I wish I didn’t still think about you.
When its silent, I can’t keep it out.
I hate that I wonder how you are,
How they are, and never hear a sound.
I can’t sleep. I sit here tearful at one a.m.
Only because the tv brings you back again.
I know all I have to do is call, but I promised myself I wouldn’t.
And you may never read these words.
I hope that’s not true.
Because that would be the saddest part of it all.

I’m looking for a dream
Chasing after empty things
Go back to the places I knew where the weeds grow tall

This town has hope enough
Its waiting for something to come
14th Street doesn’t mean anything to anybody but me

I’m standing confident but naked in the spotlight
Ready to take my scene and recite all my lines
But I screw up every part and I think I’ll go and hide
But only for a while, only for a while this time

I recognize this place
Yet everything’s still changed
No one can remember my name and I seem to have lost my way

Along comes a helpful man
I ask “where should I stand.”
He says, “Boy, I believe, you look sure lost to me.
I don’t think you’ll ever be free”

Why did rewrite all my past
Is where I am all that bad?
Hoping to find a place where everything exactly how I remember
Remember me…

So tomorrow night (Monday night) I am playing a show at Smiths Olde Bar. There was a scheduling mixup with northsouth, so instead of cancelling the show, I figured I would just go ahead and play on my own instead. Its been about two years since I’ve actually played my own show, so this will be a bit refreshing and a bit of a departure from what I’ve been doing with northsouth. I’ve never been one to really care about the limelight or attention, which is why I really don’t mind anyone else singing my songs (i.e. northsouth).

When discussing this upcoming concert with some friends, I thought it would be funny if this were really a little “side project” and I only performed children’s songs. It would be like an act. Well, that’s not exactly what’s going to happen, though, in the spirit of it all, I did make an attempt to write a children’s song. I stole a concept from Guster when they wrote a catchy and excellent song about Noah and decided to do something similar myself. Well, it turned out less “children”-like and more just odd humor. I look forward to playing it tomorrown night. Here are the lyrics:

Two by two they came aboard, hoping to find a place to fort
Lucky for them some guy had built a boat.
Penguins, hippos, bears and sheep, hoping to find a window seat.
Maybe the dinosaurs didn’t fit on board.

I am ready so send this rain storm
I’ve boarded up everything so
When you’re ready give it all you can

Forty days it rained and poured, they played spades and games of four
The mammoths cheated and were thrown overboard
All our friends have died and drowned, it sure is starting to really smell
Poor mom and pop never stood a chance.

The dove has flown this land is dry, so we docked on this mountainside
All passengers asked to exit starboard side
Corpses litter this barren land, Charlie and Jack do all they can
“The Others” are here but how did they survive?

Tell me where to find you, hiding, waiting in the dark
Hope I don’t surprise you standing there.
But if you are afraid of baying wolves who just don’t care
Then follow me down to where they don’t play

Falling asleep (and calling out to you)
Falling to me…

Everything’s alright if you overlook this lie
It only takes one time to burn a bridge of mine
Everything is safe if you follow me this way
But, everything’s not fine, it’s not fine.

If you are inclined to come through and finish what you say
I would be obliged to keep you and stay
As sysaphus I’m trying to reach you, but the efforts are in vain
This rock rolls down again to find me broken underneath

But this weight won’t kill me, you can’t kill me right now
Haven’t seen you lovely, seen you lovely a-round
Wouldn’t tell nobody, tell nobody what’s found
Shouldn’t ask your questions, no more questions find out…

Do you know you have hijacked me?
Taken hold of my memory
I don’t even know, who I am
But I’m beginning to look a lot like me

Your face faintly dim now
No photo for all to see
No proof of this angel
Until she’s fallen back to me

Hurry up and take it slow
Hurry up and take it slow

Her heart bears the scars now
Ten years of a tragedy
But that scar now shows her
What she is after

Hurry up and take it slow
Hurry up and take it slow

Don’t believe all my answers
Waiting here patiently
Nothing promised, nothing denied
But you’re on my mind