Coldwater Road
lyrics//
all the hiding places2024
Grey Fox
Gold
Photographs
Sam & Mary
John Frederick Parker
Tired of Trains
Mine and the Mill
Wild McLeans
Great March West
Grey Fox//by Patrick Spencer
In the spring of 1906, another botched train robbery near Kamloops put Bill Miner and his accomplices Shorty and Louis, in the New Westminster Penitentiary. Members of his arresting posse visited the elderly bandit, aka the Grey Fox, finding him cordial and resigned to his retirement behind bars…. but Bill had another plan in the works. The third song in the Bill Miner saga, (Please Don’t Hate Me, Photographs)
Reference: Interred With Their Bones: Bill Miner in Canada 1903-1907 by Peter Grauer 2005.
Gentlemen I must admit that I’m feeling rather old
I’ve recently decided to petition for parole
I never robbed a poor man and I’m not about to change
Now in my 60s and I’m done with robbing trains
I’m glad to see you boys again, you make an old man smile
you should keep my pistol, deadly from a quarter-mile
A handy little tool for an able-bodied man
My feet are nearly rotten and it’s hard for me to stand
Chorus
I don’t want to be wanted no more
Never caught dead with my back to the door
I don’t want to be wanted no more
Never caught dead with my back to the door
Assisted with a warning from the inmates in the yard
You dug a narrow tunnel undetected by the guard
Covered it with pallets and scattered them with grass
Then you broke the chain on the ladder in the back
The hounds couldn’t track you through the tangled mess of trees
And people near the prison gave you anything you’d need
Proud to bring provisions and to hide you in the straw
They’d never turn you over to the long-arm of the law
Chorus
I don’t want to be wanted no more
Never caught dead with my back to the door
I don’t want to be wanted no more
Never caught dead with my back to the door
Gold//by Patrick Spencer
In the summer of 1898 the Klondike Goldrush kicked off in Dawson City and everything changed overnight. The fervor of the Goldrush brought thousands of people to the desolate region resulting in a boom-town like no other. Living was tough and fortunes were fast and the only thing that mattered was GOLD! Reference Gold Diggers by Charlotte Gray 2010.
When the news made its way from the Yukon
Discovery claim had been found
Thousands were strapping their boots on
To lift the gold out of the ground
A creek in the middle of nowhere
Civilization so far, so
You could use your nuggets and your dust for goods and services
Or trade them for a beverage at the bar
Most of the gold went to those
who did not even know how it got from the ground
It went to the people, who knew what was needed
With thousands of miners in town
(Gold, gold, gold, gold)x2
And bartenders often were greasy
Some kept a thumb on the scale
Some wiped the dust on their hands through their hair
Then rinse the gold out in a pail
Most of the gold went to those
who did not even know how it got from the ground
It went to the people, who knew what was needed
With thousands of miners in town
(Gold, gold, gold, gold)x2
There's gold in a shipment of produce
And gold in the comforts of home
There’s gold in the arms of the ladies
The miners are frozen and out on their own
There's gold if you bottle sedation
Or someway to combat the cold
There's gold if you're willing to keep your mouth shut
And more if you do what you're told
(Gold, gold, gold, gold)x2
Photographs//by Patrick Spencer
After nearly twenty years in San Quentin Penitentiary for robbing stagecoaches, in 1901 outlaw Bill Miner was released into a world of new technology; the railroad had made its way West and law enforcement was now using the photograph to chase outlaws. Following an unsuccessful and nearly fatal train robbery in Oregon, he escaped into BC to refine his new trade under the alias George Edwards. This is the second song in the Bill Miner saga (see Please Don’t Hate Me from 2016 EP). Reference Interred With Their Bones: Bill Miner in Canada 1903-1907 by Peter Grauer 2005.
Photographs In the hands of the agents
Photographs In the hands of the agents
With a short and swarthy poet at home in the outdoors
And a teacher from Ontario with bad tuberculosis
Casually you traveled in the country south of Kamloops
To the cowboys and the families you were prospecting for gold
Well dressed and generous, these people call you George
Well mannered with the ladies and meticulous with horses
Recently departing some unpleasantries in Portland
The Pinkertons had gone and put your face upon a poster
Times had changed.
