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one headlight


so long ago, i don't remember when
that's when they say i lost my only friend
well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
as i listened through the cemetery trees

i seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
the long broken arm of human law
now it always seemed such a waste
she always had a pretty face
so i wondered how she hung around this place

hey, come on try a little
nothing is forever
there's got to be something better than
in the middle
but me & cinderella
we put it all together
we can drive it home
with one headlight

she said it's cold
it feels like independence day
and i can't break away from this parade
but there's got to be an opening
somewhere here in front of me
through this maze of ugliness and greed
and i seen the sun up ahead
at the county line bridge
sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead
we'll run until she's out of breath
she ran until there's nothin' left
she hit the end-it's just her window ledge

well this place is old
it feels just like a beat up truck
i turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
this place is always such a mess
sometimes i think i'd like to watch it burn
i'm so alone, and i feel just like somebody else
man, i ain't changed, but i know i ain't the same
but somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
i think her death it must be killin' me

bleeders

once upon a time
they called me the bleeder
well swimmin' up this river
with sentimental fever
but this ain't my first ride
it ain't my last try
just got to keep a-movin' on
if they catch me ever
they'll throw me back forever

i guess i should be ashamed
but i forget to be vain
well i did the best i could i guess
but everything just bleeds
they say you're only sad and lonely
and no one is impressed

i sent it off in a letter
i need somethin' better
than a nail and a hammer
to put me back together
but this ain't my first ride
it ain't my last try
just got to keep a-movin on
got to keep this together
maybe next time is never

sometimes i must confess
i do feel a little over dressed
sometimes it's hard to tell the wishing from the well
where you threw the penny and where it fell

i guess i should i should be ashamed
but i forget to be vain
well i did the best i could i guess
but everything just bleeds
i guess i should be ashamed

but i forget to be vain
well i did the best i could i guess
but everything just bleeds
they say you're only sad and lonely
and no one is impressed

6th avenue heartache

sirens ring, the shots ring out
a stranger cries, screams out loud
i had my world strapped against my back
i held my hands, never knew how to act

and the same black line that was drawn on you
was drawn on me
and now it's drawn me in
6th avenue heartache

below me was a homeless man
i'm singin' songs i knew complete
on the steps alone, his guitar in hand
it's fifty years, stood where he stands

now walkin' home on those streets
the river winds move my feet
subway steam, like silhouettes in dreams
they stood by me, just like moonbeams

look out the window, down upon that street
and gone like a midnight was that man
but i see his six strings laid against that wall
and all his things, they all look so small
i got my fingers crossed on a shooting star
just like me-just moved on

closer to you

how soft a whisper can get
when you're walking through a crowded space
i hear every word being said
and i remember that everyday
i get a little bit closer to you

how long an hour can take
when you're staring into open space
when i feel i'm slipping further away
i remember that everyday
i get a little bit closer to you

these are the days
that i won't get back
i won't hear you cry
or hear you laugh
and when it's quite
and i don't hear a thing
i can always hear you breathe

you know there's nowhere else
i've wanted to be
than be there when you need me
i'm sorry too
but don't give up on me
and just remember that when you were asleep
i got a little bit closer to you