The Truth Hurts.

Somewhere Down The Road

Hey, where are you going when the rain is still pouring?
Please please please stay awhile, at least until the morning.
Hey, what’s your hurry? Don’t leave me here lonely.
The sun won’t be shining until tomorrow morning.
 
Remember all the fun we used to have down the road?
Remember all the time we spent hanging out and laying low?
Remember all the things we wished for when time went so slow?
Remember all the fun we used to have down the road?
 
  I will not be sad now, and I will not cry out loud.
  I will not show my feelings.  I’ll be standing tall and acting proud.
 
Maybe I am different now.  Maybe I’ve changed some.
Maybe I’ve lost interest in the things that used to please us.
But maybe you’ve changed yourself.  I notice you’ve gotten stronger.
Maybe you could stay beside me.  Let me hold you a little longer.
 
  I will not be sad now, and I will not cry out loud.
  I will not show my feelings.  I’ll be standing tall and acting proud.
  I will not be sad now, and I will not cry out loud.
  I will not show emotion.  I’ll be standing tall and walking proud.
 
  You question every little thing.
  You used to mean so much to me.
  I can’t speak. I can’t even think.
 
Time moves and time passes.  Time marches onward.
Time does strange things to people and we must keep moving forward.
If you don’t have the time to spend, I guess I can accept it.
But I can’t wait for timelessness and love without rejection.
 
  I will not be sad now, and I will not cry out loud.
  I will not show my feelings.  I’ll be standing tall and acting proud.
  I will not be sad now, and I will not cry out loud.
  I will not show emotion.  I’ll be standing tall and walking proud.
  I will not be mad, now, and I will not scream out loud.
  I will not show my anger.  I’ll be standing tall and walking proud.
 
A Perfect Afternoon
 
I’m gone. I’m flying from the sunset.
I’m lost. I haven’t made it out yet.
My headphones are singing me a flashback.
They’re telling. Telling me that I can never go back.
 
It’s a long way here from California.
It’s been a long time trying, trying to bring it back home.
It’s a hard life trying to get to heaven.
And we’ve got to break out hard to keep from being locked in.
 
  I’m searching for a perfect afternoon.
  I’ve got to find a perfect afternoon.
 
  I’m running down.
  I want to go someplace where I won’t be found.
                                                         
Silence seems uncertain.
I’m listening to the dark, lying still and hurting.
My eyes pass the shadows on the ceiling.
I’m lying next to someone who won’t respect my feelings.
 
  I’m searching for a perfect afternoon.
  And I’m running low, I’ve got to get there soon.
  Yeah, I’m searching for a perfect afternoon.
  And I’ll lose myself if I don’t get there soon.
 
Free For All
 
There she goes.
Stirring up trouble from the past.
I wish these things wouldn’t go by so damn fast.
‘Cause you know these things never really last.
 
Here I am...
Alone, alive, and searching for something new.
Looking for something right to do.
Looking for a love so warm and true.
 
  Here I am...Watching the summer turn to fall.
  I don’t know...I feel like the world is free for all.
 
I don’t know...
If that smile is for me or someone else.
If she’ll leave my love just sitting on the shelf.
It’s not up to me and that’s just as well.
 
  Here I am...I feel like I’m headed for a fall.
  Hey what the hell...I hear that the world is free for all.
 
Well, look at them...
Arm in arm and heading down that road.
Two months down and seven more to go.
Tomorrow is the only one who knows.
 
  Here I am...Take my hand when I call.
  We’ll be okay. Remember that the world
  is free for all.
  
  Here I am...I’ll be there to catch you if you fall.
  We’ll be all right.  Remember that the world
  is free for all.
 
Kiss and Run
 
In the night we’d sweat it out,
I swore your eyes were on me.
And I guess I wasn’t the only one.
You’d take my hand and lead my heart
To someplace warm and dark.
And promise that I’d see the rising sun.
 
  But you’d only kiss and run...
  You were only having fun.
  You’d only kiss and run.
 
In the day we’d laugh together.
I swore your lies were honest.
But what’s honest when you believe in nothing else?
I told my secrets, bared my soul,
Begged for you to take control.
I wanted you to save me from myself.
 