Corporations owned the mines and the gold was moved on trains
And the trains had spread the homesteads into all the hiding places
Telegraphs in every town and people reading papers
Photographs In the hands of the agents
Photographs In the hands of the agents
Harshman had survived, his blood was on your coat
You'd left some things behind when they arrested Charlie Hoehn
Branded as a bandit you headed for the border
The oyster beds would have to go and find another foreman
30 years in prison, you’d never lost your focus
You learned a little patience when others would've broken
You had to change your name again to live out in the open
And had to find a better way to halt the locomotive
Times have changed
Corporations owned the mines and the gold was moved on trains
Trains had spread the homesteads into all the hiding places
Telegraphs in every town, people reading papers
Photographs In the hands of the agents
Photographs In the hands of the agents
Very inconvenient in the hour of escape
They'll never know what hit ‘em, I know the car they keep the safe in.
Times had changed.
Corporations owned the mines and the gold was moved on trains
And the Trains had spread the homesteads into all the hiding places
Telegraphs in every town and people reading papers
Photographs In the hands of the agents
Photographs In the hands of the agents
Sam & Mary//by Patrick Spencer
In the thick of the 1898 Klondike Goldrush the toughest man in town, North West Mounted Police Major Sam Steele was in charge of laying down the law in Dawson City. Surrounded by unsavory characters amongst the harshest weather and living conditions, nothing could phase him…. except when the countless letters to his wife Mary continue to go unanswered. Reference Gold Diggers by Charlotte Gray 2010.
They placed him in charge of keeping the peace
A stampede of roughnecks down in the creeks
He'd been on the march with the mounted police
And was highly regarded among them
He handled the horses and taught them to ride
When they went to bring law to the border
Railroad expansion he had supervised
Decades of following orders
When the mail came through, all the constables knew
that the major was probably near
Knowing if he, didn’t hear from Marie
It’d be better if they were not here
Since he’d arrived he spent every night
Crafting the fine correspondence
With nothing replied for months at a time
His heart was becoming despondent
I haven’t heard word since you first arrived
At mother’s in old Montreal
The mail has been cleared from Skagway to here
Have you nothing to tell me at all?
I’ll handle the cold, I’ll handle the ice
I’ll handle it all on my own
But all of the gold in this fool’s paradise
Is nothing without word from home
When mail came through, the constables knew
That the Major was probably near
Knowing if he, didn’t hear from Marie
It’d be better if they were not here
John Frederick Parker //by Patrick Spencer
On April 14, 1865, as the US Civil War was grinding to a halt, Washington Police Officer, John Frederick Parker was assigned to guard Abraham and Mary Lincoln while they attended a play at the Ford Theatre. After showing up late for his shift, he realized that he could not see the stage from his post and he was thirsty for a beer. Reference Killing Lincoln by Bill O’Reilly and Martin Dugard 2011.
John Fredrick Parker, won’t you go back to your chair
you should be up there watching him, and no one else is there
There are sympathizers everywhere and we should be prepared
John Parker, John Parker won’t you go back to your chair
The fighting ended days ago, the prisoners are free to go
all those angry rebels will be out there in the night
You were late for work today, and you were told that you should stay
and guard the only door where he is sitting with his wife
John Fredrick Parker, won’t you go back to your chair
you should be up there watching him, and no one else is there
There are sympathizers everywhere and we should be prepared
John Parker, John Parker won’t you go back to your chair
Your post out in the hallway was a little inconvenient
from the entrance to the state box you could not observe the stage
So many empty seats down there, you’d be back up in your chair
When He and Mary rose up at the encore of the play
John Fredrick Parker, won’t you go back to your chair
you should be up there watching him, and no one else is there
There are sympathizers everywhere and we should be prepared
John Parker, John Parker won’t you go back to your chair
Tired of Trains //by Patrick Spencer
The steady rhythm of the rails can be a melancholy soundtrack for thinking of someone you may have left behind. The only contemporary song on the album, started by Patrick in 2011 while riding trains around India after performing at the Delhi International Arts Festival, the song was added to in 2013 after traveling to Toronto and back as performers on Via Rail. These days we seldom get permission to just sit and watch the world go by, damn shame.
