Spaghetti Midwestern

Wingtips

I should've guessed at your change of heart
But there's one born every minute
Plus to minus, my jump start
Blood is thick, don't try to thin it
Feathered my nest just a little too soon
And you gave me the fingerslip
All I could see were two outta three
And I let you slip through my wingtips

I used to curse the darkness
Now I light a candle
Try my hand at a little panhandle
I'm out on a limb, it's too easy to fall
I don't know what I want and I want it all
Thanks to that bandit with the runaway hands
And the love line like industrial jazz

It takes more than a clip of the wingtips
to keep the lonesome sparrow at home
More than a clip of the wingtips to nip the wanderlust
The desire to roam

Who would've guessed at your change of heart
There's one born every minute
Plus to minus, my jump start
Blood is thick, why try to thin it
Sweet surprise, a little knock on my door
We embrace and the feathers fly
Goodnight till tomorrow, and the day after that
And on into the sweet by and by

It takes more than a clip of the wingtips
to keep the lonesome sparrow at home
More than a clip of the wingtips to nip the wanderlust
The desire to roam

Through the Window

Cottonwood is drifting like snow
I want to leave and I hate to go, oh no
Looks like I fell through the window again

I thought I had it made
Just another masquerade like before
Looks like I fell through the window again

All our talk of dreams and I believed it like the gospel
Dreams are for the children and the blessed
Seems that the caress anticipated can turn hostile
Just a moment's thought, and you're gone just like the rest

Standing tall to reach for a star
Lost my center, went too far, look out below
Oh, I fell through the window again

[INST.VERSE]

Isn't this a view for two, well maybe, yes maybe
Once upon a time for you and me
Staring at the empty chair beside me, beside me
And I know that there's no one to blame but me

Au revoir, my poison child
Better stay away for awhile, while I mend
Until I fall through the window again

Leaves

Where are you rising, I have no idea
I hope the sun's shining for you
Take a soft moment and think of me here
'Cause I promise I'm thinking of you

How you run through my thoughts like the leaves down the river
How the flame in my heart burns high while I shiver
And the tears that we share fall as sweet as spring rain
Oh to hold you and love you again

Where are you walking, I have no idea
I hope your road's steady and smooth
Same old routine as I pass the time here
And I wish I were walking with you

How I tremble with fear at my journey alone
Will I ever surmise what I need to be home
But the beauty I feel for you eases the pain
And I can't wait to see you again

Where are you sleeping, I have no idea
Whether five-star or under the moon
I'll be your sunset, sweet dreams to you, dear
'Cause you know I'll be dreaming of you

How you course through my veins like a mellow fine wine
With a passion to match all the fire that is mine
Play the chords of my history, love's longing refrain
Oh, when will I see you again

Tomorrow the Glimmer and Flame

You with your sense of humor
and your sense of right and wrong
Your friends all glad they call you friend
It's so easy, you feel so strong
Remember that when your enemies howl
and they force you to take all the blame
Today the darkness, just for now
Tomorrow the glimmer and flame

Sometimes you'll coast in laughing sport
Cross the ocean to foreign lands
Your every move, a diamond forms
Every play is a winning hand
Remember that when fate's unfair
and your pride is all turned to shame
Today the darkness, don't despair
Tomorrow the glimmer and flame

Women, women, and then you'll meet one
who'll rebuild you without making changes
Long after parting, she shares your soul
She defies all that time rearranges
Remember that when your heart vows 'never'
and you're sure it was all just a game
Today the darkness, seems like forever
Tomorrow the glimmer and flame

Your spirit ties with earth and sky
for all the love you've shared
for sacrifices great and small
for feelings that you spared
Remember that when you spin and fall
from the bullet that bears your name
Today the darkness, final call
Tomorrow the glimmer and flame

There's a light in the distance to see you through
when you're left alone broken and lame
Today the darkness, red roses for you
Tomorrow the glimmer and flame

Wandering Ivy

Wandering Ivy, forest green
Through the hazel crystalline
Sister Catherine
Mother's pride shine in her eyes
Keep the notebook by your bed
Count the verses in your head
Sing the song
on which your heart's desire relies

Turn a phrase, and strum out a tune
As your lifeblood flows into modern rune
All the pictures painted of you
never capture your smile

Vine that winds a serenade
Running closer to the blade
Glad surprise to find they love you
You don't know your own power
Falling prey to men of greed
who take the knife and draw a bead
Seize the opportunity
Cut the gift from the flower

What's that game they're playing with you
If it becomes too much, can you see it through
What on earth convinced you that you
have to go it alone

Wandering Ivy, evergreen
Scattered blossoms, tears unseen
Fallen leaves that fade to yellow
Return to the soil

Wandering Ivy, come again
Wandering Ivy, come again

Tulips in the Stones

You smooth the pavement ahead for me
You clear the fog so that I can see
and all I see is beautiful
and all I see is everything you are to me
You're answers to my prayers, you're the air I breathe
You make me laugh and if you can't, you hold me while I grieve
Your heart and soul are beautiful
and all I see is everything you are to me

I dreamed we were in London
and we put our hands to a house condemned
by Thursday week the hovel was a home
You planted tulips in the stones
and all the locals called you daft
You simply turned and caught my eye and smiled
and how those tulips thrived
as far as our eye could see
and all I see is everything you are to me

I'll catch the furrow in your brow
and smooth it out as best as I know how
I love you with a peaceful urgency
and all I see is everything you are to me
All I give I give to us
The London fog is silver dust
and Celtic silver shines on our finger
and all I see is everything you are to me

And thanks to you I'll always see
tulips in the stones
And how those tulips thrive

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Travel Journal

Lyrics from the CD EP




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