- Waiting for The World To End
- Inside Out
- Indecision in Decision
- Give Her My Best
- Whisky Sour
- Day After Day
- In Fifty-Three
- Just Plain Spailen
- Harbour Grace
- Water Me
- Home At Last
Waiting For The World To End
I'm just sitting here waiting, waiting for her
As the time ticks by slowly, it seems to occur to me
That all I do lately is wait and sit restlessly day after day and anticipate
Am I waiting for the world to end
Or just biding time for you?
It Seems if I could find out what I was waiting for
I'd be off and running on out through the door
And what's remained a mystery would be yesterday's news
Then I could have a path in my life from which to choose
Am I waiting for the world to end
Or just biding time for you?
Am I wise enough to let time send
All those things I Can't make true?
I'm just sitting here waiting, waiting for you
As the time ticks by, time's persistence will see us through.
Inside Out
I turned to my family today,
It always seems to work out better that way
When things are getting you down
You've Got to pull yourself from the ground and give it away.
I was angry with a friend,
Let her get to me in the end
Thought about it way too long
Should've told her right or wrong.
When Your mind's in dissarray
From the thoughts that you hold prey,
You've got to give it away
Came back after a long time spent away
Panicked thinking about the things in my way
Found that in time that things were okay
I just needed to open up and take it day by day.
Cause when things get too heavy and yo don't feel you're ready
You've got to get on your knees, and give it away
Indecision in Decision
She walks around in circles, till she falls down to the floor
Then decides that she is really, quite uncertain
Pulls herself up to her feet, then spins around once more
Her decision must be really quite important
And who knows what's going through her head,
the lines have all been read but nothing said.
She turns herself out to the crowd, to face a big, blank stare
The people there are uncertain how to help her
Hits the floor with both her knees, her hands held high in the air
She pleads the angels ever more to help her.
And who knows what answers will be found
She opens up her mouth but there's no sound.
Indecision in decision, makes her feel so small
It's such a big, big world, she'll never make sense of it all
Till the key unlocks the door and decision is no more
Angels hide behind the moon, and they're keeping her in sight
They want to lend a hand if she will have them
Come to her in feign disguise, and they're casting a guiding light
The answers will be hers if she will have them
And who knows what angels will have said, if she bleeds her blood will turn bright red.
Give Her My Best
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I am moved to remove from the walls of my chest
A prayer for a few things before my last breath,
To know of her love and to give her my best.
As the days have gone by I have walked a fine line
Between losing my patience and biding my time
I wait for her voice just to whisper my name
And tell of her love; I would love her the same
With a smile all the while she would carry my soul
Bringing all the pieces together and whole
Without knowing hope for her loving embrace
I surely would drown washing tears from my face
Now this prayer I submit to the heavens above
Just a simple request for teh riches of love
It's not that I ask for the world in my hand
Just love that is true; won't you please understand
Whisky Sour
He takes another drink, it helps him avoid the world I think
At least for the moment of the hour, but now too sick and numb from drink
He can't clearly see or think, I do believe his whisky has gone sour
The bottle now gone dry, another day of life has passed him by
The aftertaste of whisky to remind wanting not to die
He reaches out to touch a clear, blue sky, and leaves the whisky bottle there behind.
Hear his cry, hear it echo through the sky
Determination, hope, and help from spirits he will learn to cope
But not the spirits that he once did bear
Now his way to hink, the man has set his sights on better drink
To fill the hole in life that once was there
Day After Day
Your feet are cold, stumbling in the wet snow, So many hours to go
Time trudges on like the mindless task at hand
It's for the money you demand
Day after day you're lost and found
Wondering if the time will come around.
It was a year ago when you chose to stay or go, the road is always there
Commitment is letting go as much as it is pledging to
Like a sname that's in repair.
Are you feeling bitter towards the ones that you adore
Forced to choose between two things that you've been longing for?
Sometimes you must close your eyes and dive into the drink
Float around and soak your skin and don't look back and think.
In Fifty-Three
She came across the ocean on a boat in fifty-three
With visions of adverture, not the harsh reality
Her first twenty years spent like a pilgrim on the land
A stranger, a pioneer, but a rightful citizen
An old warship did take them, this young family
The wife she was pregnant and the eldest only three
Too sick from the voyage and of feeling alone,
No strength left to make this new world their home
Can we build our foundations on foreign soil and land?
Will all we uprooted be planted again?
We stand in a vacuum between the old and the new
In faith and with vision we'll see our way through.
Now how could he leave with the love that they had shared?
The pain of leaving her was too much to bear
I will love you in life, I will love you in death,
Sacrificed these vows for the call of the west
Harbour Grace
Oh, Harbour Grace is a very nice place
And so is the Bay of Islands,
So we give three cheers for Carbonear
When the boys comes home from swilin'.
Georgie he could build a boat
And he's the boy could drive her,
He's the boy could catch the fish
And take them home to Lizer.
I love to set by the big hot stove
And watch the kittle bilin',
Daddy will buy the baby a frock
When the boys comes home from swilin'.
Oh, Uncle George he went to town
To buy I aye some cotton,
If he don't bring the flowery stuff,
He needn't bring I nottin'.
Now we're bound for Carbonear
With our bright colors flyin',
The girls will wear new sealskin pants
When the boys comes home from swilin'.
Billy was our captain bold
And Georgie our commander,
But a great big sea washed over he
And drowned the Newfoundlander.
We'll all go down for Mackety Bay
And dere we'Il stay for de winter,
We'll all set down to a very good feed
With mussels in the corner.
Water Me
"I wrote this song about how people
come and go in your life and always manage to
leave an effect"
People come and go, water you and make you grow
Give you music, give you sun, talk to you and listen some.
Some they use you, breathe your air, where's the growth when they don't care?
Does water pour towards your stem or must you draw the water out of them?
People talk in jest, see your needs as weaknesses
Needing water just to grow, needing water for control
Soon the jest turn's round again, they need you as you need them
Draw the water from the well, let us sit and drink a spell.
Water me, oh water me, give me what I need to be
Unearth the seed and set it free, fill me to the water line
Given time there'll be a sign, just watch the water turn to wine
Home At Last
Far away, drifting wherever the sea moves today
Though we live for the future, we live off the past
And all that we ask is to be home at last, all that we ask for is home
Closer now, feeling the warmth of the sun on our brow
And a wind that will blow to a place we all know,
A place from the past, a home that will last, all that we need is our home.
Home at last, all of our sails taken down from their mast,
Though the future's uncertain, our memory holds fast
To how good it is to be home at last, thank God, it's good to be home.
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