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The Night of My Death

On the night of my death, I was feeling fine

Crossing the street towards my kids and my wife

The sun was blinding, low in the sky

The guy in the truck, who was mad at his wife…did not see me

 

On the night of my death, I swear I'd no regrets

Cleaned all wounds, squarely settled all my debts

Old enemies and lovers pulled me tightly to their breasts

Said, "Let bygones be bygones," and time did the rest

 

On the night of my death, all my affairs were neatly closed

 

Dotted all my i's and put all my ducks all in a row

I did look good, in my brand-new suit of clothes

Even the lawyers, they swore they'd never seen such perfect prose

 

On the night of my death, I gathered my friends around

We traded some songs, I said I'd see them again

I didn't think that was true, it didn't feel like a lie, at the time

Had the night of my life

 

On the night of my death, I wrote letters to my folks

I told 'em I loved 'em and I told 'em one more joke

Put all my stuff out on the street

Emptied my room for next guy

Left it all so clean

 

On the night of my death, I held my family tight

Told our kids everything would be all right

I didn't know if that was true, it didn't feel like a lie at the time

We had the night of our lives

Walk Me Down

Walk me down to heaven

 

Belay me down on twisted vines

I'm only here for the beauty

I ain't expecting peace of mind

 

Float me down the river

I'm seeing kings in the canyon's face

I see a light that shines, shines all around

So walk me down

 

Walk me down to heaven

But I won't grovel at the door

Gonna rest my head in the blue sea

Dry my bones upon the shore

 

Lift me up that I might see

Shimmy up your tallest tree

And I will sing your glory, for miles around

Walk me down

 

It's not a drum, I don't need to march

Just my own Eveready heart

And I ain't gonna wait till it stops

To start walking

 

Whose engine ain't running

Whose hands they are bleeding

White collar tightening

Whose medicines they're mixing

Whose dinner is in silence

Who’s in far-deep water

Wears his anger like medals

Self-serenades in puddles

 

So little I have learned

We watch the world slowly burn

But I still see the beauty

I see it all around

Walk me down

Your Money or Your Life

Your Money or Your Life

 

This is not my life

These are not my shoes

These pants, they fit way too tight

I will dance and shake them loose

 

Were you ever 14?

Driving your first car?

When you feel the wind in your hair

Is that not still who you are?

 

She whispers it so plain

Into the spitting rain

Says, "Boy, it's your money or your life"

 

We all take a few wrong turns

Through alleys cold and grey

Me, I chased the wrong bird

And my own bird flew away

 

Time is not your friend

Despite all that you do

If you end up getting lost

She will not come back for you

 

But she'll speak it oh so clear

Into your dirty ear

She says, "Boy, it's your money or your life"

 

Used to shine my own shoes

And try and sing the blues

Now I go to the shoeshine man

And I read the BBC news

 

I used to fix my own car

Break down somewhere far

Now they just plug in a chip

But I never have time to take a trip

 

So this is not my life

And these are not my shoes

I borrowed everything I have

And I'll give it all to you

 

And she'll scream it in my ear

So I could finally hear

She said, "Daddy, it's your money or your life"

 

Minor Birds​​​​​​​

 

I am the Lesser Nighthawk

The small and quiet cousin

Somebody gave that name to me

But it never felt like me

 

You are the common Starling

My Belgium rustbelt darling

Whoever gave that name to you

Didn't really know you

 

Seems to me

We'll always be minor birds

 

We're not the Nile, baby,

Amazon or Congo

We're just the Ohio

But we'll make it to the sea

 

Now I'm the Least Sandpiper

Always the younger brother

Chased all day by the sea

That's you and me

 

And if we gave a damn, they'd be hurtful words

We're minor birds

Rowing Back

Like the waves come so far, just to rest on the shore,

Or the sunsilver rays would lose everything to warm your face

Why'm I always rowing back to you?

 

 

Like an old dog, left behind,

Will learn to cross state lines

Just to sit with his best friend again

You know that I'd risk everything

 

Salt in my beard, blood in my eyes

And a face I know I’ve earned

I've heard sirens cry

Do not ask me why

 

I'm always rowing back to you

It's the only thing I know how to do

 

Have a little faith, my dear,

This storm won't last, and I'm praying fast

Don't take your light down from the windowpane

 

Have a little my faith, my dear,

'Cuz I'm bailing hard, then I'll square the yards

And come home

 

Like the waves come so far, just to rest on the shore

Or the sunsilver rays

I'd lose everything