No matter who you are
Well they've got room for you
They'll leave the door ajar
As the clock is striking two

Spare couch or living room floor
And a pillow for your head
What are you worried for
There's warm milk by the bed

Chorus:
5 star with a breakfast bar
No tickets on my car
Morning highway, early start
5 star with a breakfast bar

The night is but a memory
Rattling 'round your mind
You've got no enemies
Under the Hudson Street sign

Well your thoughts, yeah they scatter
Like startled birds
But the only thing that really matters
Is just a few kind words

(Chorus)

Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Electric Guitar
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums

Trusting my fate
To the hand of God
Harvest the landscape
Turn over the sod

Feeling a little less
Brokenhearted
Cleaning up the mess
Of the dearly departed

Chorus:
Whatever is left
That's what I need
And I won't report the theft
I feel alive when I bleed

You only have so little
You notice something gone
Splintered keys, manners please
Let me set my suitcase down
Will you hear my confession
I'm a man with one less possession

Living within the constraints
Of being a human being
Living amongst the taints
I still see what I'm seeing

(Chorus)

Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Electric Guitar
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards
Justin Kolack - Bass
Matt Myers - Drums

Where I come from
We fight over oil
Tempers boil over
It's no roll in the clover
Looking over your shoulder
Don't hold your breath
We'll say when it's over
Disarm you to death

We speak fluent M16, no need for translation
If you don't know what we mean, we have a situation

Hush interrogation
Foreign occupation
Our miscalculation
No good explanation

Our forefathers made mention
No foreign intervention
We saw money to be made
We were not that well behaved

T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards, Percussion
Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Electric Guitar
Justin Kolack - Bass
Matt Myers - Drums
Paul Ahlstrand - Saxophone

Chorus:
About the way it will be, not the way it was
She turned and looked at me
About the way it will be, not the way it was
She turned and looked at me
Like I had dos cabezas

Drove by my last chance, at least half tanked
Doing a St. Vitus' dance for the little people I won't thank
Put on my best behavior, my Sunday best manners
Who the hell gave her the wooden stake and hammer?

(Chorus)

Winter's breaking off like an avalanche
Spring is dripping syrup from every bud and branch
Narcissus asking himself, "You talking to me?"
He's not talking to nobody, ain't thinking 'bout birds and bees

(Chorus)

Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitars, Dobro
Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums

Chorus:
Fallen stars darken the sky
Just like you they don't say goodbye

You know we've been
Running in place
You've got no room to give
I look to outer space

Well you heard my sad story
About my tortured inner child
Got my dreams deferred
So my thoughts could run wild

(Chorus)

Thought you buried your demons
But they just went underground
They came back as your new best friends
Just as you were coming around

Chorus:
Fallen stars darken your eyes ...

Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitars
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards, percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums

Whiny and unsure
Got a vision but it's blurred
Second opinion, need a third
Wishing you weren't where you were

Chorus:
Happy pills
Into my drink
Happy pills
Been days since I blinked
Happy pills
For you and for me
Happy pills
My own pharmacy

Kick drum, high hat
Take sum, take that
Out of the six o'clock sun
Comes the Mid-western quiet one

(Chorus)

This room's got a fever
Baby, can we take it higher
Make me a believer
Let's walk across the fire

(Chorus)

Gene McAuliffe - Vocals
Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Electric Guitar
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards, Percussion
Matt Myers - Vocals, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums
Paul Ahlstrand - Saxophone

Chorus:
On the Highway
Telling me you ache
On the highway
Let it fly away

There's ghosts livin'
In your Goodwill clothes
Where have you been
You look windblown
Your smile's cracked
Eyes of lead, face burned
Didn't expect you back
After you asked me to turn

(Chorus)

You know I love you
Pedal to the floor
I love you but
Don't want you anymore
Breakdown number five
Time to let go
Sit back and drive
Taking in the show

Chorus:
... Let it die away.

Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Electric Guitar
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums

Loyalty's twist, truth never told
Happy betrayals of dead-end souls
Sing what you dream, that's what you said
Got the same scream inside my head

Chorus:
A one way ticket to hell
Wake up, we're almost there
Can't hurt, can't speak, won't tell
I cried 'till I didn't care
I cried 'till I didn't care

Dropping hints into the wind
Wondering where that answer's been
Marching steady towards ecstasy's din
On bouncing betties and cushions of pins

What do you save from a burning house?
All you gave scattered throughout
Finally wave a veil of doubt
When all you gave just gave out

(Chorus)

Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitar
Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
T Powers - Keyboards, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums

Hurried then buried
Insanity, humanity
"Owed Favors," the neighbor's dog
Dragged me where the grass wasn't cut
Dragged me where the grass wasn't cut

Broke your back, made the wrong motion
Turn your back on a pointed shotgun
Hard fact, lost feeling
Less appealing
Less appealing

