Wave

Midtown streets are flooded with passerbys
Trying to get somewhere at a quarter to five
I know.. that it's home

Trying to fill that juicy center in the void of their heart
Hoping that they catch something that lasts after dark
They know it's home

Call me, call me on the telephone, ring ring
Telepath, a telegraph that you're listening
Listen to me

Feeling the weight of the traffic south of here
Destroying the sympathy that always seemed so near
I know.. that it's home

Living above the rest, give it a rest why don't you?
Every girl's dreaming of that one knee instead of you
They know it's home
Blueprint in a poem

Call me, call me on the telephone, ring ring
Telepath, a telegraph that you're listening
Listen to me

There's nothing to regret
Only these days to forget

Take It Slow

Running the reds on Liberty Avenue
Wondering what would happen
If we had never stopped to ask it
but we did
and now we're so far apart

Feeling guilt breathing down my neck
It's true, we're divided
This wasn't a good idea
But it is
and now we're so far apart

Holding on to words that are slipping through my hands
Many a night spent alone by the river blues
Listening to a melody drift through my head
A song that sounds a lot like you

Remember When

The street lamps are leading us home
An orange glow filled with beckoning
I barely know who you are
Or what you do with your time

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That soft mandarin glow kissed her cheeks as her head rested against the rear window of the cab. Her eyes were scanning, grabbing and letting go of the incandescent windows sweeping by. The lines on the road skipped by under the wheels and the pedestrians were whisked away into the background like TV noise with a personality. The traffic broke down as though she personally was shooting the gap. Rain drops patiently ran their races down the outside of the window, broadcasting their results in an outline on her lips.

Black

Sometimes I wonder who you are,
I don't think I ever knew who you were
Another boy not yet a decent man
someone people don't understand.

They all said you wouldn't get far
I don't think they ever knew who you were
Forging broken hearts and mending broken hands
Someone people don't understand

A pale face now painted white
Giving up on non believers
Sewing together a fragile life
Made up of constant fever

This is a revelation of a boy

Lost Angeles

She's not alone
She's not alone

I'm definitely not the wisest

With no ideas in the slightest
Of how I'll ever deal with you (you're not alone)

The parked car of my desires
Watching words like your tripwires
As if I'll get my hands on you (you're not alone)

Here today, now gone tomorrow
Here returning your time borrowed
Red lining your lips like a stop light
Telling me, "Don't pass on the left"

She's close to whoever's close to her,

A bombshell with a short fuse for cute

A gal with a middle name made of danger,

Custom tailored with a bit lip just for you

Boots made of suede treading broken bones

She's not alone, she's not alone.

I see that you're spoken for
Newspapers based on the penned lore
Second headings focused on you (you're not alone)

Pulling strings, well I imagine
Just a hobby, satisfaction
Are Broadway's lights lit for you? (you're not alone)

My life belongs on loop on the 80's silver screen
A lesson to those who wear their hearts on their sleeve
Boys standing in the rain, ruining their paper crowns
They're getting up twice as hard as they're being put down

Gone Starfishing

This time I'm aiming to speak English
No more waiting for the dawn of your arrival
Getting the words out there at once
I'm banking that I can make you smile

When the time finally comes,
I'll be leaning against the same theater wall
With the majestic lettering of my signature
Will I be there to catch you if you fall?

I'll just take a breathe, inhaling what you have to say
Trying to get away from our ambiguous first date

Who will I have to face?
To take you out to coffee?
Even though it's not your favorite
I know I'll find something in common

Hey there Ms. Take Her or Leaver, what do you say?
Can I have a chance to hang on your words?
Like a star out of orbit, our lips touching sherbet
My heart runs on panic, ain't that romantic?
Ain't that romantic?
Ain't that romantic?

I'll hold you like our conversations
Scraps of sentences drip from my mouth
I'll give you help when you need a hand
And you'll my anchor when I'm in the clouds

I've got nothing more to offer than myself
Lost a chance at a renewed glory
Just a boy falling into Twilight Zones
Where I'm far from one and only


Hey there Ms. Take Her or Leaver, what do you say?
Can I have a chance to hang on your words?

My heart's fueled by your chase, both our fish ran away
Ain't that romantic?
Ain't that romantic?

In the Rain

There's a certain kind of holding on
Where I'm holding my breathe
Seeing what your next move is
And if it's worth the threat

Is it worth the holding back?
The unconscious bit of waiting
Seeing what exactly lies ahead
And if it's degrading

How many roads must this girl walk down
Before we can eliminate this broken frown?
The wet pavement, the reflection of her lament
She's got no one to dance with in the rain

I wanted you to hold me even closer
But there's no point in the end
With the result always the same
Seeing this same scene try to mend

Am I that damaged record,
Best only for the sense of display
Dressed up for the glass case
Never to be put down and played

There's a certain kind of holding on
Where the rain falls down around us
Where the troubles can't touch us
Keeping  calm while the world falls down