ROCKIN' STROLL

She takes me on a rocking stroll,
If you won't wave guess I won't know.
As by I roll I hope you'll throw a smile at me.
'Cause this here pram is all I've known.
I won't be walking till I've grown.
All I've been shown is everything I want to see.

People's knees and trunks of trees smile at me.

Looking upward to the sky, moving forward all the time.
The sidewalk lines, "gadunk-gadunk-gadunk-gdai."
If it's warm in here is it cold down there?
Around out where I can only stare.
I'm still aware of little but I'm gonna try.

I'm gonna try.
I'm gonna try.
I'm gonna try.
I'm gonna try. Oh!

She takes me on a rocking stroll,
If you won't wave guess I won't know.
As by I roll I hope you'll throw a smile at me.
'Cause this here pram is all I've known.
I won't be walking till I've grown.
All I've been shown is everything I want to see.

People's knees and trunks of trees smile at me.

CONFETTI

He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've.
The story's getting closer to the end.
He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've.
He'd rather be alone than pretend.

She just wanted him to love her but he didn't.
He took to the woods and wandered in it.
Walked along and on until they couldn't.
Stole himself to tell her that he wouldn't.

He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've.
The story's getting closer to the end.
He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've.
He'd rather be alone than pretend.

She just wanted him to love her but he didn't.
He took to the woods and wandered in it.
Walked along and on until they couldn't.
Stole himself to tell her that he wouldn't.

He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've.
The story's getting closer to the end.
He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he could've.
He'd rather be alone than pretend.

IT'S A SHAME ABOUT RAY

I've never been too good with names.
The cellar door was open, I could never stay away.
I know it's prob'ly not my place.
It's either or, I'm hoping for a simple way to say.

It's a shame about Ray.
In the stone, under the dust, his name is still engraved.
Some things need to go away.
It's a shame about Ray.

If I make it through today,
I'll know tomorrow not to put my feelings out on display.
I'll put the cobwebs back in place.
I've never been to good with names, but I remember faces.

It's a shame about Ray
In the stone under the dust his name is still engraved
Some things need to go away
It's a shame abuot Ray

RUDDERLESS

Waiting for some thin' to break.
Left my heart out to bake.
Nothing there in my glass.
Wasn't air meant to last.

Hope in my past.
Hope in my past.
Hope in my past.
Hope in my past.

All the way down to the lake,
(Found the lake was wet).
How much more could I take,
(Better yet).
Walked back home to my place,
(Tired of getting high).
Guess I don't wanna die.

Hope in my past.
Hope in my past.
Hope in my past.
Hope in my past.

Waiting for some thin' to break.
Left my heart out to bake.

Slipped my mind that I could use my brain.
I'll stay up all night and crash on the plane.

Ship without a rudder's
like a ship without a rudder's
like a ship without a rudder.

Ship without a rudder's
like a ship without a rudder's
like a ship without a rudder's
like a ship without a rudder's
like a ship without a rudder's
like a ship without a rudder's
like a ship without a rudder.

MY DRUG BUDDY

She's coming over, we'll go out walking,
Make a call on the way.

She's in the phone booth now, I'm looking in.
There comes a smile on her face.

There's still some of the same stuff we got yesterday.
There's still some of the same stuff we got yesterday, yeah.

I'm too much with myself, I wanna be someone else.
I'm too much with myself, I wanna be someone else.
I'm too much with myself, I wanna be someone else.

So we take off out Fiona's door,
Walk until it's light outside,
Like before when we were on the phone.

We have to laugh to look at each other.
We have to laugh 'cause we're not alone.

As the cars fly up King St.
It's enough to startle us,
It's enough to startle us

I love my drug buddy. My drug, my drug buddy.
I love my drug buddy. My drug, my drug buddy.

THE TURNPIKE DOWN

I'm lost in the see-through.
Pane always needs a bath.
Between a want and a need to,
Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path.

My country was of thee
Now why'd you have to leave
How'd this come to have to pass
Butterscotch streetlamps mark my path

Mark my path, mark my path down.
Mark my path, mark my path down.
Mark my path, mark my path down.
Mark my path, mark my path down.

BIT PART

I want a bit part in your life,
A walk-on would be fine.
I just want a bit part in your life,
(A bit part in your life).

I want a bit part in your life,
Rehearsing all the time.
I just want a bit part in your life,
(A bit part in your life).

