Main Street’s empty
These day dreams are heavy
On my soul

The steel frames are waning
To reach down and save me
From this hole I’m kneeling in

The bay side is closed down
There’s no room in this old town
To hold a man in the ground

The rain and the cold’s out
Sheltered by the roof of your mouth
But doors don’t slam like that now

And oh I know I’m not perfect
I’ve got demons under my bed
But you’ve got eyes that look like you’ve seen heaven
And they’re always on him

The skyline’s crawling
Away from the morning
No one knows where to

The floorboards are talking
To steps that I won’t walk on
And no one knows why but you

The weeds took the house back
Now it’s full of age and cracks
But the postbox still says your name

The fire has blown out
The wood is on it’s own now
And that ain’t never gonna change

Oh I know I’m not perfect
I’ve got razors under my skin
But you’ve got hands that seem to break and mend
And they’re always on him

Oh I know I’m not perfect
I’ve got pillows under my head
All I feel are your arms again
But they’re always around him

I'm Not Perfect

Paper mache’ 
And old balls of clay
To giving you the last of the wine

Ten pounds of silver
And value to wither
When the paint starts to chip after time

Blankets of velvet
And cold cotton helmets
To keep the war around

Tired bloodhounds
On merry-go-rounds
To keep you safe and sound

And the light is busy dancing through the darkness
Sleep tight, I’ll be here by your side, I promise
And the night isn’t there but you’re too scared to notice
Close your eyes, your last stop is the train you won’t miss
We’re all paper mache’ on old balls of clay in the end

Weights on the wheels 
Of a hanging mobile
Spinning over your crown

Pills on the desk
From an old treasure chest
Taste the same on the long way down

Sterilized memories
Collapsed in the chimney
And gas pouring out of the stove

The sunrise cuts
Through the trails of the dust
Clinging to your clothes

And the light is busy dancing through the darkness
Sleep tight, I’ll be here by your side, I promise
And the night isn’t there but you’re too scared to notice
Close your eyes, your last stop is the train you won’t miss
We’re all paper mache’ on old balls of clay in the end

Paper Mache

Hope your holidays are happy... 

The ice is melting
The stove heats the house
Lights are all flashing 
For nobody now
Another cold morning
Coffee too dark
Town’s out of sugar
Sky’s out of stars

Mistletoe hangs at the top of the door
Every kiss tastes like the day before
I can’t afford to think that way anymore
Another rainy Christmas on my own

My body is aching
Those old pipes gave out
They burst in the evening
Before the sun went back down
Another year older
The calendar clean
The world’s out of people
Who still care about me

Mistletoe hangs at the top of the door
Every kiss tastes like the one before
I can’t afford to be that man anymore
Another rainy Christmas on my own

Mistletoe hangs at the top of the door
Every day tastes like the one before
I can’t afford to live that way anymore
Another rainy Christmas on my own

Rainy Christmas

The rain is on the road
Is it the same storm
That finally chased you outta town

The TV flashes red
The whole world’s playing dead
The thunder rolls in without a sound

The station’s empty now
I feel like closing down
The street signs line an empty maze

The dial tone don’t listen
And now the feeling’s slipping
But I won’t let it go away

The city’s painted silver
Night time on the river
The moon sinks down into the sky

And I’ve been headed home
Because I guess you won’t
Following the water on the rise

The morning stretches out its arms
And pulls apart the dying storm
Tossing out its cold remains

The sunshine thaws the ground
While the feeling washes out
But I won’t let it go away
I won’t let it go away

The wind is blowing past me
But I swear I heard it asking
If I’m going make it through the day

As the highway fills with people
The feeling starts to wrinkle
But I won’t let it go away
I won’t let it go away
I won’t let it go away

I Won't Let It Go Away

Maybe it’s different
Maybe the wind is just passing through
Maybe this isn’t
This doesn’t have to be about you

But it will be
When you tell me
Saying baby, I’m not fool proof
I’m just used to
Being loved by you

Maybe you’ll fall out
Maybe it’s all out war from here
Maybe your walls come down
And this is always hard for me

And it will go
When you don’t know 
Who’s saying, hold on 
I’m not fool proof
I’m just used to being loved like new
I’m not fool proof
I’m just used to being looked right through

Like in a mirror dance on the ceiling
You’re just a cold truth flashing a gold tooth
I know you’re not fool proof
I know you’re not fool proof after all

Maybe it’s better
Maybe you’re never coming down
Maybe your head hurts
From all the times you thought you’d drown

But it will sink
When you tell me
Saying baby, I’m not fool proof
I’m just used to 
Feel like new

Maybe a break down
Maybe I’ll take out all these lies
Maybe you’re safe and sound
If you’re found empty inside

But you don’t know
If it won’t show
If it does though
You’re not fool proof
Your only use
Is being loved by you

I’m not fool proof
I’m just used used to
Being looked right through

Lost in a window
Crossed in a dim glow
You’re just a blue moon
Born in a bathroom

No, you’re not fool proof
No, you’re not fool proof
No, I know you’re not fool proof
No, I know you’re not fool proof
After all

I know you’re not fool proof
I know you’re not fool proof
I know you’re not fool proof
After all

Fool Proof

Self-taught folk-blues Americana singer/songwriter, who has been performing professionally since the age of 13. 
Influences: Don McLean, The Monkees, Elliott Smith, Ludo
Sounds like: Ray LaMontagne, Damien Rice, James Taylor

Edward Hartline

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