what goes around :: i feel i'm coming to a new dead end. i think i'm coming round and going back again. if you didn't like me, honey, where would you go? way up north to canada or down to mexico? i didn't like julie, cathy, or christine. and jenny was pretty but she seemed kind of me. i'm calling you up to bring you back; i never had a lover like that. i'm coming on a heart attack. why don't you see that you're what goes around? i'll see you at the lost and found. i'll wait my turn for now (familiar face in the crowd). the lovers of your time: you'll see me, i'll be last in line. i'll wait here; i don't mind. i'm your real life. my momma said my daddy tried it once. she didn't like him 'till he laid down his gun. she called him up to try to bring him back; i never had a lover like that. i'm coming on a heart attack. why don't you see that you're what goes around? i'll see you at the lost and found. i'll wait my turn for now (familiar face in the crowd). the lovers of your time: you'll see me, i'll be last in line. i'll wait here; i don't mind. i'm your real life. what's inside you - i know all of it. why you heart aches - it comes down to this. you'll know i'm back when it feels the same; when i'm done with calling out your name.

losing streak :: a couple of friends and i discussed the way you looked when you left today. you were so beautiful they didn't understand - i let you slip away. a couple of times i lost my way to your house trying to get close to you. i guess i didn't see the signs you put there for me - i feel like a fool. where are you now? have you lost sight of me? happy at home or are you losing sleep? what can allow your little light to shine on me? caught me at the end of a losing streak. a couple of things about you make me feel like i have made a big mistake. the way you look when you're asleep, the way you look when you're wide awake. where are you now? have you lost sight of me? happy at home or are you losing sleep? what can allow your little light to shine on me? caught me at the end of a losing streak. i'd ask but nobody knows where it comes from and why we let go. who stars in your little daydreams? when you fall in love, does he look like me? where are you now? have you lost sight of me? happy at home or are you losing sleep? what can allow your little light to shine on me? caught me at the end of a losing streak.

no angel :: all these little feelings come a-knocking at my door. how deep are you breathing? are you sleeping? i'm not sure. babe, i know i'm being kind of like i'm off for more. i should be leaving . . . california or new york. an angel is a girl who brings the sun; whoever calls you angel, you're not one. i loved you 'cause the devil told me to - there's no angel prettier than you. i've got a rocket for to take me from this world. fly up to heaven, find an angel for my girl. an angel is a girl who brings the sun; whoever calls you angel, you're not one. i loved you 'cause the devil told me to - there's no angel prettier than you. i loved you 'till the night you told the truth about your lies; turns out lies suited you. black angel come steal away my night. pretty eyes turn evil in the light.

not on fire :: something lost its hold on me. I can't remember what it used to be. it's been missing for so long. nothing's lost until you know it's gone. let's make plans to wait around, back to back, silent, looking down. i will love you if you guess all the reasons that i haven't left. baby, i am not on fire, and nothing in the world gets me high, but i keep hanging on. i wake up, i go to bed - in between i might as well be dead. the more you want, the more you lack; the more i give, the more i want it back. baby, i am not on fire, and nothing in the world gets me high, but i keep hanging on. we won't even have a good time like we used to, but we're gonna do it anyway. and i'm not sure i even like the things that you do, so let's do nothing because . . . baby, i am not on fire, and nothing in the world gets me high, but i keep hanging on.

dealer's choice :: you hold between your fingers the hand you always wanted to hold. every time you play a card you know you'd eventually fold. little squeeze play, little decoy. hold 'em close to your chest. now the odds are flipped around and you wanna try to lick the best. i know you didn't mean to play, with the hearts that were coming your way. but this heart wants to take a chance, on the numbers, and play ... dealer's choice, against the house odds. you got a hold on my cards at large. dealer's choice, better hold them tight. i bet my king wins tonight. time to make the move that you wanted. no more time for regrets. silly boys may hassle you but they just don't know when to call their bets. i know you didn't mean to play, with the hearts that were coming your way. but this heart wants to take a chance, on the numbers, and play ... dealer's choice, against the house odds. you got a hold on my cards at large. dealer's choice, better hold them tight. i bet my king wins tonight. aw, the cards that you're playin makes me think that you're stayin. hey, you know i'll treat you right. i just can't lose tonight.