  But you’d only kiss and run...
  Tell me when you’re done.
  You’d only kiss and run.
 
  Don’t look now - sun has risen.
  Don’t look now - another day.
  Don’t look now - the wind is changing.
  Blow us each our separate ways.
 
These things, they fall upon us.
I thought everything was open.
Though it hurt I’d probably do it all again.
But now you’re gone and life goes on
With a promise to call me someday when...
 
  But you’d only kiss and run...
  Baby hid my gun.
  You’d only kiss and run.
 
You're Not the End of the World
 
You’re not the end of the world, you know.
I hurt myself, I torture myself. You’re not worth the trouble.
I come down every time you call. I’m at your beck and call.
How did you get yourself inside? I don’t want to fall...
 
You’re not the end of the world, you see.
My life will go on with you gone. I’ll end it happily.
Your rejection is a reflection. I don’t need anyone.
There’s always friends to be found. There’s always someone
  willing to talk to me.
 
  I know you can’t hurt me.
  I’ve learned my lessons well.
  I’ve prepared, repaired my defenses.
  Ready to give ‘em holy hell.  Give ‘em hell, boys.
 
You’re not the end of the world, you know.
You’re special, you get my attention. Not so special 
 I can’t let go.
Trying times. Trying my patience. I’ve been lonely before.
I know I can survive anything you can throw at me.
 
  You don’t know how much you thrill me.
  You know I can’t say no.
  You’re not the ultimate answer.
  You are not the end of the world.
 
You’re not the end of the world, you know.
I hurt myself, I torture myself. You’re not worth the trouble.
Your rejection is a reflection. You don’t need anyone.
There’s always friends to be found. There’s always someone
  willing to talk to me.
Please talk to me.
 
Promises
 
Hey, your words are running through my head.
All those things I thought you said.
You frustrate me with cute wordplay.
And “maybe another day.”
 
Why did I always come when you called?
Why did I try at all?
You picked me up and spun me around.
And dropped me right to the ground.
 
  You promised you wouldn’t make a mess of me.
  You promised me you’d be my everything.
  You promised you wouldn’t make my stomach spin.
  You promised me you’d be there in the end.
 
Hey, the presents mean I really tried.
I’m sorry you’re dissatisfied.
You told me everything was all right.
Then you just said “Goodnight.”
 
  You promised me you wouldn’t just turn away. 
  You promised me we’d spend some sunny days.
  You promised you wouldn’t hurt me with the truth.
  The truth hits hardest when I don’t hear from you.
 
Hey, your words are running through my head.
All those things I thought you said.
You turned me with a twist of your tongue.
Maybe I’m just too dumb.
 
Sorry Again
 
Here she comes.
The phone, it rings again.
Talk all night.
Remember when we were friends?
 
Two years gone.
Years go by so quick.
Try me now.
I'll make it worth the risk.
 
Tell me, do you feel sorry again?
Tell me, do you feel sorry again?
 
Talk of times.
Talk of past regrets.
Confess the sins
we haven't committed yet.
 
Hold on tight.
Kiss whispers in my ear.
Tell me things
you think I need to hear.
 
Tell me, do you feel sorry again?
Tell me, do you feel sorry again?
I'm not sure how to start or
where the hell I should begin.
Tell me, do you feel sorry again?
 
Pulling strings and letting go.
Laughing that he'll never know.
You're a precious baby doll.
And don't we love you so.
Baby plays around it seems.
Inspiring and then crushing dreams.
Little Miss Everything.
And don't you love it so.
 
No questions why.
We'll just chalk up the scores.
Who hurt who?
And who walked out whose door?
 
No regrets.
I guess what's done is done.
I always knew
you'd never be the one.  
 
Tell me, do you feel sorry again?
Tell me, do you feel sorry again?
You dropped my guard with a right to the heart
and took me out with a left to the chin.
Tell me, do you feel sorry again?
Tell me, do you feel sorry again?
Don't say that you feel sorry again.
Don't say that you feel sorry again.
Don't say that you feel sorry again.
 