We roll from the mountain, out onto the plains
The sleeping compartment is mostly awake
We’ve run out of songs but they ask us to play
I’m thinking of you when I’m tired of trains
I’m thinking of you when I’m tired of trains
I thought that this country would cause me to change
I figured some silence would offer the same
It’s hard to sit still while we rattle and sway
It’s not very long before I'm at it again
Just thinking of you when I’m tired of trains
Just thinking of you when I’m tired of trains
To all of the rivers I’ve given your name
all of the farmers on all of the plains
For millions of meters and dozens of days
More of the time I am brave than ashamed
Most of my thoughts are engraved with your face
I started out (had been) wishing this wasn't the case
Eventually you’d have faded away
Erased by the rails and the wind and the waves,
Out with the tide, blown away on the prairies
We roll from the mountains out onto the planes
The sleeping compartment is mostly awake
And I'm thinking of you when I am tired of trains
Thinking of you when I am tired of trains
Passenger sections are sleeping restrained
No way to escape you as I lay awake
I found this commitment consistent and scary
I know that I'd feel the same on the ferry
Mine and the Mill //by Patrick Spencer
for nearly 70 years the Britannia Mine was one of the largest Copper mines in the world before it closed down for good in 1974. With two geographically separate communities of people living and working the mine, the isolated miners and their families of Britannia Beach and Mount Shear Townsite depended on one another for survival, and relished the strength of their community. Reference The Britannia Mine Museum, Britannia Beach BC.
Some lived at the mine, some lived at the mill
The mine and The Townsite 3 miles up the hill
The mill was below, where they loaded the boats
With mountains of ore to ship down the coast
200 miles to Tacoma
A miner ordeal if you needed to leave, and visit a friend in the city
But we never had bread lines and never had thieves,
Up there in the mountains surrounded by trees
the sun on the summit so pretty
We learned how to manage disaster
The Flooding, The fires, the mountain collapsing
Carving our lives thru timber and boulders
We had to rely on the hands of our neighbors
and never put locks on the door
We had bandstand, and a billiard hall,
A ballfield, and a hospital
Ringers brought in for competitive league
And a steady supply of electricity
From turbines way up in the creeks
When they closed down the mine we did not want to go
We had all that we needed, up there all alone
Everything changed when they brought in the road
We no longer had to survive on our own
When they closed down the mine, we did not want to go
When they closed down the mine, we did not want to go
Some lived at the mine and some lived at the mill
The mine and The Townsite three miles up the hill
The mill was below, where they loaded the boats
With mountains of ore to ship down the coast
200 miles to Tacoma
200 miles to Tacoma
Wild McLeans //by Patrick Spencer
1879 in the hills overlooking Kamloops BC, three of the McLean boys and Alex Hare were in possession of another man’s horse, again. A posse led by Constable Johnny Usher was on the way to bring them in, but may have underestimated the boys. Reference The Wild McLeans by Mel Rothenburger 1993.
Ranchers and farmers and fathers
Protecting the peace of the province
Sworn in this morning, authority borrowed
To bring the boys in on the warrant…
3 of the young McLean brothers
Outside of town with another
One of them rode on a horse that was stolen
The owner set out for the constable
Four Saddled horses and fire burning low
satisfied with the number of riders, their warnings he ignored
The posse rode up to the trees
Constable Ussher had taken the lead
The property stolen had since been released
The boys kept their bodies concealed
Four Saddled horses and fire burning low
satisfied with the number of riders, their warnings he ignored
...We will not need these weapons boys, I've brought them in before
The first shot intended for Palmer
Breaking his beard and the front of his collar
The bullet went on through the mouth of Mcloed
Just missing his teeth and his tonsils
The boys opened up from the trees
They never considered returning in peace
Mcleod caught a round in the side of his knee
The horse he was riding took three
Constable Ussher dismounted
His weapons he left in the saddle
A pistol in one hand a knife in the other,
Alex came out from his cover
Ussher lay still in the snow
After they shot him they opened his throat
Distributed boots and his gloves and his coat
And rode down to the valley below
Great March West //by Patrick Spencer
Following the acquisition of the vast expanse of Rupert’s Land, in 1873 the Canadian Parliament recognized the necessity for a new force to maintain law and order in the northwest region of the new Confederation. The promising members of the newly formed North West Mounted Police were recruited from Eastern townships and trained at Fort Garry near Winnipeg. After a year of preparations, the force of 300 set out west with inappropriate Thoroughbred horses who couldn’t eat the prairie grass and tiny little pillbox hats. Needless to say, they make it very far before they found themselves lost, and starving on the prairies.