lie low :: hey now, baby, i love your lies - wrapped up deep, bottled up inside. a city girl come across the plain, come out west, come to clear her name. a michigan boy with a new york dream. come on honey, won't you marry me? i know your daddy says you can't; how the hell's he gonna know where you went? if it seems strange, i'll clear your name. we could lie low. not good enough to say i'm too tough - we could lie low. kalamazoo was a grand old town until the sands of time came and broke it down. a city girl finds a place to hide in a grand old town that won't eat her alive. if it seems strange, i'll clear your name. we could lie low. not good enough to say i'm too tough - we could lie low. i know places you'll like a lot - change people to people they never thought. a city girl with a great big heart, come on, find a new place to start. if it seems strange, i'll clear your name. we could lie low. not good enough to say i'm too tough - we could lie low. this is a place where no one knows your face - we could lie low. every good friend knows how to start again. we could lie low.

so long :: after she's gone, i cry one more tear - not for the way she left, but for the wasted year. all my bad luck comes from good ideas. thought i'd found the one; i'm still standing here. i've been stupid once. then i got lucky: i missed out, i lost my chance, now i'm alone. i've been strung along. everybody sings the best sad song they know; i say so long, and then i'm gone. someone said, "son, why you look so sad? you know how it hurts and you should be glad. all your good luck gets wasted on hanging around someone when you should be gone." why you looking? there's nobody here. you're too late; i cried all my tears. you've been so out of touch.

tangled :: my one true darling, gone so far and i'm a man of regrets and sorry sighs. i take it all back - this time i mean that. and for my next act, i'll appear inside your life. we are tangled, tangled up in love. try to break free, but you're tangled up. don't ever think that i'm gone - you'll be wrong. from minnesota, to north dakota, through montana and northern idaho. come seattle, my car will rattle, choke and roll dying right up to your door. do you miss me? well come and get me. if you don't, i fill find you where you are. i've got pretty good eyes, and i'm not a bad guy. i need pretty people right here by my side.

south by midwest :: there's a picture of you locked in my bedroom drawer from the last time we met back in 1984. you moved south to indiana with a pile of fake jewels from a man who never loved you half as much as i still do. we used to spend the summer nights up in traverse city. framed against the lake you sure looked pretty. i used to hitchhike from detroit to the western shore - meet you halfway from chicago out on 94. down south in indiana, kentucky blues will get you when you say: "i see you over the border; i wish my life was shorter." i passed up on you like a lie that turns out true. nothing's ever through that means so much. they should make it illegal - like bonnie and clyde - to love on the run, to love like you're gonna die. to be so fucked up by someone you're doomed to a life of mistakes and bad luck you can't lose.

cheap wine & nicotine :: easy people: they fall in love, get along, and nothing goes wrong. i've been hungry, hard-hearted, lost, running from you now that you're gone. i'm living on cheap wine and nicotine between all the nightmares, these evil dreams. called you up in the middle of a living hell; i don't know why. save me. don't come back. i can't afford to fall in love. this little heart's not strong enough - strong enough to feel the pain. it feels strange, but don't come back - even if you feel so sad. sometimes you're gonna feel like that. hold it back. don't come apart like i do. save me. just don't come back. 1991 - you came to town, i fell in love and followed you 'round. now i get lost on a lonely street where i've got no-one to meet. i'm living on cheap wine and nicotine between all the nightmares - these evil dreams. called you up in the middle of a living hell. i love you but i'm not well. i've been a mess since you've been gone. regular people just move on. don't pick up the phone, don't even start. it's better when we're apart.

hard to find :: if i followed in your footsteps, would you never turn around? if i wrote you little letters, would you have moved to another town? if someone found the things we lost, would you be there to pick them up or not? would you be a friend of mine? i've been running down the year trying to find the reasons for your fear. i could not have been unkind - you were hard to find. amy, i've been feeling better, and i've been thinking long about the time we rode through stormy weather just to see the sun come out. this should be a sign to you of how much i am willing to go through just to make you feel alright. i've been running down the year trying to find the reasons for your fear. i could not have been unkind - you were hard to find.

