You don't put on a lot of makeup You like to wear your hair pulled back When the kids call you come a runnin' You always put yourself last Most people
All my bulbs are burning out I've flipped the switch too much, too soon Now, in the dark I just sit still to the rising of the moon I would howl all night
Color blast the beautiful I feel antsy and political Always doubt the cynical They want to ruin the world The air is so polluted Like Poseidon's halitosis
I just finished putting my seventh drink away A week now since her death and a drink for every day Soon it will be fifty, I won't be worrying about ulcers
I've leaned too hard on my crutches Wherever I walk I'm as easy to stalk As a scrapper without the punches And it tastes just like it smells From the
It's a nice day out for a stroll in time and space Memories have married and they've laid their eggs Right angles held captive by a square It takes four
Dear Mr. Good I'm writing to tell you about my child He's in the fifth grade and very dangerous He thinks he's smarter than you and I and everybody else
I haven't seen you since the big burn Now you look like a Boston fern We had a pig roast with the earth And it spun on its axis like a pig on a spit
Hello, I say, over here in this dusty old vase Light a candle for me, I haven't yet gotten to the end of this maze There are no jeanie escapes, your rubs
"I know she's home", "Hello?" "Ah yeah, hello, can I speak to Darlise, please?" "She's not in right now" "Yeah, but that woman's never in I mean can you
See the rain dancing on the snow It writes the names of all the people going To their grave walking one by one Into the sun, into the sun Traffic jam
He says that he's an honest man Taxes not included He's pinstriped and naturally tan Tan from all of the shine He's running under your noses He says
(Brian Maher/Jeremy Stover) You don't put on a lot of makeup You like to wear your hair pulled back When the kids'll call, you come a runnin' You always
(Mark Erelli) I hear a tick I hear a tock Must be your biological clock You're ready Oh, you're ready You got the itch I wanna scratch I can't resist