Thirteen Weeks
 
She takes a drink from her coffee cup.
Says "This stuff brings me luck.
I know it’s poison, but I don’t really care anymore.
The lack of options has got me low.
Everything is just go, go, go.
I want to stop and take a look in the mirror."
It’s the same old story, different song.
She’s been this way all along.
But she says “Progress is progress”
So what can I say?
 
  And when she says she wants to be free,
  I know she’s not thinking of me.
  And when she feels she’s had all her fun,
  she gives it up and she turns and runs away.
 
She talks about her dying life
and says, “By now I should be somebody’s wife.”
I start to smile but she turns her head away.
She says, “I had a date with the Jack of Spades.
He’s a really nice guy until he gets laid.
And then he turns into some kind of child.”
 
  And when she says she wants to be free,
  I know she’s not talking to me.
  And when she thinks she’s just about done,
  she gives it up and she turns and runs away.
 
We’ve known each other for sixteen years.
We’ve slid on laughter, tears and fears.
And the older we get the less we do.
We try and try but we can’t get through.
We were lovers then for too short a time.
For thirteen weeks she was mine.
But I cracked, she split,
and since then we’ve been friends.
Now we work our hours, collect our wage.
Watch our faces crack with age.
Our fantasies come in magazines.
Reality shows and steals the scene.
And everything just falls apart.
Pages tear and friends depart.
I can feel it coming, yeah, I’m not far behind.
 
  And when she says she wants to be free,
  I know she’s not looking at me.
  So when I think I’ve had all my fun,
  I’ll give it up and I’ll turn and run away.
 
September Knows
 
I’m going to marry her someday, I know.
Maybe in another life.
For now I just look as I swing to and fro.
I guess I can’t decide.
But she’s all alone on a Saturday night.
Her current husband works all the time.
I wish I could reach out but I can’t.
It wouldn’t be right.
 
She doesn’t believe in herself like she should.
She doesn’t think she has a chance.
I swear I’d give her a push if I could.
You know I know that I can’t.
But if I could I’d give her the world.
I’d give her my life and every ounce of my soul.
But I keep myself at an arm’s length away.
Don’t want to fall too hard.
 
  I wonder if September knows
  summer is sad when August is over?
  And I wonder if September cares
  that I can’t find my love come the first of October?
 
  I saw on TV.
  Someone like her was with someone like me.
  She won’t have anything to do with me.
 
Someday we’ll have us an old country home.
We’ll stroll down garden paths.
We’ll have lots of children and help them all grow.
Help them learn and help them laugh.
And in the morning she’ll wake next to me.
Her body so warm and her smile so sweet.
So perfect and so serene.
Yeah, in my dreams.
 
  I wonder if September knows
  summer is spoiled when August is over?
  And I wonder if September cares
  that I can’t find my love come the first of October?
  I wonder if September feels
  the way that I felt when I first got to know her?
  And I wonder if September’s sad
  as he sits there alone?  By December it’s over.
 
Listen
 
I want someone to take my hand.
I want her to tell me that she understands
that it’s all right.
I want someone to listen close.
I want her to tell me that she’ll never go.
At least not tonight.
 
  I don’t think you’ll ever know what it means.
  I don’t think you’ll ever see what I see.
 
I spend these days all by myself.
I want to spend my nights in the arms of someone else
who won’t turn away.
I want someone who’ll talk me through.
I want her to tell me that she loves me too.
That she’s not afraid.
 
  I don’t think you appreciate the gifts I bring.
  I don’t think you understand the songs I sing.
 
  Somebody hear me. Please please understand.
  I’m lost and alone and I need a helping hand.
  Somebody save me. I think I’ve lost control.
  I’m sick of all these lies and criminals
  who want my soul.
 
Sometimes I feel unsatisfied.
Sometimes I feel I’ve never really ever tried
to get it right.
You can’t cry over wasted years.
You can’t hold your breath until the  next big thing appears.
Such is life.
 
  I don’t think you’ll ever know what it means.
  I don’t think you’ll ever see what I see.
  I don’t think you appreciate the gifts I bring.
  I don’t think you understand the songs I sing.