Back In The DayIt's been a while since I've left home but I'm coming on back today Kinda funny but I picture it only exactly as it was back in the day Sure enough when the train pulls in there's so little that I recognize Is it the scenery or my selective memory or just a simple fact that I gotta realize My friends have gone and their lives have moved on and I guess that's just the way it is If this town has grown beyond my home I guess it all comes down to this I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day But those times have long been through The dying of the light is gone but it's back in the day Like a wish that comes half true There was a time when it was easy to find a hangout that you knew was yours by name And mine or not I could find the same spot but it's never gonna be the same I've been away and I've seen too much, looks like I've been moving on as well And when I started to not really belong I suppose I was unable to tell But I ain't sad and no it isn't bad it's just one more thing that I'm coming to know If you're alive you didn't finish the ride No telling where it's gonna go I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day But those times have long been through The dying of the light is gone but it's back in the day Like a wish that comes half true It's been a while since I left home but I'm coming on back today Kinda funny but I picture it only exactly as it was back in the day I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day But those times have long been through The dying of the light is gone but it's back in the day Like a wish that comes half true I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day But those times have long been through The dying of the light is gone but it's back in the day Like a wish that comes half true Blues Traveler Index Girl Inside My HeadWhen all is said and done I wish I needed no one Never was up to me Just something in her way that sets me free It seems so easy And yeah I try to pay attention But there's only four things running through my mind How hard will it be if she is nice to me? How bad will it get if I let her get to know me? Should she see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat? And most of all, my god, how does she make her eyes do that? And I don't need another girl inside my head Girl inside my head "Johnny, be brave." I say inside As I won't take a bite from the apple that she gave me But that's not what I'm after Still all along, my mother's voice singing "Treat her like a lady" And yeah I try to pay attention But there's only four things running through my mind How hard will it be if she is nice to me? How bad will it get if I let her get to know me? Should she see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat? And most of all, my god, how does she make her eyes do that? And I don't need another girl inside my head Girl inside my head I'm not the only one to write her letters It doesn't matter anyhow The question isn't if but... How hard will it be if she is nice to me? How bad will it get if I let her get to know me? Should she see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat? And most of all, my god, how does she make her eyes do that? How hard will it be if she is nice to me? How bad will it get if I let her get to know me? Should she see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat? And most of all, my god, how does she make her eyes do that? And I don't need another girl inside my head Girl inside my head Blues Traveler Index RageWhen the fire In your belly ain't been shrinking And there's nothing Laying around that you could be drinking Take no mind As that stranger tries to pass you Is he blind? Or couldn't he clearly see the train? Couldn't he feel the bloody stain? Not that I'm one to complain Why do we chaw upon the pain? It's just the rage Just the rage Just rage Rage Close my eyes Pull me in and take my tongue Taste the lies That dance around us and we're among Break your heart Run out now and tear it up Then you can start To give that inner brat a hug Till the dickhead pulls the rug Take the fall from high above No details to what you love It's just the rage Just the rage Just rage Rage Calls a masterpiece "Come and paint me, here I am" And it's my disease That I am raging all the time Fought for reason, fought for rhyme Then I'm walking up the line The voice it calls I must abide Bound for glory on the other side It's just the rage Just rage Just rage Rage Just rage Just rage Just rage Just rage Just rage Rage Rage Rage Blues Traveler Index Just For MeJust another one, four, five about as cute as can be, And danceable but I don't really care I was just glad I'm alive and I had nothing else to do And besides, the beat was already there Oh, that's right, no it wasn't me, I didn't do it Say what you will but you can't blame a thing on me And really even if you could I said I couldn't care less Not now, not today, this morning you got me feeling free Yeah, just me This one's, this one's just for me Yeah, yeah, just me Oh, some things, some things are just for me I swear to God I took a walk and it occurred to me while I was outside That of I was looking for a miracle I might do well to look up to the sky The dawn bringing open the day you'd say that it was blinding me But still I had to stop right there and wonder why Now, I know for certain, cause I've been around That the sun shines every day, even though you might not get to see No matter who, no matter where, no matter weather permitting The miracle is that sometimes it can burn just for you Or just me Oh, this one's burning just for me Yeah, yeah, yeah me Oh, some things, some things are just for me I wrote the editor for some news print shots But he just sent me some old forget-me-nots And this ain't Vegas but I've played the slots So I figure on dropping one coin in And some old Seminole yelled look out below You know long ago they wouldn't let him go But now they're laying low in Idaho And so Geronimo, finally he gets to win Or lose, who cares about the news We all live and schmooze, as we choose The effort's always in the details I've put in my time I bump and grind and rise and shine I whine and whine and pine