Wet Tears

Walking out on the wire,
There ain't no better feeling,
The peril of falling into the fire,
In your every bone is seeping,

The danger makes everything,
More beautiful than it is,
Then when you shake loose,
From the spell, all there is, is this,

Wet tears,
Burning cigarettes,
Warm alcohol,
Sad songs,
To soothe an aching soul,

You knew better but you didn't see,
The signs were clear,
But you missed them all,
You went down and your heart took the fall,

Thought you were rolling,
Ah, so smoothly,
You were the king of the world,
Now you're the bum of the city,

Wet tears,
Burning cigarettes,
Warm alcohol,
Sad songs,
To soothe an aching soul,

Well now, ain't it a damn shame,
While you were on the edge,
You thought you'd never fall over the ledge,
Thought you were flying high,
When you were really out on the wire,
Well now, what you gonna do,
Thought you were making it across,
To the other side of the river bank,
Tell me now, was it fun to walk the plank
Now all you got are,

Wet tears,
Burning cigarettes,
Warm alcohol,
Sad songs,
To soothe an aching soul,

ARealRock'N'Rolla

To Save Our Last Dance

Baby upped and left me,
Baby didn't shake me,
Baby didn't wake me,
To even say goodbye,

Baby got tired,
From walking out on the wire,
She jumped into the fire,

Now I'm burning in the pyre, pyre, pyre (3X)

Oh no, Oh, Oh, no,
You've made your point now come back,
Oh no, Oh, Oh, no,
Step into the house and unpack your bags,
Oh no, Oh, Oh, no,
I think this time she's really gone,
Oh no, Oh, Oh, no,
Lord knows I pray I'm wrong,
Oh no, Oh, Oh, no,
I lost her in the distance,
Oh no, Oh, Oh, no,
I didn't get the chance,

To save our last dance (4X),

Baby wanted more,
Than I was aiming for,
No crums on the floor,
So she walked out the door,

Oh no, Oh, Oh, no,
You've made your point now come back,
Oh no, Oh, Oh, no,
Step into the house and unpack your bags,
Oh no, Oh, Oh, no,
I think this time she's really gone,
Oh no, Oh, Oh, no,
Lord knows I pray I'm wrong,
Oh no, Oh, Oh, no,
I lost her in the distance,
Oh no, Oh, Oh, no,
I didn't get the chance,

To save our last dance (4X),

Baby didn't see,

What she was making of me,

Baby didn't know,

What life was like on the go,

Baby didn't wait,

She just wanted to scape,

Baby jumped the gun,

Now I'm stranded while she's on the run,

I didn't get the chance,

To save our last dance (4X),

ARealRock'N'Rolla

The Old Man

The old man says he's ready for the ride,
To take that canoe across to the other side,
He says it's all been done and there ain't no use,
To sit 'round waitin' for the boatman to come by and pick him up,

The old man says he's tired and he's seen,
All the things he needed to see,
He says his heart ain't in it anymore,
He just wants to close his eyes, and go to sleep,

And see the angels playing by the sycamore tree,
And have the wind sing him songs that'll never come to be,
For after a lifetime of fighting every war a man can,
He's ready to feel some peace, in his old shrinkled hands,

The old man says he's just another soldier on a broken road,
Says he has no rifle, since he dropped it, oh so many years ago,
For the killing, he believed, was building him a cell,
Death by death, brick by brick, Oh my, the stories that cell could tell,

The old man says by the winter he will be no more,
That before the first snow, he'll be on the go,
That before the lakes freeze and the families start buying christmass trees,
He'll be in that eternally long slow sleep,

Watching the angels playing by the sycamore tree,
And having the wind sing him songs that'll never come to be,
For after a lifetime of fighting every war a man can,
He's ready to feel some peace, in his old shrinkled hands,

The old man says it's over, at the dinner table there's now and extra place,
In the ranks of the departed you can now see his face,
His smiles shines bright as he holds the candle that lights up the night,
He snuck behind the boatman and he finally took the canoe across to the other side,

And now he marvels at the angels playing by the sycamore tree,
And at having the wind singing him songs that'll never come to be,
For after a lifetime of fighting every war a man can,
He finally knows what it means to feel some peace, in his old shrinkled hands,

ARealRock'N'Rolla