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ALL ROADS
All
roads lead to somewhere else
They led me to roam
And any place you find yourself
You can call that home
But when it's time to leave behind
Everything you've known
All roads will lead you to roam
Along
the endless highways
And over the briny foam
I got an itch that I can't scratch
It took me far from home
But when you're sure that there must be more
More than what is shown
All roads will lead you to roam
Just
over the horizon
Or maybe in the next town
I've got to follow my feet to where the roads all
meet
And the sun goes down
Double yellow line for a long time
No stopping it's a tow-away zone
Catch a flash in the rear view
See how time has flown
Until the day that you can say
At last I'm home
All roads lead to roam
BEATS
WORKING
Looking
back over the distance
It's like trying to remember a dream
Like my first dip in the labour pool
At not so sweet sixteen
Fingers
missing,walking with a limp
The foreman said 'You can call me Bob-
If you work real hard and keep your nose clean
Maybe someday ,you could have my job
I tried
driving a taxi truck
I used a shovel and a pick
I even did time in the public circus
Where they pay you,just to stay home sick
I've
done plenty of real jobs
East,West,North and South
But now that I'm in showbiz
You can take it from this horse's mouth
It sure
beats working
It sure is fun
It sure beats working
It's all skittles and beer,and lying in the sun
So if you're sick of that job and getting tired
of life
Why don't you join a band and you'll see
Any fool can do it
It's like falling out of a tree
BITTERSWEET
Down
by the river,walking together
Blue sky above us,and green grass below
The air hot and heavy,with yellow wattle blossom
And black tar sticking under our feet
Smelled so bittersweet
Sunlight
through the window,that first morning
Made a halo in her hair
The coffee was strong, she stirred in sugar
When I kissed her, it spilled on the sheet
Tasted so bittersweet
Why
does love go bad
Why is time a cheat
Why does love go bad
I see her face in the street
Now
I wake every morning,look out that window
The wind's blowing wattle around in the street
I feel the sun on my back,as I drink my coffee
Close my eyes and I can feel her heartbeat
I go back,and it's bittersweet
BREAK
A LEG
I
hate melodrama
I don't like song and dance
Can't take tv romance
So when we slipped into soap
I didn't get the joke
At first glance
It's
funny now,from this perspective
You'd think I'd be a little more selective
About the movies that I see
Especially
When the fall guy turns out to be me
I'm
telling my friends not to call me
For a week or two
I tell them I'm busy
Rewriting you
Gonna find a new story,play a new part
And when that music starts
Say break a leg,but watch that heart
That big production that we made
Was strictly B-grade
I lost the plot,now I'm leaving the lot
Gonna find a new story,play a new part
And when that music starts
Say break a leg,but watch that heart
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EASY
TO FALL
I
can’t walk
I can’t walk on water
But I’ve been running on alcohol
We’re like cheese and chalk
Me and the things I oughta be doing
It’s
so easy to fall
Try
to walk that line
It’s so narrow and tight
Seems like every time
That you reach for the light
It’s
so easy to fall
You’ve
got your wrong
And you’ve got your right
I’m told it’s black and white
But it’s not so long
Between day and night
It’s
so easy to fall
I
FOUND LOVE
I
found love
And I thought I’d lost my way
I found love
And love is where I aim to stay
Build
them up higher
Make them tall and strong
It’s safe in here but it’s lonely
You can get used to it
You tell yourself you’re OK
Just don’t throw away the key
I know
there’s sunshine
Out there is laughter and light
So many reasons to be happy
You teach yourself to forget
But that’s a losing bet
The answer almost seemed too easy
I found love
I
WANT YOU BACK
Listen
to this mister if you can
It’s the story of a broken man,and it’s true
Yes I know,’cos it happened to me
You think it’s funny,just wait and see until it’s
you
Yes
I know what I’m talking about
You think you’re so tough but you can’t figure out
what to do
Thought
I was clever,thought I was cool
Thought I was smart,I was a fool without a clue
I thought our love was built on rock
I want to turn back the hands of the clock,what
can I do?
What
was I thinking when I walked away?
I’ve been walking downhill since the day I left
you
I want
you back,I need you back,and you know it
DUMB
PUMP
I
swear I’ll never cry any more,and I’m so tired of
drinking
But my heart has got a mind of it’s own,and I don’t
like the way it’s thinking
Moaning at midnight,howling at the moon
Change the record,I’m so bored
I’ve had about enough of that sad old tune
So now
I’m finishing the business,I’ve written off the
loss
I’m closing the books,shutting it down,and I’m sacking
the boss
‘Cos it’s a poor weak foolish dumb pump of a heart
They say go with your emotions,they say listen to
your heart
But all I hear’s a lot of thumping and pumping,don’t
understand it,I’m not that smart
Next time I see you,I tell myself,I’ll be cool and
nonchalant
But when it comes to the crunch,it can’t take a
punch
Won’t back me up,it just falls apart
THE
NEXT STEP
Stuck in a rut,and it ought
to be a groove
Things are getting rough,and they ought to be smooth
Maybe it’s time to take the next step
You’ve been putting in,and
getting nothing back
It ought to be sweet,but it’s nothing but a drag
Maybe it’s time to take the next step
A lost weekend can last
for years
That far horizon is getting pretty near
Watching the sun rise and fade away
Watching tomorrow turn to yesterday
Maybe it’s time
EASTERN
STANDARD TIME
I
got a 4AM Eastern standard feeling
I swear I know every crack in this ceiling
TV is getting on my nerves
I don’t want to look
I don’t understand the words on the pages of my
book
There’s
a picture I’m seeing
That I don’t want to see
And I can’t keep it out of my mind
But I’m getting used to it
On Eastern Standard time
Waiting
on the daylight
Your mind can play tricks on you in the dead of
night
I give up on the radio
It’s making no sense
And listen to the wind outside,blowing through the
cracks in the fence
There’s
a voice I’m hearing
That I don’t want to hear
And I can’t keep it out of my mind
But I’m getting used to it
On Eastern Standard time
Check that clock
How am I doing?
Well I guess I’m doing fine
Doing that same old,same old
Eastern Standard Time
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