let me just straighten up a few things

let me just straighten up
a few things
standing on the groundless ground
falling with no end down
so maybe i’ll reach out, try to grab some
knowing there is none

let me just see
i don’t know
i guess i get it
i get lost so easily
but i can see
there’s no one to be
no sorrow and joy
to take personally

in the fragmentary desert
we will try to fit in
but nowhere to go
nowhere to have been
just the unfold
is all that can be
the rest is a memory or a want to be

let me just straighten up
a few things
before you get here


waltzing to clinging to you

i didn’t see any tracks
i didn’t hear the whistle blow
but there you were abruptly
a black and white rainbow
a tattoo on your neck
and kerouac on your shirt
and your facial bones and teeth
it was all i needed
it was all i needed to
go waltzing to clinging to you

i sat down beside you
there was sadness in your face
but it was mostly faded
there was just enough to trace
and so your beauty isn’t
the kind that wears away
i still see it every day
since i first saw it
it was all i needed
it was all i needed to
go waltzing to clinging to you



maya’s day off

maya’s day off is a walk on the beach
and an ordinary dream
though she will try to keep her mind on what is going on
the silver bucket of sand, the sun on the part in her hair
and without fail, without doubt
she will think about an average life
an existentialist’s wife and a dinner table with one short leg
when the tide, by surprise, wakes her up to the present time
she’s reminded where she’s been to get here
she slips in the past, the door slams
and the fading man…
and everyone stops in their tracks to say
it wasn’t meant to be this way
they raise her up on their shoulders like after the prize fights
the champion raises his gloves
the fight is done and away
she’s back on the sand again



hospital

you were so smart in the hospital
i didn’t want to go home
you were making sense in the hospital
now i’m on my own

pain is a funny thing
to let go of
pain is a funny thing
to let go of

even the food in the hospital
was a banquet where everything flowed
the cool release in the hospital
knowing where you’re going

your face and words wash over my name
i’m standing on the sidewalk singing
raindrops keep falling on my head
i’m crying with everything



same train

was not expecting to sit here like this and feel so free
like there was nothing to do, nowhere to go, no one to be

the winds wash over like the tide, the blood in your veins
the water on the pavement, moving away
it's all the same
it's all the same
do you know
it's the same train
the same wind
the same we are
on the same train

seems like sometimes the choices have all already been made
like you were already there but you just couldn’t see straight

the winds wash over like the tide, the blood in your veins
the water on the pavement, moving away
it's all the same
it's all the same
do you know
it's the same train
the same wind
the same we are
on the same train

do you know
it's the same train
the same wind
the same we are
on the same train

the same we are
on the same train



down the turmoil

lay your head down
down the turmoil
lay your weary body
down the silence
take the trash out
wednesday the angry shout
let the yellow light
in the chance you take

this is the last hour
a thousand miles away
gonna leap all the way
in a single bound
gonna put it right down
gonna write it down
free myself of weight
move to a higher place
lay your weary body down down down down down



eye

i just want to change it now
go back to the front, let it be
bleed like a bridge on a cold wind
easy to please
bleed like a bridge on a cold wind
easy to please

look at those children all ramped up for their causes
no one really even stopped to think about it
eye ah eye, eye

i don't want to hold to this
as if it could be in a tree
sweet like a swing in a blank face
looking through me
sweet like a swing in a blank face
looking through me

look at those children all ramped up for their causes
no one really even stopped to think about it
eye ah eye, eye

i just want to have it like it is
go back to the day, let it sift
sit for a spell in the drift
easily free
sit for a spell in the drift
easily free



broken

is already broken
breathe a sigh of relief
the glass is already broken

is already dead
breathe a sigh of release
the life is already dead

is already gone
breathe a sigh of relief
the coming is already gone

is already out
breathe a sigh of relief
the garbage is already out

is already broken
breathe a sigh of relief
the glass is already broken
the glass is already broken



tossup

i’m on the verge, about to merge with you
you say the word, i go inside
and melt like ice
til i’m water on the vine in your vineyard
when i evaporate it isn’t with hate
i’m not going anyway

so the piano player plays
with rings on his fingers
and loss lingers into joy
the coin is tossed, it’s a tossup

i was averse to pain
hiding from the rain
hiding from the stain
that was left in the wake
of a broken sleep
i am not a creep but i am creeping away
drawn to butter and cream
where i can dream
i know what i mean

so the piano player plays
with rings on his fingers
and loss lingers into joy
the coin is tossed, it’s a tossup



grapes from a thorn

so you don’t paint as separate
grapes from a thorn
and you don’t walk the street alone
like grapes from a thorn
and you don’t move around really
like grapes from a thorn
and you aren’t what you think you’ve done
grapes from a thorn
nor grapes from a thorn
hey ya hey now
grapes from a thorn
nor grapes from a thorn
hey ya hey now
so you don’t see the layers
nor grapes from a thorn
and they’re falling away from you
like grapes from a thorn
and you slip from the sidewalk
grapes from a thorn
and you don’t feed the monkey
grapes from a thorn
nor grapes from a thorn
hey ya hey now
grapes from a thorn
nor grapes from a thorn
hey ya hey now



see

whatever you want, we forget under our hat
there is no this and that, no dotted i in rembrandt
there is no cash for gold, no process is due
no crease is in the wind, no line is running through
no no no…
see what we can do, see what we can do without a rule
see what we can do without a doubt, see what we can do
no limit to this, no cage exists
no corner of the room, no bucket of paint
no saint come marching in, no thinning of the gin
no thinning of the gin, no thing
ring ring ring…
see what we can do, see what we can do without a rule
see what we can do without a doubt, see what we can do



i could live

i don’t wanna say
that i won’t let you go
i would let you go
if you wanted to go
also i don’t wanna say
that i can’t live without you
if i was without you
i could live
i don’t wanna say
that i can’t wait to see you
if i can’t see you soon
i will wait to see you
i don’t wanna say that i’m always thinking of you
though that might be true
it might be too much thinking of you
to say that i do
but i want to say
that i love you



so little time

so little time for posturing anymore
getting closer to the back
than i am to the front door anymore

one more night, look for the futile
one more time, steer the ship
and i know there is no cover
one more try, slip away from ground
into breath, foolish ship
strike the iron in decline

so little time for posturing anymore
getting closer to the back
than i am to the front door anymore

where have you gone, joe strummer
god bless you please, johnny cash
where have you gone, chris whitley
god bless you please, grant mclennan



all songs written by chris hickey ©2014, work-fire songs, ascap

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