They were found in the towns and the cities
And followed the trail to the fort
Stronger than law men, but hardly an army
They learned about rifles and horses
Most of those mustangs unbroken
Most of time minus 30 degrees
They learned to fall off onto ground that was frozen
padded by branches cut down from the trees
With breaches and boots of a ranger
Ready for any unspeakable thing
rivers and storms and rough whiskey traders,
And steady exposure the prairies would bring
Our horses are dying, we cannot go on
our hats are no good for the weather
If we cannot find shelter and food for the herd
We will die in this country together.
To Banish the men in blue clothing/coats
The Drifters from after the war
Boldly moving forward to secure the western holding
Just recently negotiated for
Parliament members had spoken
And nothing they needed was spared
Hundreds of horses and dozens of wagons
and nothing to leave them prepared
Our horses are dying, we cannot go on
our hats are no good for the weather
If we cannot find shelter and food for the herd
We will die in this country together
Out of Sight//by Patrick Spencer and Max Kashetsky
The most amazing sound as they beat themselves into the ground
And leave the holes where we will spend the night
Hungry and blind way out beyond the line
Our heads are hiding six feet out of sight
Some of us are bleeding some of us are burned
None of us are following the fight
Sums will soon be leaving, some swallowed by the earth
Left behind, six feet out of sight
Don't smoke the rations tonight
Assisting the aim of the enemy snipers
When we are captured I hope they are kind
And I hope that the wounded are quiet
Horses and guns and trucks by the hundreds
Thrown into the fire from either side
Fathers and sons and millions of husbands
Sunken six feet out of sight
Some of us are bleeding some of us are burned
None of us are following the fight
Sums will soon be leaving, some swallowed by the earth
Left behind, six feet out of sight
Don't smoke the rations tonight
Assisting the aim of the enemy snipers
When we are captured I hope they are kind
And I hope that the wounded are quiet
The water is rising up high
I'm knee-deep in mud and the captain has died
When they look back on these terrible times
I wonder what they will find
Toast//by Patrick Spencer and Charles Wesley
Drink this whiskey
The bottle hit me pretty hard
You look so upset in your mothers dress
That I'm still lacking self control
In my younger days I had less to say
There was always a glass up in my face
Toasting to the world
I was looking for a girl to help me settle down
In this city
we leave a fortune in the bar
For our own commotion, we empty out our bank accounts
We know, we can only hit the floor
We are older now, we can pay them for our danger
To erase it, we just pay a little more
Toasting to the world
I was looking for a girl to help me settle down
There you were outside the bar, toasting to a local boy I showed him to his car
Then we danced into the night
Stopping only to drink a little more
We went outside to see the sun
You were saying about the weather I was yelling at the sky,
Oh why oh why
So many glasses in so many bars
So many pretty people with problems just like ours
The wilful pursuit to let down our guard
So many glasses in so many bars
Toasting to the world
I was looking for a girl to help me settle down
There you were outside the bar, toasting to a local boy I showed him to his car
Then we danced into the night
Stopping only to drink a little more
We went outside to see the sun
You were saying about the weather I was yelling at the sky,
Oh why oh why
Lately//by Charles Wesley
Lately I've felt crazy
Like there's something
Missin' in me
I go to work
Unchanged by the scenery
Those train cars
Have gone so far
From the places I dare too see
Like most of us
I dream in fantasy
Like most of us
I dream to make beliefs
But darling close your eyes too long
You might emphasize all the wrong things
If you close your eyes for fear of falling
Its just a fear of heights
If you moved through it all
At your own pace shuffling the cards you take
Not knowing where they'll lead you
Like that old train you took way back when
The times were swiftly changing
A breeze that shifting everything away
from it's deeper meaning so I'll just go on believing
Everything I read
Don't close your eyes
You might emphasize
All the wrong things
If you close your eyes for fear of falling
