folly of youth

simple man

cabin life

well, the night was your queen when you walked her streets
pitter patter down the alleys in your flip-flop feet
you were steppin in time to your own heartbeat
when you were young
and one wrong turn could kill your lifelong dreams 
cause the moment's always more decisive than it seems
but the puddles shone to guide you supernaturally
when you were young

gently, sweetly, the wind blows the elm trees
the leaves show their bellies and whisper possibilities...

well, the transformer's hum could drive a man insane
but there's a keg party geiger counter in your brain
the night was one half potential and it's one half shame
when you were young
and frank's beer and bait is just a beacon in the night
givin you the guts to put up one last fight
you're throwin punches in the dark, there's not a soul in sight
when you were young

sweetly, softly, the crickets sing to nobody
you stumble home drunkenly and dream of possibilities...

your life is one half glory and its one half pain
runnin buck naked in the pouring rain
you don't know quite where you're goin, you're just tryin to get away
when you were young
and the night was your queen when you walked her streets
as the city throbs and pulses underneath your feet
but the future was as dizzy as the summer heat
when you were young

song 5 (possibilities)

she was an eighty-eight corolla with a death wish
born on an unpaved county road
the rust ate up her fenders like cancer
she was sacked out and ridin low
we'd been playin bar gigs in the south lands
we were washed up with no place to go
so we hung a hard left off of I-10 west
and crossed into old mexico

we had the pedal to the metal cross the nueces plains
we held our breath till the sun went down
we rolled in late down in potosi state
into some little mountain town
my mama always told me i had no direction
and i just pointed south
as long as there's somethin in the gas tank
we'll drive her till the road runs out

she was an eighty-eight corolla with a carburetor
she ran like she had nothin to lose
passin sugar cane trucks on the switchbacks
of the trans-sierra madre routes
well, we parked her up on a clifftop 
lookin over ol' pacifico
the grass grows 'round her fenders
and she's just waitin for some place to go...

song 6 (88 corolla)

the time has come to lay down our guns
so walk with me down to the sea
you can save a few trinkets from the past
but burn your cash, it'll never last
the mayans know, they carved it into stone
the elders say that time has just begun 
so walk with me down to the sea

the elders say the wheel rolls on and on
we walk towards the setting of the sun
hand in hand, down to the sea

as the smoke blows over the hill
every blade of grass seems unreal
as you and i, we remember how to feel
after all that noise, we were just two boys
they say the sea, she has no memory
she'll take us in, it's where we need to be
so walk with me down to the sea

Sheep

SUPERNOBODY