and ache like everybody else Yeah, me Oh, this one's, this one's just for me Yeah, yeah, yeah me Oh, some things, some things are just for me Yeah, yeah, yeah me Oh, this one's, this one's just for me Yeah, me Oh, some things, some things are just for me Just another one, four, five about as cute as can be And danceable but I don't really care Blues Traveler Index You Reach MeMoonlight's in her eyes and I can't see three feet in front of me And its the middle of the day Herculean tasks they come and go so easily When her rods and her cones play White bloomy bathed in Elysian fields they run And I don't care what time it is I'd throw my watch away if I could hold the lunar surface With the flicker of light that she witnesses And if I'm reaching you Don't you feel guilty And there's nothing to do And you can only help me And I may never learn But you can only teach me I'm not sure where you're trying to go All I'm saying is that you reach me Some see the forest for the trees to avoid the trouble Trouble might be what I'm looking for Or surely I'd about-face and on the double But it just doesn't work anymore No longer up to me a compass leads the way Restless evening spirit unwilling to cease Responsible for what the Ouija board might say Although it's my finger that moves the piece And if I'm reaching you Don't you feel guilty And there's nothing to do And you could only help me And I may never learn But you can only teach me I'm not sure where you're trying to go All I'm saying is that you reach me I lash myself at the helm as my ship sails a reef A violent storm is all around me But before me only calm and welcome waters As if at last she finally found me Yeah yeah yeah yeah And if I'm reaching you Now don't you feel guilty And there's nothing to do And you could only help me And I may never learn But you can only teach me I'm not sure where you're trying to go All I'm saying is that you reach me And I may never learn But you can only teach me I'm not sure where you're trying to go All I'm saying is that you reach me The wind chimes and you're mine a thousand times Until my rhymes and other crimes have aged like wine You are sublime, so fine You reach me You reach me Blues Traveler Index All HandsEvery time the water breaks and soaks me to the bone I remember what I left behind by sailing off alone Pitch and yaw through hurricane, my position is unknown And the bell rings seven times Salted brine, I drink it down and breathe it through my nose No sign of land but I hang on and do my best to close But the swirling tidal undertow keeps pulling me below And the bell rings seven times All hands left on deck An icy rest is waiting at the bottom of the sea She's tried her best to take me as I struggle to get free But while I have a breath to breathe, she isn't taking me And the bell rings seven times All hands left on deck No hope of rescue No hope of dry ground The siren calls all souls on board To follow her down Swirling silently beneath the noise and light up there Push past the frozen arms and legs, ignore the lifeless stare I grab a line that pulls me up for a precious gasp of air And the bell rings seven times All hands left on deck Blues Traveler Index Pretty Angry ( For J. Sheehan )I wish I drank tequila I wish I stayed up late But lately when the Sandman comes You know I just can wait No, lately I can wait And we packed up all your boxes It's all been hauled away I never stare at walls so bare 'Cause something always stays Yeah something of you stays And I wanna shout from my guitar Come out, come out wherever you are The joke is over, open your eyes A heart like yours, it never dies And I found your keys behind your chair I still can see you sitting there This isn't funny; don't fool around You let me go... you let me down And I guess I'm still pretty angry And I don't want to be I don't know which was the bigger waste of time Missing you or wishing, instead, it was me I wish I walked on water Pulling rabbits from my sleeve Guessing cards and saving everyone I wish I still believed Oh I wish that I believed That I could also channel voices That I've endured the burning blade That I could make some of your choices I wish I weren't afraid Of those choices that you've made Like I could give you what you need So ollie ollie oxen free The game is up and I give in So show yourself so that you can win Come claim your prize and I don't care I still can see you standing there How could you leave, how could you lie? You cut me off in mid-reply (Run all your races) (And be what you're gonna be) (And let some of us love you) (And set thy anger free) And I guess I'm still pretty angry And I don't want to be I don't know which was the bigger waste of time Missing you or wishing instead it was me The will to win, the urge to race I still can see it on your face Thought I'd keep up but only crashed I wasn't built to move that fast Thought I could match you stride for stride But I was on the other side And holding onto the safety rail With knuckles white, complexion pale A cloud of dust and you were gone Thought I would catch you later on I limped behind, your race was won But were you racing or on the run? How you enjoyed, you loved to drive And I'm destroyed... 'cause I'm alive (Run all your races) (And be what you're gonna be) (And let some of us love you) (And set thy anger free) (Control my contradictions) (And allow that my labors thrive) (And grant me please the answer) (I don't know why I'm still...) (In the beginning there was you and me) (I would have brushed my world aside) (Rather than say goodbye) (I would have brushed my world aside) (I don't know why I'm still...) And I guess I'm still pretty angry And I don't want to be I don't know which was the bigger waste of time Missing you or wishing, instead, it was me And I guess I'm still pretty angry And I don't want to be I don't know which was the bigger waste of time Missing you... Blues Traveler Index The WayNobody told me it would be good But I still wanted it to be Do your homework like you should Hoping something sets you free What'll it be Afraid of ultimate decay Never stopping but to rust Eager to get it underway Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if