Stranger To This Land: Lyrics
Stranger To This Land: Lyrics
Words and music for all songs except "Bird On A Wire" & "Desperado" written by
Barbara Kessler, © Copyright 1994 Purple Turtle Music BMI. All rights
reserved.
But it's like trying to run under water
I wish I'd stopped at the border 'cause it's
Deep country
Deep country I'm in
Deep country here with you
My mind's half empty
And my heart's half full
If I showed the dark side of this soul
Would you still feel it's pull
Sometimes it's too much responsibility
Let's make a deal
And you stay you and I'll stay me
But it's like trying to run under water...
I'm a stranger to this land
The lines on your face
I know by heart
If I trace them back
Would I find where you end
And where I start
You lose perspective
Up this close
No fear of flying
It's just falling that scares me the most
But it's like trying to run under water...
Duke Levine - electric guitar
Martin Sexton - harmony vocals
Oh Kathy, whatever happened to you
Are you really happy letting this guy tell you what to do
You always had the last laugh
You always had the last laugh
Oh Kathy
Are you laughing now?
Who knows how we were broken
Who can say just when
You started smokin'
And I stuck to the plan
I was frantic for approval
Like a moth around a flame
I thought you were too cool
But now I know you just hid your shame
Chorus
In that condo outside Portland
Where I saw you last
He did all the talkin'
Couldn't get down to the past
Oh I know why I'm uneasy
'Cause I can't pin down the change
We're never quite what we seem
But, now, you might say the same...
Chorus
Diane Zeigler - harmony vocals
Duke Levine - electric guitar
But I can see it Davey
The tunnel from the other end
When you get through it we'll be waving to you
We'll walk in the sun again
Walk in the sun
We'll walk in the sun again
We were always the good ones
We were the ones who took it too hard
No one bothers you when you're quiet
No one bothers to notice you take it too far
How fragile we are
But I can see it Davey...
There'll be a day when this will all seem far away
I've got an aerial view, it's just a cloud over you Davey
If I could I'd just hand it to you
Wrap it up up like a Christmas present
A box full of hope the color of sky
And the truth about hell and heaven
But I can see it Davey...
The Story (Jonatha Brooke and Jennifer Kimball) - harmony vocals
I would be happy with you
There would be nothing better to do
'Cause there's nothing better than being happy with you
In the city
In a deep crowd
No view from our window and sixty hour weeks
Sleep in Sunday
And in summer
We would go visit friends who live close to the beach
I would be happy with you...
In a cave on the side of a mountain
In an adobe in old Mexico
On the lawn in the heart of suburbia
With kids and a dog and neighbors who know
That I would be happy with you
Well it's Boston
And it's raining (again)
You're on the phone and I'm singing this song
My mind's drifting
I'm not complaining...
But sometimes I forget what I've known all along
That I am so happy with you....
This may sound corny
But I want to watch the grass grow
We both get so romantic when we
Chill out and let that cool breeze blow
Come on baby let's go
Everyday in the city
I'm like a flower wilting on a sill
If you don't wanna drive than I will
Come on, take a ride with me
Take a ride with me
How do the trees in the city make it
Without a true horizon
For me it's getting hard to fake it
I keep my chin up and my eyes on the prize
Now it's time for a ride
We can find someplace to lie down on the ground
Lose time and space and maybe
Feel the earth turning around
If we could only slow down
Everyday in the city...
Come on honey...blah blah blah
Cliff Eberhardt - second acoustic guitar, harmony vocals
Oh I don't want to hide my feelings inside about you
Casual love is all I'm thinking of
I could probably live my life without you
Casual love
You're telling me a story, it's as if the volume's down
I watch your mouth, it's moving but I don't hear a sound
Except this beating in my chest, this buzzing beneath my skin
If I had to take a guess I'd say it's love I'm falling in
Oh I don't want to hide my feelings inside about you
Casual love is all I'm thinking of
I don't have to build my life around you
Yeah it's casual love, that's all I'm thinking of
He loves me, he loves me not, he'll never tell
I never say I love you tho' the words play thru my head
I get the feeling that you'd rather I just showed you them instead
O.K. you don't want to have a baby
So you're not looking for a wife
I know what you're thinking it's the story of my life
Oh I don't want to hide my feelings inside about you...
Martin Sexton - harmony vocals
Duke Levine - electric guitar
Well It's been years since I've been on a date
You said seven-thirty but you'll probably be late
And I'll pretend I wasn't waiting by the window
And you'll comment on the parking
And you'll ask about the photo
Oh I had pie in the sky dreams
When you catch up with your future
It's never what it seemed back then
Making mountains out of molehills again
And over dinner you'll tell stories
And I will smile and nod politely as always
And nothing you say will remind me
But there it will be like footsteps suddenly behind me
Now you might ask "Is something wrong?"
Oh if I let you you'd find it out before too long
It's not that I have regrets
I'm just no good at stories that haven't ended yet
Chorus
And then you'll walk me to the front door
It's always just one moment that decides your evermore
And if you kiss me, or if you don't
I'll wonder what that means and if you'll call or if you won't
Chorus
At the diner he always sits at the counter
Just like one of the regulars
So he don't seem so alone
Well they lost in eleven innings
And now they're talking about trading
Still he won't bet on them winning
He won't be taken in again
And when the waitress comes his way
They talk a little more every day
In his head he starts the play-by-play
As if he knows how it will end
He's a sports fan, a sucker for the home team
When you win it's for the whole team
When you lose you're just one man
This used to be his favorite season
Till she left without a reason
Now he thinks he learned his lesson
Until the night time comes
And when the stars are hanging low
He'll turn on the AM radio
He can get as far as Chicago
But the Cubs are really no escape
He's a sports fan, a sucker for the home team
When you win it's for the whole team
When you lose you're just one man
And from the beginning
Every one taught him that winning
Really wasn't everything
But no one told him why
Now he's a sports fan
He's a reluctant believer
Sometimes you go with the reliever
Sometimes you sacrifice a fly
He's a sports fan, a sucker for the home team
When you win it's for the whole team
When you lose you're just one man
You take it like a man
Hey hey hey how time flies
When you're holding out for better times
Well I admit a craving for something square and certain
A house and a yard and a window with curtains
Most days I don't even think twice
But every path not chosen has it's price
Hey hey hey how time flies
When you're holding out for better times
The world outside my window zooming past
It's a pity we're not built to last
Why did I want to grow up so fast...
Hey hey hey how time flies
When you're holding out for better times
Martin Sexton, Cliff Eberhardt, Rod MacDonald,
Ron Curcio, Phil Antoniades, Bruce Bartone - background chorus
Snow falls like a decision
I made before I knew why
I take a breath and cross the street
Throw my hat off to the sky
I wanna be that free
And walk that line so aimlessly
And hug that world outside my door
Like Mary Tyler Moore
Mary, you were so real to me
Mr. Grant had nothing on you
You could speak your mind yet be polite
You were paradox in a pantsuit
Oh I know I could live my life as true
I wanna be that free...
Pregnant with possibility
I wanna give it a name
There's something huge inside of me
I wanna give it away
I know I can't hold it inside me no more
I wanna be that free...
Diane Zeigler - harmony vocals
Martin Sexton, Cliff Eberhardt, Rod MacDonald,
Ron Curcio, Phil Antoniades, Bruce Bartone,
Diane Zeigler - background chorus