bleeding heart :: hey there, heaven sent. tell me: where you been? our house was built on love before, and now you can't pay the rent. here i am, the fool, breaking my own rules. i gave my heart too many times to be hurting over you. you promised me much more but it seems like less. your reputation follows you, i guess. i'm not sure i can endure one more emergency. this bleeding heart, be gone - it's killing me. my oldest injury begins again to bleed. familiar feelings, bad ideas - how crazy can i be? gone to hell again; that must be where we've been. our house is going up in flames and I am burning out with it. the doctor says that i could use a rest. my situation failing all the tests. i'm not sure i can endure one more emergency. this bleeding heart be gone - it's killing me.

burned out :: we just sit home and watch tv. we believe everything we read. forget to talk before we sleep. we're too tired for lazy love. a good night kiss is one too much. your tender hands have lost their touch. my gentle heart is getting tough. when you cry, you know that i can see you're getting over me. burned out, the shadow of a shooting star. how'd we get this far? tonight i'll go out with the boys. we'll surround ourselves with noise. you and the girls can plan your lives - talk all night about mr. right. when you cry, you know that i can see you're getting over me. burned out, the shadow of a shooting star. how'd we get this far?

the way you never are :: you came to town trapped in the middle of ten years of bad luck with your artificial heart. one good thing will lead to another; before you know it, your life begins to start. a boy and a girl on the streets of minneapolis; it’s not a real big city, but it’ll have to do for a place to get lost. will you come and find me? i promise you won’t miss a thing that you lose. hey, i want to get lost with you. i need a new life, and you could use one too. it seems like every girl i meet has got a mixed up part, and that’s the way you never are. the way you never are gets into my heart. one of these days we’ll find a stack of letters. the ones from you will say, “i feel like falling in love”. i will write back, “you gotta get lost to find me. when we have each other then we’ll know we’ve got enough.”

christine :: christine was the only girl who ever showed me the top of this lonely world. just short of the taste of love, but on the top of the world it seems enough. and she’s gone, and my heart sinks like a stone, and i feel oh so alone. i’m outside her door, i’m on the phone. christine, come outside – i’ll take you home. some things i didn’t mean – well, you know what they are, don’t you, christine? forget ‘em. they’re gone, they’re past. i want the top of the world to take me back. christine comes back to me – at least she does in one of my little dreams. comes back in the shape of love, but when i slip in her arms the dream is done.

some blues :: some blues are like the wind – they blow through you, you never feel ‘em again. if you’re never really very deep in, those blues are like the wind. some blues are like a lake – they leave you feeling clean in their wake. when you recognize your mistakes, those blues are like a lake. but my blues are like the earth – an angel set me down, and there they were. when they’re under your feet like a curse, those blues are like the earth. some blues are like your friend – they come and they go, and then they come back again. if you always let ‘em back in, those blues are like your friend.

she's so safe :: there’s a blinking sign in houston: it says you won’t find sleep for miles. but in the mirror at night, you can read it right; it says that sleep is not your style. on the road out of the city, there’s a turn that you can’t miss to a cold and dark amusement park where you gave me my first kiss. it’s a turn that you can’t miss. when you tried to reach me your signals got all crossed, and when the tears fall down your hardest face they make you look so soft. you’re a lazy kind of sinner, like a lover leading on to the point where no-one knows who goes, and who will not be gone. it’s a kind of architecture; it’s not a school of thought. it gets you less to take a guess than to build up what you’re not; it’s not a school of thought. and when you tried to hurt me, your signals got all crossed, and when the tears fall down your hardest face they make you look so soft. she’s so safe, she’s all alone, she’s waiting by the telephone.

