A Change in the Weather

What if there was a fixed diagram that explained why we live
gave us the future and told what we need to give
some give enough but don't get enough back
the times have changed and we see what we lack
some lack forgiveness, some lack love
but the tables have turned on me and I face the sky above

I look out the window the sun is so bright
I'm looking for someone there's no one in sight
this train I'm on is changing speed
it's a change in the weather is what we need

The lights getting to me, my eye lids fade into blindfolds
I hear nothing, but respond to everything I'm told
I rely on a symphony of crickets and a handful of thoughts
and I'll never put a price tag on anything I've got
I'm beating my foot to the rhythm of a dead man's pulse
to try to believe nothing between us is false

Chorus

There's a thick fog rising through the dawn of central park
a new day's coming shedding off the night's dark
The city's lighting up the sky more than the moon ever could
and the trees are casting a shadow treating the streets just like a hood
falling into this daze of repetition
walking on the paths of the lives of the livin'

Chorus

This big dark cloud's looking down on me
A change in the weather is what I need
But I don't know when
I don't know when…
When it will come
The skies will turn blue
And love will overcome you

Running Away From the Day

Aimlessly assuming nothing day by day
ain't it funny how the time slips away
I'm hopelessly hoping for something in some way
cause I'm running away from the day

I better reset my clocks, turn on The Bends
forget my pre-paid calling cards and sit and pretend
I better find somewhere to sit, somewhere to rest my head
I wish I was home but I'm in someone else's bed

Build me up
I hope I don't fall
Build me up
I hope I don't
hope I don't fall

Band aids, bubble gum, and untied shoes
the days of our youth were never misused
Time runs down the drain drips down your window pane
links up a chain and will even drive you insane

Listening to you, just to hear your voice
I didn't catch what you were saying but I had no choice
Passing you by just to see your face
your smile put me in and right into my place

Chorus

Backwards motions, straightforward notions
all this commotion could cram any man
I'll wake before I sleep, erase before I write
Maybe sometime I'll learn what's wrong from what's right

Chorus


Programmed

Who are you? What are these things you try to say?
Well I'm the guy who picks the rules you must obey
I guess I'm the other guy, where does that leave me?
It leaves you in a pit of oil staring at your tv
and I say

We were never meant to be
We were never meant to be
We were never meant to be
Programmed, Programmed, Programmed, Programmed

A pit of oil I say, what's the secret in getting out?
I'd tell you my friend but first tell me what this nonsense is about
I just don't understand why you can tell me wrong from right
I don't, he laughs, you just follow me like a shadow in the night
Despite

We were never meant to be
We were never meant to be
We were never meant to be
Programmed, Programmed, Programmed, Programmed

It's Six O'clock, It's Saturday (There's Not Much Going On)

a curb calls for a new coat of paint outside of a Chinese restaurant
while the pigeons line up in single file reciting what they want
and the hobos just sit there their ticking tales, smoking cigarettes
while the postman deliver copies of that dull daily gazette

it's six o'clock its Saturday there's
not much going, not much going, not much going on

between the walls of graffiti and the skyscrapers so tall
lies something more than feeling, something like a frozen waterfall
but you better be careful watch yourself as you prim and prep
because we all know the dog is bravest on its own doorstep

the policemen play pool while the criminals make their case
down the block two politicians argue over the same parking space
the resonance of rock and roll is heard from First Avenue
the stop lights are stuck at red again and I'm well, well overdue

it's six o'clock its Saturday there's
not much going, not much going, not much going on

The Bridge

Far past a dream lies a hint of reality
A neon sign reads no vacancy for vanity
A gate is open above
the rocks all covered in moss
You may trip, you may stumble
but you'll get across

The Bridge between where we live
will take all you can give
it'll get you where you need to go

A rambler reminisces of his past
he never was first, never was last
A wellspring of creativity
stashed away in his suitcase
from Coney Island to Creedmoor
dirt lined in the wrinkles of his face

Chorus

kissing the ground, never making a sound
kissing the ground, my love is found

I'll be there and so will you
That same sacred space the same scene too
80 miles past utopia
North of complete bliss
It'll take some time
but be sure not to miss

Chorus

kissing the ground, never making a sound
kissing the ground, my love is found

Chorus


As Long As You're Feelin' Alright

You can't make everyone happy
You'll just have to learn to live with it
I give you props for trying
but baby someday you'll have to quit
One of these days you'll be like that dove
and you'll fly outtasite
As long as you're feelin' alright

There's never a right time to
Hear that tone
That ring-a-ding-a-ling
On your telephone
But I know you'd pick it up
and act so polite
As long as you're feelin' alright

A sunrise would be so scenic
But the clouds keep covering the sky
You need something honey
Money just can't buy
Sunglasses
made of sunlight
As long as you're feelin' alright

Tuesday's here and
Monday's past
The time keeps ticking
I'm moving on fast
You'll see me running
through the starlit night
As long as you're feelin' alright…

Falling Back

Falling back
back to where you came
Falling back
back to where you came

A sea of roses
cleanse your fingertips
A sea of roses
cleanse your fingertips

Beside me now
a face without a name
Beside me now
a face without a name

Falling back
back to where you came
Falling back
back to where you came