ For the guards are already crashing Notting Hill Gate


Massapequa Depot

The waiting for the train ~ In the shelter on the platform ~ That wreaked of piss and wine ~ And you are there by my side ~ We serenaded our memories ~ Weathering wind and the rain storm ~  Failed sunset lamenting the refrain ~ Commuter faces in papers hide ~ Moving close in day’s requiem ~ Your frame silhouetting my profile ~ And I am saved and so doomed ~ In these moments that we touch ~ And outside on the trestle ~ The engine rolls on towards Babylon ~ Through the rustling of the New York Times ~ The rails barely hush ~ Then lights appearing in the distance ~ Gaining brightness, ‘twas the night rise ~ Cruel, approaching and relentless ~ As I held you in desiring arms ~ Cruel approaching - relentless ~ Towards the Penn Station and the sky rise ~ We kiss and unwillingly part ~ I wish to have you longer in my arms ~ As the train’s pulling away ~ From Massapequa Depot ~ I steal one last look at you ~ Through my pained reflection ~ And had I the chance to say ~ All the things you already know ~ That I’m thankful, and that I’m sorry ~ And that I love you ~ Massapequa depot ~ I ain’t got a damned thing to lose ~ Massapequa depot ~ Have I anything to gain ~ And if you don’t know, make up a story ~ Lie through your teeth in the train wheels echo ~ And as she rolls out into the darkness ~ I’m all that remains