bullet train :: up from the ranks of little girls, you flew into the world looking for your life. you couldn’t get it right. we said some pretty crazy things. we found a song to sing. on the bed where love became a lie, too late for the sky. we won the battle and the war, but what we fought them for disappeared before our eyes, no matter how we tried. we talk like angels in the night, feeling like a bullet train on fire. to fall at all, you really have to fly - a bullet train won’t take you to the sky. one thing your mother never said is how she feels so dead; she gave you life to get it right. a love above is waiting for the ones who know just who we are. we’re gonna meet our stars.

the devil you know :: all around town the rain’s coming down, and i’m falling out of love with you. who are you to be playing so tough? you’ve been around; you know you’re not good enough. first came tom, and then came tim, and then came someone else - you never loved him. then came me; I thought i was the best, but not good enough – at least not yet. next time you meet someone, think hard: you might end up with a broken heart. why not go with the devil you know? it’s about time you say so what about these things that seem a little hard (my terrible shoes, my mixed up heart). there will be guys that would be glad to treat you bad, to make you sad. we’re all a little rough – even I say so. why not go with the devil you know? first things first and last things last, and then we’ll get down to it. i’ll be waiting at the end of your past. it won’t be long – i love a girl who learns so fast.

carried away :: the empty streets are cold at night. i lie awake without a light. why go to sleep when i can’t rest? i couldn’t want my dreams much less. you got carried away, but who am i to say what makes you sick and makes you well? who am i to tell? carried away, gone in a day – do you want to come home? the saints of loneliness are lost; even saints get carried off. if i could call on them i would – if i could change your mind for good. carried away, gone in a day. we built it such a long time; it just slipped away. i can get through the spring, but it’s gonna get cold, and i don’t really care for getting old alone. when i get up i can’t find any place to go. when i get down i even love the lies you told. this ain’t bad luck; it’s just the devil playing low. i hope you know. i guess i never knew your heart, but how could i have missed this far? to not provide a life of love, to hear you say you’ve had enough.

thirty years :: here i am alone with the california sunset, thinking that it’s one of all the things we haven’t done yet. i feel like i know you like we went to school together; it’s been a hundred days, but it sure feels like forever. i want to be with you on your birthday, but i can’t. i want to be the part of life that turns out like you planned. i’m falling for you like a country falls down to its knees, waiting for a revolution to bring you home to me. 30 years ago your daddy closed his eyes and wished his daughter would be beautiful – and what he wants he gets. for your birthday he would say that he would rather be nowhere else but telling you you’re everything he wanted you to be. honey, i would take you anywhere love is in style, and that’s everywhere except where you’ve been for a while. your life is like an upside down version of itself, and I am just a secret I thought other people tell.

here goes nothing :: i got so good at lying, now i want to tell the truth. i think the whole world should know the crazy things we do. i may not always say the right thing, but i’ll try my best for you. i got so good at lying, now i want to tell the truth. this has all the marks of something that is going to last – i can tell by all the tombstones in the graveyards of my past. i used to beg for something like this; now i don’t even have to ask. this has all the marks of something that is going to last. ready, here goes nothing. if there’s something in the way, it’s in your mind. here goes nothing beats that little something in the way most every time. honey, do you think they know you’re the one that i take home? who’d believe that you turn out the lights on my good nights? if i dare mistreat you baby, send me way back home. the man who’s ever mean to you deserves to be alone. i’ll learn every kind of kindness a man could ever know. if i’m ever mean to you, well tell me to go home.

the man you want to kill :: :: i know your car, and you know mine, and we know the same girl most of the time – but i know a side of her that you never will. nice to meet you: i’m the man you want to kill. you call me up on all my phones. you say, “i thought you knew how to be alone.” well, buddy, we all have a name we like to speak. when i say hers, she gets kind of weak. when she says mine, i feel like a thief. when it gets hard, you really find out who you are, and what you’ve got, and what you’re not. you go to sleep; all you can hope for is one good dream. you go to sleep; you hope for one good dream. you’ve got my number, you’ve got my name. you get in line, but can’t get in the game. you come so close, but end up just the same. you come so close, you got yourself to blame. you think you’ve got big shoes to fill; i don’t mind if i do, i think i will. well, life passes you by if you stand still, and you can barely catch the eye of the man you want to kill.