It used to be a motel, now they serve biscuits and T-shirts I bring my own tea bag, I don't trust the coffee But the biscuits are delicious, they come
She's gonna sing, you're gonna listen One, one two three four Margaret, back in junior high Margaret, all yellow curled She was the most popular girl
Lucy at the gym She's there every time I go And I don't go that often, so she must live at the gym I stare at her ribs, they show through the spandex
Mary Kay, she's got it bad Thinks no one understands You can't keep a good man down You can't stop when loves around You can't close your lonely eyes
Right across the border You can almost hear the trumpets playing Maybe it's the workers Who are building up the wall So take my hand and come with me
One of these days I'm going to get it together Gonna buy a watch gonna get it together Stop wasting time One of these days I'm gonna get out of bed I
I have hope Now that I don't have you I have faith Now that I'm alone I'm not bashing my head against the wall I'm not waitin' forever for your call
Six in the morning, been up since three I wish I had somebody to rock me to sleep The sun won't be melting these snowy white sheets Wish I had somebody
I wake up every morning to the sound of birds It's really not birds; it's my neighbor's TV She watches talk shows all day long I used to hate her but
I've held you in awe for so many years Only now do I know what I'm seeing I've analyzed every word that you've said To find a deeper meaning It went
Went to the desert on a mission To have a vision or write a song I left real early, I left my cell phone I took the Prius, it gets good mileage Something
I had this dream we were in the resistance Somewhere in France fighting traitors and fascists You were my mistress, yes you were a woman But I knew it
I have a friend who swears she saw Jesus Hovering above her lonely bed She said it changed her life forever "Whatever works," I said All afternoon I change
Our lord loves the family, our lord loves the saved Our lord loves the unborn babies and the NRA Our lord hates the liberals, the faggots and their friends
I feel like an outline Where the middle part is missing And the moonlight is kissing The details away I feel like a cliff note To a novel no one can
Take me back, take me home To the world that never To the world that never was Cones and Roman candles in the sky, Fourth of July The dog's couched in
If I was your sweetheart and you were my darling I'd always remember the way you look now Even here in this diner your bright eyes shining And you're
I'm climbing the stairway that leads from the kitchen In a bar in Tel Aviv He asks for my age, he thinks I'm a virgin That's why he asked for me Somebody