1. |
Pier 52
04:05
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Half past eight when we got the word
Significant damage to the stern
Captain's voice on the microphone
We won't be making it back home
Pier 52
Is where I'll find you
You hold your neck
I'll hold my breath
Blue, green, gray, white every hue
Blend inside our watery tomb
Life preserver floats away
Lock our hands amongst the fray
Pier 52
Is where I'll find you
You hold your neck
I'll hold my breath
As we choke our last breaths
Whisper words she won't forget
Before we scream that this is a tragedy
I think some good can come from this
Now we're choking our last breaths
Now we're sinking to the depths
A greater good isn't a lie
Cause I found you, didn't I?
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2. |
Frank Buckles
04:53
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A left the farm when I was young
I gave my heart to America
The war was fought and the war was won
Still I know time it spares no one
I am the only one
I am the only one
One hundred years and still we fight
And still I don't know the reasons why
I know we can learn, I know we should try
I have to remember those who died
I am the only one
I am the only one
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3. |
Fireweed
04:12
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Would you stand with me
Amidst the fireweed?
And I'll brush your hair to the side
If you can't be here now
I will wait right here for you
Cause I've got all the time in the world
We can go anywhere
Or stay right here
I don't care, as long as you're near
With the icy backdrop
Nothing can ever take my thoughts
Of you away from me
We can take the river down
You can wear that brand new gown
I bought for you at the shop that you like
We can go anywhere
Or stay right here
I don't care, as long as you're near
In the midnight midst
I will try and steal a kiss
And woe you with my way with words
And when we sit
In Auke bay we'll reminisce
On a summer when we weren't alone
We can go anywhere
Or stay right here
I don't care, as long as you're near
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4. |
Goodbye Letter
06:02
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She said,
"You'll make a lucky girl happy some day, but darling it's just not me."
A five page letter next to a dull wedding ring
That I'd seen twenty years before
She said she'd moved on to different things
The spark is gone, and you're such a bore
The be professional at the art of love
Isn't a skill, but a waste of time
And if you asked me what I thought of love
And what I think now, I'd say it's a crime
I clench my jaw and I close my eyes
Your perfume still lingers here
You tried to cover this all up with lies
Cover up how this all appears.
The be professional at the art of love
Isn't a skill, but a waste of time
And if you asked me what I thought of love
And what I think now, I'd say it's a crime
You were the reason that I got up in the morning
And now you're why I can't sleep at night
You should have given me some kind of warning
Cause now I know things will never be alright
The be professional at the art of love
Isn't a skill, but a waste of time
And if you asked me what I thought of love
And what I think now, I'd say it's a crime
She said,
"You'll make a lucky girl happy some day."
But darling, I'm glad it ain't you.
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5. |
Bow and Arrow
05:54
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Bow and arrow, steady your aim
On a different target, cause you already missed this one.
And why do I feel terrible for your mistakes?
'Cause I'm too damn prideful and so are you
If we should meet on the road
And I see you lying there
Gasping for air
Would I show compassion or grace
Would I even know your name?
Could I put out the fire
In this heart of rage
Can I quench this desire
For things to change?
God help me through this mess
God help me to address
God help me to suppress
God help me, God help me
God help me
Bow and Arrow
We are one in the same
Just two different targets
Sharing the blame
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6. |
Paradise
04:12
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It's not too hot and it's not too cold
But I think I'll wear a jacket
In case the weather turns
The sky is orange and brown
The leaves are on the ground
The air feels good in my lungs this evening
Read a letter from a friend in Colorado
Fold the envelope
And put it in my pocket
I think of how he's been
What a life, what a dream it must be
It's good to hear from him
Meet up with some friends at a house down the street
To eat a meal, share some stories
And slap our knees
I drink a glass of wine
I say "My, this is fine"
We all agree we never want to leave this moment
Drink another glass
Time barely passes us
We've got nowhere to go except to be right here
If paradise is anything like this
I'd be quite okay with that
If paradise is even half as nice
That'd be fine with me
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