Its just a fear of heights
We are living on the line
Please Don't Hate Me//by Charles Wesley and Patrick Spencer
Please don’t hate me if I end up leaving
Cause I don’t believe in forever
I’ll be back to see your smiling face,
And that beauty I’ll take it wherever I go
I swear to the truth as I stand here explaining
just how much I wish I could stay
The part I’m ashamed is my reasons for leaving
are not necessarily how I explained
The last man to stand in a broken down family
now it is my time to chose
To lay the guns down in this Michigan town (and return to the town)
and carve out a family with you
Please don’t hate me if I end up leaving
Cause I don’t believe in forever
I’ll be back to see your smiling face
And that beauty I’ll take it wherever I go
I have been lying my Mother is fine
I’m not taking her on a cruise
I don’t have a fortune in North California
The money’s run out, I’ve got nothing to lose
I rode into town at the top of the chain
flush with the cash from the Sanderson Stage
we stopping it three times in just twenty one days
then I called it quits and we parted ways
with enough gold that I could go back to that place
ask for his daughter and give her my name
but there’s only so long that I can keep faking
the saddle is calling, my rifle is waiting
Please don’t hate me if I end up leaving
Cause I don’t believe in forever
I’ll be back to see your smiling face
And that beauty I’ll take it wherever I go
Drive//
If I could eat my toast and drink my tea without seeing your face
You hit me pretty hard now I want this pain to go away.
And I pinned it down and figured out the things I need to say
Is if your mind is part of mine and something I could change.
But it tires me out and I still can't forget your face today
So I'll go back to thinking about everything I wanted in the first place,
I'm gonna buy an old Pontiac
I'll put the top down then I'll put you in the back
And we'll drive around, out of town, out of gas
I am the highway on full blast
I can't walk away with my shoes untied and I don't know where those dreams have gone
You took them all when you turned away but they won't leave me alone.
And I could stand forever here and never turn this page
So I'm better off to close my eyes and let these movies play.
I could stand forever here and never turn this page
So I'm better off to close my eyes and let these movies play.
I'm gonna buy an old Pontiac
I'll put the top down then I'll put you in the back
And we'll drive around, out of town, out of gas
I am the Highway on full blast
And then I'll go and park that old Pontiac
I'll leave the top down then I'll join you in the back
And we'll roll around until we're out of gas
I am the highway on full blast.
The Woods//
Jack take me back into town
Jack take me back into town
Its cold and I'm lonely when you're not around
Jack take me back into town
I wake up alone in the night
the moon and the stars are so bright
Far away from the buildings and boulevard lights
The moon and the stars are so bright
These woods are getting me downThere's no one to notice my pretty new gown
But the big, black bear that's been hanging around
These woods are getting me down
The Woods are a wonderful thing
I’ve seen you watching the axe that I swing
Why won't you wait for the spring
All of a sudden, the birds start to sing
Don’t you want them to sing?
I don't want to leave you behind
I love you so dear and our cottage is fine
This is not the honeymoon I had in mind
I don't want to leave you behind
Jack take me back into town
Jack take me back into town
Its cold and I'm lonely when you're not around
Jack take me back into town
Jack take me back into town
Rocketship//
Why don’t you grab your green guitar and sit down here with me
While the sun is proud and this rocketship is free
And sing to me like the wind between the trees
Just stay a little longer here with me
I’m so sneaky but there’s no need to disguise,
If I held you would it take you by surprise,
Maybe I could make you laugh to see that smile ignite your eyes
Just stay a little longer here with me
I know you don’t want me to shout it, though its true
I can’t hesitate, tomorrow will not do
Cause I can’t find myself alone, for 5 minutes
Without thinking of you
Without thinking of you
You make me nervous, yes and you make me sweat
And I’m dying to tell you something that I haven’t told you yet
Maybe I can live without you but I can’t live with regret
So stay a little longer here with me.
