What are the words? What are they saying? If I am still, I too can hear The skies are singing, the breezes whisper Make friends with silence, stop and
Everyday they pass me by I can see it in their eyes Empty people filled with care Headed who knows where On they go through private pain Living fear
Well, One-Arm Steve, yeah he threw me out the door Said come back sometime when your picture's on the wall Hey now, you got to get on out, got no time
We met at nine, we met at eight, I was on time, no, you were late Ah, yes, I remember it well We dined with friends, we dined alone, a tenor sang, a baritone
I just want your sleeve Steve Earle, Steve Earle please write a song for me Well, I heard he loves each one the same As much as Ireland loves the rain Steve
Meet me in the middle of the day Let me hear you say, "Everything's okay" Bring me southern kisses from your room Meet me in the middle of the night
Well everybody here, seems to like to laugh Look at Johnny jivin' across the floor He can play the fool and make a few mistakes But all the same he'll
The world is new in your newborn eyes You got no shame and you tell no lies Your slate is clean and your mind is free Your soul is pure let it shine on
Wait till the snow falls down on the doorstep Wait till the branches make cracks on the sky Wind at your window, screams while you sleepy You live near
Hey, what's a boy to do, ya, ya? What's a boy to do, baby? What's a boy to do? I wanna be with you, ya, ya I wanna be with you, baby I wanna be with you
You've got a lotta detail in your life, of late you find Hey, now that you got kids, well, things loom larger in your mind You make your best decisions
Daybreak has beautifully broken Boy, what a weird look of roots Pressure like this you might not even wish Of the locker room bullies at school Life
Who'll watch the sunset, baby Who'll find the time I might on Sunday but I might find that I'm Still stuck in this week's work or glued to my
Childhood often seemed a pain to me So hard waiting to be grown Childhood climbed up in a white oak tree I blinked once and it was gone Airplane flyin
I had a friend called Ramblin' Bob He used to steal and gamble and rob He thought he was the smartest man around I found out last Monday They locked him
poundin' ev'rywhere It's electricity It's flowin' into me I am at home in here These blues are right for me (INSTRUMENTAL OUT) Steve Forbert Welk Music
Grand Central station, wheels and it deals The crowds rush and scramble Round past the new stands and out across the floors And I did some singin', and
Take your seat in the table Watch the cabaret fill Ted came down for the singer He saw the name on the bill How the minutes were draggin' As the audience