Chorus:
I'll disappear
Before you start to wonder
I'll disappear
Before you hear the thunder
You can keep the roof that we stayed under

Hurried, then, buried, in a shallow grave
Insanity, of humanity, forgot to wave
"Owed Favors," the neighbors dog, dug me up
Dragged me, where the grass wasn't cut
Dragged me, where the grass wasn't cut

Chorus:
... You can keep the name that we lived under

... You can keep the stars that we slept under

Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitars
Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Percussion
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums

Interstate 95
Getaway line drive
Will you signal to pass?
You never drove so fast
You're lucky to be alive

Taillights breaking
Stupid chance taking
Growing road rage
And enemies you're making
All sides front and back
Blowing through a speed trap

Nervous in the rear view
Missed Route 2
Breakdown in the rain
Calling for help again
A note I can't sustain

Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitars
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards, Percussion
Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums
Paul Ahlstrand - Saxophone

Three-legged car
Tired, spinning 'round
Sleeping under the stars
Lying jelly side down

Woke up wired like a ghost
Still nothing expected
Side of coffee and a cup of toast
Dis-connected

Chorus:
A sad story is left to tell
Sad glory is where I'm bound
Can't remember when I fell
Lying jelly side down

A concept not a detail.
Not in stone or on a page
Marked down, not retail
Priced to sell 'cause I don't age, Well

Chair with a wobbly leg
Stair that can't be fixed
No pardon left to beg
No feelings left to mix

(Chorus)

World's spinning out of its groove
Hair's thinning, I'm making my move
Got the beginning of something to prove
From the curb I'm chinning see the chosen few

Coda:
Got too high, won't look down
Silent night, not a sound
All I hear is my heart pound
Tear drops fall up from the ground
Baptized me, nearly drowned
Sad glory is where I'm bound
Jelly side down

Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitars
Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums

Chorus:
Make the most
Of what you got
You never know
When it's your last shot

The music is bleeding
Ringing through a cell phone
Upside down reading
An inverted poem

Crawling at
Exit forty-five
There's a broken windshield
By the roadside

(Chorus)

Lost my head
And my last thought
A self-made bed
And a battle fought

Disarmed
By your smile
Unharmed
In denial

(Chorus)

Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitars
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums
Paul Ahlstrand - Saxophone

Leaving behind the sound of your voice.
Leaving behind the town. It's my choice
To be unhappy. That's what I do best.
When you wake I'll be on a highway heading west.

(Chorus)

The way things were going I had to be gone.
Got a way of knowing. Can see the setting sun.
Why fight a battle that can't be won.
I got a worn out saddle and a circle to run.

(Chorus)

Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitars
Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
T Powers - Keyboards, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums

Chorus:
I can't live free
So I guess I'm gonna die

Thanks to all who loved me
God bless those who raised me
I'm strong 'cause you praised me
This whole life amazed me

(Chorus)

Well we all saw it coming
Had a good idea why
I can still hear the strumming
Chords resonate inside

(Chorus)

I better make it quick
I wanna say goodbye
When you remember me
Promise not to cry
We will walk forever
I'm always by your side

(Chorus)

T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards, Percussion
Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Electric Guitar
Justin Kolack - Bass
Steve Fortuna - Drums

Chorus:
Loaded, yeah
Get Loaded, come on
Loaded, that's right
Get loaded

I've given up on fixing
Letting bimbos blow my nose
But DJ's keep on mixing
Guns and needles on my stereo

(Chorus)

I don't play the number game
Or chip away at bricks
A roach by any other name
Gave up all my old tricks

Satisfaction in distraction
Was working for a change
I smile up from the bottom
But my face gets lame

(Chorus)

No one recognizes me
When I'm squeaky clean
Nothing I say is funny
Hell, should be a party

(Chorus)

Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitars
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums
David Smith - Vocals
Paul Ahlstrand - Saxophones

Is there anybody dreaming in my place tonight
Darkness comes on faster, I stare up at the plaster 'till first light
Maybe you're a temporary evil flying over me
Maybe you're a lover who's forgotten my street

Chorus:
I guess I feel lonely
I guess I feel lonely

My bed is empty-headed, I can't take up the slack
I'm looking up only because I'm flat on my back
I need someone to dream up a way out for me
I spend the night time-locked in memory

(Chorus)

I guess I'm the loser I swore I'd never turn out to be
I guess that's why I'm lonely

Is my face in anybody's dream tonight
Before and after, my best side, or red-eyed
I know all the reasons I end up hurting her
They're inside my head, but the pictures come back blurred.