I know you don’t want me to shout it, though its true
I can’t hesitate, tomorrow will not do
Cause I can’t find myself alone, for 5 minutes
Without thinking of you
I can’t find myself alone
I can’t find myself alone
I can’t find myself alone for 5 minutes, without thinking of you.
Dear Eurydice//
If you tried to walk away I’d steal your shoes
Those ones look so good on you, I’d let you chose the shoes to lose
I’m running out of options, there’s no telling what I’ll do.
If you tried to walk away, I would steal your shoes
If you tried to take a train, I’d lie down on the track
I’d race you to the station and bust my way in from the back
They would try to stop me but I would not put up with that
If you tried to take a train, I’d lie down on the track
I’ll steal your keys- then I’d sell your car
I’ll destroy your bicycle, those legs can take you pretty far
And I think they are lovely just exactly where they are
If you commandeered a captain, I would cover up the stars.
If you met another man I’d punch him in the face
Violence makes me angry, but this would be a special case cause
Seeing you with someone else is simply more than I can take
If you met another man I’d punch him in the face
I’ll steal your keys- then I’d sell your car
I’ll destroy your bicycle, those legs can take you pretty far
And I think they are lovely just exactly where they are
I think they are lovely just exactly where they are
If you commandeered a captain, I would cover up the stars.
If we had a bunch of kids I’d buy a babysitter
Chase you down with this guitar, begging you to reconsider
And if you wouldn’t listen I would follow you on twitter
If we had a bunch of kids I’d buy a babysitter.
So don’t leave me behind
It took so long to find you and because of you I’ve lost my mind
But all my strange behavior is a blessing in disguise
all my strange behavior is a blessing in disguise
Fifty seven years from now, you are bound to realize
All my strange behavior is a blessing in disguise
The Walls//
The sunshine was so strong before the weather came along
And washed this spider down to the place he started from
Now the sun’s the only one, he can seek salvation from
The brightest star, the warmest thing, that he can find,
To dry this awful flood
To dry this awful flood
I’ll welcome almost anything, as it comes along
I only look to judgment after everything is done
Everything just happened before we knew it had begun, and now
I’m terrified and standing here, terrified
But I’m the only one.
Why am I the only one… two… three… four
What makes you so powerful, what makes you so strong
I want to tell you that you make me smile, you make me turn and run
Now you are the only one, that I need protection from
The walls I build are high, and the walls I build are strong
Now you are the only one, that I need protection from
The walls I build are high, and the walls I build are strong
What makes me so reckless, what makes me so dumb
WHO KNOWS if I can stomach this but I still can’t get enough
Now you are the only one, that I need protection from
The walls I build are high, and the walls I build are strong
Now you are the only one, that I need protection from
The walls I build are high, and the walls I build are strong
Oh, the sunshine was so strong before the weather came along
And washed this spider down to the place he started from
Now the sun’s the only one, he can seek salvation from
The brightest star, the warmest thing, he can find,
To dry this awful flood
To dry this awful flood
Hot Balloon//
Last night I looked up above the lights and saw the moon
I like to think you might be right now, looking at it too
So I will scream my love above and hope it reaches you
But if I didn’t time it right, there’s still something you can do….
Before you fall asleep tonight, in your grandfather’s living room,
You can read the note I wrote and posted for you on the moon
It says every night I miss you and most every afternoon
I’ve marked a wall for every hour and now I’m running out of room
But I don’t have an aeroplane so I know what I need to do…
If I found one I could use, I could fuel my own balloon
By adding all the breath I lose, for every time I think of you.