you must And if you want to worship truth Be it medicine, meditation or God on the evening news Or a fairy tale I might sing to you But as you learn you will increase You will affect your own release A million ways to hear its voice And in the end you've got no choice You will finally feel aware Of what you're part of everywhere And there's an answer when you pray The way of things, there is a way The way of things, there is a way You tell me God is dead Well I say God always was Life and death, living and dying all at once That's all it ever does Could be God is our idea And ideas never die Created in its image We seek its light from up on high, give it a try And if you want to worship truth Be it medicine, meditation or God on the evening news Or a fairy tale I might sing to you But as you learn you will increase You will affect your own release A million ways to hear its voice And in the end you've got no choice You will finally feel aware Of what you're part of everywhere And there's an answer when you pray The way of things, there is a way The way of things, there is a way I wanna try to play the way Like R2-D2 squeaks and beeps and tells me everything You know there's so much else to say That the only way to even try is to just to start your riffing Is it the chicken or the egg It's the very notion to even try to figure out which one came first I hate to see somebody beg The infinite eternal chase The quenching of the thirst And if you want to worship truth Be it medicine, meditation or God on the evening news Or a fairy tale I might sing to you But as you learn you will increase You will affect your own release A million ways to hear its voice And in the end you've got no choice You will finally feel aware Of what you're part of everywhere And there's an answer when you pray The way of things, there is a way The way of things, there is a way There is a way There is a way There is a way Blues Traveler Index You Lost Me ThereI've been hoping for some last stand To bank everything on one heroic play But when you're waiting for your big chance I've come to learn that it don't go down that way And I'm not talking about no free ride I've stood by and I've watched them fade to dust Its not for high ideals 'Cause you know I've tried At some point I think everybody must And you lost me there What's the point of playing if you're trying to win And I don't care I can't get over and I can't get in I wish that I could feel so free and wise As to satisfy the justice that I crave The sun will set again, the sun will rise In the darkness I will have to try to be brave And you lost me there What's the point of playing if you're trying to win And I don't care I can't get over and I can't get in In loving faith I know a time will come When day and night, both, you and I will see If thats just a prayer, that thy will be done Thats just the way I wanted it to be And you lost me there What's the point of playing if you're trying to win And I don't care I can't get over when I can't get in Blues Traveler Index Sadly A FictionAnd when the day begins I need her to begin me She's hell-for-leather when I let her see what's in me It's so addicting there's no predicting what's she's going to do or say By the gods that made her I can't persuade her but she'll do it for me anyway She isn't real No, I've never met her Simply a hope, perchance to dream Ah but still, I can't forget her Hope springs eternal it would seem Sadly a fiction my predilection for her arrival She'll smile politely then only slightly to my would-be rival There's no denying that I am dying for a chance to be her faith It's almost tragic to hope for magic but still something in me waits She isn't real No, I've never met her Simply a hope, perchance to dream Oh, but still I can't forget her Hope springs eternal it would seem She isn't real No, I've never met her Simply a hope, perchance to dream Ah but still, I can't forget her Hope springs eternal it would seem Blues Traveler Index You're Burning MeI'm looking for some kind of sign My dream is made of gold I tread upon with muddy feet My fever leaves me cold I'm stretched across a thousand miles And there's nothing I can do Useless machines without your word And the ropes are burning through Fire is flame You're burning me Passion is pain You're burning me The flickering illuminates But I only see your face Paradise to he who waits But it doesn't know it's place I stand beyond the bain of time I'm strong against the sand Trapped inside the hourglass Turning over in your hands Fire is flame You're burning me Passion is pain You're burning me I'm at your mercy, at your feet It isn't good enough Though I am burned, I don't retain the heat Without the sunshine of your love You maketh me of fire and flame No engine is en route There's no evil in the joy you bring But there's torture all about Fire is flame You're burning me Passion is pain You're burning me Blues Traveler Index Decision Of The SkiesWhen you're living in a series of atmospheres You don't stand upon the world, but within it And the faster that you move, the lighter you become The further out you go, the better the view And you wanna rise So that you can last Take it all in slowly Real fast The capsule goes at 17,000 miles an hour To make the sky act like a pond And if it should slow down Then the mighty ship will sink As if falling through the sea And you wanna last So you're destinationed for the outskirts Thinks the answer lies beyond But the slower that you go The more substantial you become Come to rest against the pure and solid center And you wanna last So that you might rise Floating endlessly From the decision of the skies ...the decision of the skies The farthest you can go is right behind you And the closest you can come is nowhere near And it could make you wonder where When you're discussing here or there And do you really have to get going When you're living, you're just a series of atmospheres Whatever velocity you're in And no matter how you move You're going to become You cannot end and there's no beginning And nothing lasts And only time really flies And you're always free From the decision of the skies The decision of the skies Blues Traveler Index |
