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Long Way to California
04:50
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I don’t know what to tell you when you look at me that way
What is it that I’m supposed to say?
But you can read my mind sometimes anyway
Maybe it’s just time to get away
It’s a long way from here to California
And I don’t want to be on my own
Let’s head out on the road in an old dirty car
Just to see how far we can go
Listen to the songs on the radio,
No need to be everywhere at once
It’s a long way from here to California
And I don’t want to be on my own
It’s a long way from here to California
Tell me baby, don’t you want to go?
Don’t you want to go?
I’m gonna leave behind the things that just keep me confused
And see if I can find a place to breathe easy
I’m tired of always searching for something new,
Gonna see if I can build something old
It’s a long way from here to California
And I don’t wan to go on my own
It’s a long way from here to California
Tell me baby don’t you want to go?
Tell me baby, don’t you want to go?
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2. |
Girl On a Train
03:19
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Hello, girl on a train,
Won’t you sit down here and tell me your name?
Hello, girl in my brain,
I been riding alone for too long.
Standing on the platform in your T-shirt and scarf
You glance over your book at me
I look your way for a moment and turn,
Just hoping you’ll look back and see.
Where is your stop, won’t you tell me what’s good?
I’m getting off at Myrtle Avenue.
And I been living alone in this old neighborhood
Looking for someone like you.
Now it’s just one more stop and we’ll go our own ways,
I sure enjoyed your company.
And though we didn’t talk and I don’t know your name,
I hope sometime you’ll think of me.
Goodbye, girl on a train,
I wish you’d sat down here and told me your name.
Hello, girl in my brain,
I been riding alone for too long.
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3. |
I Think I Blew It
04:32
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I think I blew it when I said good night to you
And let you walk on down the hall
Without so much as a birthday kiss
Struck out looking, no swing and miss
I think I blew it when you asked how I liked the room
Was that supposed to be some kind of hint?
The next time could you spell it out?
I’m just kind of a clueless kid
I think I blew it long before
When I enrolled in that course of philosophy
What good does all that thinking do
If you don’t have the technology?
I think I blew it when I first left town
And headed out for the big city
City of angels, city of lights
Supposed to be some kind of hit for me
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When you told me that you needed some space
I said can we still get drunk and screw?
And when you told me that you needed a change
I said I’ll never change for you.
When I told you that I wasn’t the one
You said well I’m not the one for you;
I took offense and the night was a wreck
And we crashed your new car too.
Chorus:
Well some things will never change
Some things you just can’t do
Some things you shouldn’t say
Everyone makes a mistake or two.
I’m so far from home and I feel so alone,
Like some wandering cowboy fool
Looking for someone or something to hold me
From losing my mind and my cool.
But everyone I meet’s just as confused as me,
Can’t find that stability.
I got no money or commitments at all,
Well I guess you could call that free.
(Chorus)
So I should be in the business of making friends
But I’m happy with the ones I’ve got.
People tell me to do what I think I should do
But whatever it was, I forgot.
So open the bottle and pour me a drink
I’ve got no place that I need to be.
It’s getting late and I’m starting to think,
Caught up in the mystery.
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5. |
The Desert and the Sea
04:09
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I look at the rain
I look at the sea
Look at the desert
What is it to me?
A holy place, where can it be?
And in this time well what would it mean?
Look out your window
Look at the sky
Look at the buildings
You wonder why
We build and we build all over the place
Run and we run just to keep up the pace
You want to go and I want to stay
And sometimes it feels like it's slipping away
But I come around every once in a while
Back to the place that I found in your smile
I love the rain and I love the sea
I love the way that your lips feel on me
A holy place, now can’t you see
And in this time that’s what love ought to be
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6. |
This Disguise
05:17
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Lines on my face,
Circles round my eyes
When will I leave this disguise?
Can’t sleep at night,
Restless in the day,
Never quite know what to say.
I don’t believe anything called fate.
Sometimes you’re not prepared,
Sometimes you’re ready and you wait.
Chorus:
No one told me how to live,
No one told me what to give.
Ever since I was a kid these secrets have been hidden.
Teachers are gone,
But I didn’t learn.
I’m not going back to school.
Could I survive out in the wild?
Could I run a hundred miles?
Will I know which knot to tie?
Will it really be all right?
No one told me how to live
No one told me what to give
Ever since I was a kid these secrets have been hidden.
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7. |
We Were There
03:42
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When I was a kid
I was there and you were there
And we did those things we did
Here and there and without a care
More or less
Now it’s anybody’s guess
when we’ll meet again my friend
Now that we’re all grown
I am here and you’re over there,
And I know we’re not alone
But I am here and you’re over there
And it’s not fair,
It’s not fair
I’m going out with all my friends,
One more time to the end of the line
And the night will never end
Our steps will rhyme yet another time
And I’ll be there
And you’ll be there
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8. |
Not to Judge
04:46
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What a simple thing to say
When you tell me not to judge
What am I supposed to do?
Just like those who came before me
There’s not much of which I’m sure
When I see you coming towards me
As we turn around in the light
Who are you now, who am I?
In this moment here in time
Who are you and who am I?
Choices that we make each day
We can follow or abandon
There are only so many roads to take
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9. |
Staten Island Blues
08:39
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How’s a man supposed to make it happen in this town?
There just aren’t that many chances, when you look around
What’s a man supposed to do?
Ain’t no cure for the Staten Island Blues
Hey man, why you coming round hassling me?
Ain’t there someplace more important that you could be?
What’s a man supposed to do?
Ain’t no cure for the Staten Island Blues
Broken windows, broken lights on the stairs
Another black man down, like anybody really cares.
What are you gonna do?
Ain’t no cure for these New York Blues
It’s just another day in the world, I suppose
I hate to think that it’s just the way that it goes
What are we gonna do?
There ain’t no cure for the other man’s blues.
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