(Chorus)

Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitars
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums

Chorus:
You hurt
And I can't feel
Beneath lost nerves
If it's still real

Found on the lost road
A few miles from home
The way back was cold
Chose to walk alone

(Chorus)

Deception lined the dark
And kept away the dead
It stole from my heart
Ended up in my head
I'll pray but I won't yield
It's goodbye that I'll sing
I'll feel it if it's real
I'll fly if it's got wings

(Chorus)

Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitars
Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums
Paul Ahlstrand - Saxophone

I played my hand all night
But I finally lost the fight
My bluff she called over and again
It seems so simple now
But she got away somehow
I'm low down in the barrel once again

This constant state I'm in
Some call it karmic intervention
But I say it's a bad streak of luck
It's too dark here to read
And I feel weak in my knees
I'm low down in the barrel once again

Well I ain't such a bad man at heart
I just got tripped up at the start
I soon fell so behind
I followed a crooked line
I ended up lost here in the dark

So honey if you please
Have mercy on poor me
Give this lonesome man a break
I've paid a lifetime of dues
Cause I always seem to lose
I'm low down in the barrel once again

Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitars
Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
T Powers - Keyboards, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums

See unholy ghosts
A little more than most
Waiting for yesterday
To get on up and fade away

Saw my devil crying
Back at the city line
His tears undermine
When faith has gone legally blind

Chorus:
A quarter tank
And a heart that sank
Driving a nervous wreck
Headed for last rites
The windshield wipers
Hanging on for dear life, her
Promise pulls me through
Pulls me through the night

If your world is weighing
Baby, I should be praying
But St. Christopher
Has barely even spoken a word

Seeing my future pass
With its foot on the gas
An old memory
You better look out for me

(Chorus)

Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitar
Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboard, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums

Seven years of bad luck from a broken heart
Shattered like a mirror on my floor
I tried to sweep it down the drain
Those memories left an ugly stain
Something I should have cleaned up long ago

Tracing that history on my face
I see times I'd rather not recall
Devil riding on my back
Steering me from the cold hard fact
That I ain't the man I used to know

Chorus:
Well I'm back from the other side of zero
Baby I'm in the black again
Riding high on this wire
Straight to you
Nothing will hold me down again

Seeing an old friend just reminds me
Just how far we've really come
Distance may not seem that wide
But we're still standing side by side
Something I won't take for granted anymore

(Chorus)

Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitars
Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums

Picking up sticks
That used to be
Feeling a bit sick
In the land of the free
I'm picking up sticks
Trying not to move
It's getting pretty thick
'Cause I Thought I paid my dues

My problem was I trusted
My fellow man
And now I'm broke and busted
Need a helping hand
I'm picking up sticks
But I can't get a grip
Running out of tricks
Still on this strange trip

Picking up sticks
Trying to make good of bad
Though I run the risk
Of losing what I had

Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitars
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums
Paul Ahlstrand - Saxophone

Sunlight through the window, stopping at the bed
It should warm this shadow, but it's cold as hell instead
It's one o'clock in here, noon has come and gone
Still waiting for a reason, and I've been waiting long

Eyes as warm as embers, smile smooth as glass
Laughter like pure happiness, so secret about the past
Well I never saw a face that could take me in that way
They say I'll never know, but I hope I will someday

It's written on our faces, it's written down in books
It's written on the subway, tunnels that I took

Chorus:
Love ain't fair, she don't care, anymore
Love ain't fair, she don't care, anymore

I sit and wait for hours, days, weeks and years
No one will explain the purpose of these tears
I was never a fool for no one, now I wear the crown
She took my heart out with her, just left it on the ground.

Hope it ain't an option, I lost it at the start
Stuck in rising waters, and she made those waters part

(Chorus)

Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Guitars
Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Guitar
T Powers - Vocals, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Matt Myers - Drums, Percussion

Get in the car, come on let's go
Spin the wheel, turn off the radio
Don't say a word 'till we reach
A state of mind where we're free

Hold on 'till we get there
'Cause I don't know just how to measure
The distances inside you and me
Any way it won't come easy

Chorus:
Must be a place
Where we can be
You and me

We could stop somewhere to get new directions
Looked for a bed of roses, we got stung
We lost love, now we can't find a care
We're both in the back seat trying to steer

They keep playing the same old songs
Verses, chorus, rights and wrongs
Can never find the harmony
Just brings out the worst in me

Just where we are now, I can't tell
Maybe we can find a cheap motel
Find a room between the new lovers
And the people cheating on one another

(Chorus)

Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Electric Guitar
T Powers - Vocals, Organ, Percussion
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums

Baby I'm your lifelong thing
A personal belonging
I'll pay for your eclipse
I'll buy my undoing
Spill no more blood, grow no more seed
And take only what you need

What left you thinking
You could hurt my feelings
Imagining my heart is broken
I'll act like I don't hear and don't speak
And take only what I need

Multiply identities
For obvious reasons
Sounds like insanity
But this is what we both agreed on

Those too young to see this
Hang around to witness
Shaking as they speak the unspoken
Walk off the sorry sadness it will feed
And take only what they need

Gene McAuliffe - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Holt Hopkins - Vocals, Pedal Steel Guitar
T Powers - Vocals, Keyboards
Justin Kolack - Bass
Don Morrison - Drums