Little more than a cameo
Nothing traumatic when I go

I want a bit part in your life
A walk on would be fine
I just want a bit part in your life
I want a bit part in your life
Rehearsing all the time I just want a bit part in your life
A little more than a stand in
Won't need repremanding

ALISON'S STARTING TO HAPPEN

She'd shake it up, was hard to make out.
Now it's plain to see I couldn't cook to save myself,
found my life a recipe. I never looked at her this way before,
but now she's all I see...

Alison's starting to happen,
Alison's starting to happen,
Alison's starting to happen to me

It's so mesmerizing, can't describe it, all that inside, hey.
No one's heard her last name, I ain't asked,
So, who am I to blame?
An earthquakes started forming underneath my feet today...

Alison's starting to happen,
Alison's starting to happen,
Alison's starting to happen to me

Oh, this world is topsy-turvy, and it is mine to eat.
She's the pebble in my mouth and underneath my feet.
She's the puzzle piece behind the couch, made the sky complete.

Alison's starting to happen.
Alison's starting to happen.
Alison's starting to happen.
Alison's starting to happen.
Alison's getting her tit pierced.
Alison's growing a mohawk.
Alison's starting to happen to me.

HANNAH & GABI

Got me watching your eyes watching things go by outside
out the window of a train
easy sipping them just seeing it fly left to right
pour the milk and I'll say when

I'm out wandering around.
You're but one thing I've found.
I don't mean to bring you down.
I'm out wandering around.

kinda hoped you wouldn't blame me
I can't wake up every day and find the same me
you can scream but I'll just dream how you might disappear
all I know is it's never clear

I can't hold you near.
you just are not here.
though it wasn't hard or far.
I walked you to your car.

KITCHEN

Thrilled to be in the same post code as you.
I tell you things I know you'd like to know,
Treat you to cake every night.
Suddenly talk and it'll make you fright.
Smile at me, I'll hold you really tight,

Follow you into bed,
run around till mornin',
We'll stay awake all night.
We'll repeat the same stories,
but of course never in front of friends.
How it all started in the kitchen.

Remember the time you said we should wait awhile?
You'd let me know when you changed your mind.
Yeah, I was sad for some time.
But 12 hours watching me at the wheel
Made me realize what you really feel.
Won't have to hurt anymore.

Walking you home along Mt. Vernon Street,
You told me secrets I was shocked to know.
Pretend it was me every night.
I'm thrilled to be in the same postcode as you.
I'll come and visit, maybe never go,

Follow you into bed.
Run around till mornin'
and we'll stay awake every night.
We repeat the same stories,
but of course never in front of friends.
How it all started in the kitchen.

CEILING FAN IN MY SPOON

Started out today jello in the sand.
Went out of my way not to understand.
Walked into a tree don't you look at me.
See I'm not myself phoney mystery.

Sore afraid.
That's my tune.
Ceiling fan in my spoon.

Clothed in iron there's no denyin'.
When you feel like a bent fork tine.
Feelin' like a bent fork tine.
Clothed in iron there's no denyin'.

Sore afraid.
That's my tune.
Ceiling fan in my spoon.

In my spoon...
In my spoon...
In my spoon...
Ah!

Started out today jello in the sand.
Went out of my way not to understand.
Walked into a tree don't you look at me.
See I'm not myself phoney mystery.

Sore afraid.
That's my tune.
Ceiling fan in my spoon.

In my spoon...

FRANK MILLS

I met a boy called Frank Mills,
On September 12th right here
in front of the Waverly,
but unfortunately, I lost his address.

He was last seen with his friend, a drummer
He resembles George Harrison of the Beatles,
But he wears his hair tied in a small bow at the back.
I love him, but it embarrasses me
To walk down the street with him.
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere,
And he wears his white crash helmet.
He has golden chains on his leather jacket,
And on the back, are written the names
Mary and Mom and Hell's Angels.

I would gratefully appreciate it
If you see him, tell him
I am in the park with my girlfriend, and please
Tell him Angela and I
Don't want the two dollars back, just him.

MRS ROBINSON

And here's to you Mrs Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know,
whoa-whoa-whoa.
God bless you please Mrs Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
hey-hey-hey
hey-hey-hey.

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files.
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself.
Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes,
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home.

And here's to you Mrs Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will, know,
whoa-whoa-whoa.
God bless you please Mrs Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
hey-hey-hey
hey-hey-hey.

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it shout about it when you got to choose
Every way you look at it you loose

Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio,
A nation turns It's lonely eyes to you,
whoa-whoa-whoa
Whats that you say Mrs. Robinson,
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away,
hey-hey-hey
hey-hey-hey