Every time I think of you
So now I’ll pack a picnic and a thermos full of juice,
A blanket and a pillow and I’ll climb in my balloon
And I’ll be smiling as I cut the line and rise above the roof
I don’t know the way to you, so flying blind will have to do
And I could float around for days and never lose a drop a fuel,
never lose a drop a fuel.
My wireless connection was corrupted by a goose,
And cellular reception doesn’t fly in this balloon,
And so my baby while you’re waiting there, the best that I can do,
May be floating slowly but its riding in a big balloon,
It may be floating slowly but it’s riding in a big balloon
And if you’re feeling lonely read the note I wrote up on the moon,
the note I wrote up on the moon.
Time to Fly//
I, wish that December was July
And I wish you and I could find the time to go away
…To someplace
Cheap, where we can meet the locals
You should chose a fruit bowl for your dad,
I will pay, it’s his place.
And all of the ladies will say,
They’ve got something we’d like
You scan the sand for the camouflage pants
They know to watch out for our kind.
We won’t survive and it feels like a fine time to fly.
It feels like a fine time to fly.
If we decide, the purchase a last minute flight,
We’ll stay up in Denver for most of the night
Surrounded by strangers and dying to fly
When we arrive, the view to the ocean is nice
It helps us forget about our winter lives
Those are the bottoms you know that I like
All the boys like to stare but I really don’t mind
the boys like to stare but I really don’t mind
And the boys like to stare but I really don’t mind
And all of the ladies will say,
They’ve got something we’d like
Keep the car running, I don’t see the bus coming
And it might not make it to our plane on time
We’re still cold, winter’s long gotten old
Sitting here on the road, so goodbye.
We’re still cold, winter’s long gotten old
Sitting her on the road so,
So long, adios and goodbye.
We won’t survive and it feels like a fine time to fly
It feels like a fine time to fly.
Seven Letters//
If you chopped our names in half and took what’s at the start
The only different letter is just two letters apart
some call that a coincidence but now that I know better
I’m not surprised that both our names have seven letters
Well, I guess I’ve blown my cover and I guess you know by now
That I get a bit excited by the little things like how
That day you saw me on the sidewalk and passed me with a smile
What I’ve painted in my head is gonna stay there for a while
Now I’m afraid I’ve waited just about a week too long
To write down what I thought of you and put it in this song
I couldn’t wait to see you but you brought him along,
A very pleasant fellow, and a gentleman; don’t get me wrong
But, I fear that he is here ‘cause I’ve done it again
And turned a very pretty girl into a very pretty friend
And I know I should behave but I don’t know what to do
Because the strongest part of me still wants to kiss so much of you
And I don’t think I can blame you ‘cause if I was in your place
And the creature I was calling disappeared without a trace
Before leaving all his weapons in a pile at my feet
I’d be the first to walk away; I’d be the first one down the street
And I don’t want these proceedings to turn into an attack
I know I’ve never had you but I know I need you back
This is something I don’t recognize, and something of a trap
there’s some thing that you’ve stolen, something I don’t want back.
If you chopped our names in half and took what’s at the start
The only different letter is just two letters apart
Some call that a coincidence but now that I know better
I’m not surprised that both our names have seven letters
I’m not surprised that both our names have seven letters
Elizabeth//
Oh Elizabeth, the queen of the lions
I will stand at the mouth of your cave
And I know if I go in that you could eat me for dinner
But I don’t know how I should behave
It shakes me to darken your doorway
Without a sensible cause
So I’ll slip out of sight and head back into the night
And return with a trophy for you in my jaws
Oh Elizabeth, the queen of the lions
I will stand at the mouth of your cave
And I know if I go in that you could eat me for dinner
But I don’t know how I should behave
I will wait all alone in the darkness
I’m nearly used to the cold
I’ll wait out all night, knowing there’s a chance I might be
Leaving with the Queen of the Lions to Hold
Oh Elizabeth
I can see that you have been beaten
I can see from the length of those scars
But I see you asleep, by the light of the moon
As I have you all wrapped up in my paws
Oh Elizabeth, the queen of the lions
I will stand at the mouth of your cave
And I know if I go in that you could eat me for dinner
But I don’t know how I should behave