What I wouldn't give to be in the canopy. We've all been watching too much tv Brother there are lies in your situation can't you see the damage in the things you have done? You've been staring too long at the sun, all you see is afterglow of your fun. Mother there is truth that comes from you, though we never listen, never listen it's true. Now you're raging at us with the ocean blue, but we still be killin bees, poisoning food. Sister there is pain in your eyes from the ways you've been compromised. Now you're screaming out against these lies, but men are blocking ears to your cries.

Never would've made it as a shorter man, you of all people should understand. It's not the power of our point of view, it's about seeing eye to eye with you. We walk 'round this city, our strides perfectly aligned. I tell you you're pretty, and your arm appears in mine. Shorter women have a hold on me it's true. I hope I am forgiven when I leave every one of them for you.

Finally you came You came to speak your piece You came to break me down You came and you conquered You saw me go down the way you always wanted Heartbreak wasn't good enough You wanted more out of me And I watch you grow And I watch you ache And I watch you cut me to pieces And I watch as you walk all over everything I brought into this Christmas comes around knockin All my friends'll be home soon Will I go out of my way? Or will I hide in my room again? It's not that I don't love them It's not that I don't try It's not that I don't want to feel alive It's just that I'm feelin this rut I'm in Don't forget Out there there is demons There is darkness yet A man in a red suit A man in a red suit is stealing your car Never looked classier from too far way to do anything (get out and hang)

I think I've got a wasting disease my body's slipping away from me. All the checks and the tests that I run come back negative except for one. I'm positive you've taken me with you and my body's following to see it through I grow hungry I may not eat this pit inside's confusing me. Wastrel what are you running on? Cups of tea and a half-finished song.

Margaree: I'm leaving you in the Margaree I'm gone, I'm going leaving you in the Margaree though it's nice to be on the road again it's oh so bittersweet I've got this road all to myself gonna find the smoothest way Guess I'll chalk you up another line against my eye shows up when I'm laughing never when I cry Pretty Eyes: I've been thinking about pretty eyes not as much as I've been thinking about you. Darkness seems to subside for the sake of soft light streaming around you. And the sun offers up a sillouette through thin fabric of your dress and a gentle breeze seems to further outline for me I've never really liked the smell of roses it's always been lilies and lemongrass for me but my favorite scent of all has got to be the one on an on-shore breeze Checks: I've been writing in this key because my shower fan forces me. It's not the best part of my range rings nicely though, soft and strange. I think I've got a wasting disease my body's slipping away from me. All the tests and the checks that I run come back negative, except for one: I'm positive you've taken me with you and that my body's following to see it through. I grow hungry, yet I may not eat this pit inside's confusing me. 'Wastrel, what are you running on?' Mugs of whiskey, and half-finished songs 'Mercury is out of retrograde tonight, the full moon's tomorrow' so she said it's a good time. Rock's in the sky, reflecting life's light you would dare compare them, to what your body does to mine? One thing I've learned, time and again is never trust your lover near the end. Lovers are for leaving, my love-life, has been a little self-deceiving. Oh Creature: Oh timid creature, you were right to fear me. You're like the ocean, I'm not even a lake you'll see There's no depth, to me Oh honest creature, will you ever learn to lie? so upstanding, don't you get tired? Oh nightmare creature, keep your lurking out of sight. 'Cause I've seen you, under the harsh daylight. and there's no depth... Oh brave creature, full of your liquid fire. Try not to spill any of your desire. I've been feeling reckless, I've been feeling rude. I've been feeling reckless, around you. Myndi Wins: It speaks about unconditional love, Of throwing yourself in the dark and not expecting a thud. It speaks about getting one. It speaks about two dark eyes, a heart not really pumping blood but full of compromise. It speaks about cold dark times Like a thick shell that moves through you, When you came to you knew nothing else. It's about the place we share when you're not there casting spells It speaks about the way I am, it's always open ended but you can't get in and I'll be damned. It speaks of a broken land. It speaks of a dried up well, your heart belongs to someone else but doesn't have a hope in hell. It speaks for a dried up well. Overcommitted: Not gonna write another song about loss, cause there was no leaving. Well it's true that you've gone off, I still see you every evening. Oh sure I've made my bed, Seemed to fit you like a glove. Strength and trust in its foundation, it's wide open, free-range love. But I've overcommitted, overcommitted it seems. I've overcommitted to this dream. I got just what I wanted, lucky lucky me. It's not nice being the one left behind, but it's increased my productivity. I am a simple, steady creature, slow to make my way. All that spark and fire that we created, I stole from you I'd say. Your cup it overflows, I caught a drop and dyed my clothes dressed right up, wore it around you know it, I was the talk of the town But I've overcommitted, overcommitted it seems I've overcommitted, so I don't worry.

Dirty hand on my fork, Filthy hand is on my knife. I've chosen to be greasy, For the rest of my life. And the cracks in my skin, Hold it all in. Filthy hand on my knife, Dirty hand that grips my fork. Hashbrowns, toast, and eggs, 'nd at two kinds of pork. The lines 'round my eyes, Never tell a lie. Dirty spoon that stirs my coffee, Two creamers though I like it black. Got to cool it down and drink it quickly, If I'm ever going to get sweet Marguerite to come back.. To this dirty hand on my fork, Filthy hand that grips my knife. I've chosen to be greasy, For the rest of my life. The lines 'round my eye, Never tell a lie. The cracks in my skin, Hold it all in.