Pilot Me
By Greg Brown

No way I see through the storm
Pilot me, pilot me
No way I see to stay warm
Pilot me, pilot me

Pilot me, pilot me
When I'm lost at sea

Bad dreams roll and rise
Pilot me, pilot me
No tears wash my eyes
Pilot me, pilot me

This boat is turning around
This day might go right down
My body cannot go
My feet they move too slow
I don't know

I don't know where to go
Pilot me, pilot me
The sea is too big alone
Pilot me, pilot me

Pilot me, pilot me
I am lost, at sea

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In Your Eyes
By Amy Johnson

In your eyes I go flying
In your lies I see you hiding
Some things are worth the denying
Others known with never trying

Berries in your pockets
And a dream for everyday
We'll greet the people
That we meet along the way

Watch the sun falling in the sea
People laughing, crying needlessly
Unspin the web of is and ought to be
I hear you're looking round
Just like me

You play the fiddle
And I'll the beat the drum
We'll dance a crooked path
For those who wanna come

Hold my hand and I'll hold his
We can form a circle just like this
Throw your colors to the morning mist
Trying hard to talk
We can sing like this

You play the fiddle
And I'll the beat the drum
We'll dance a crooked path
For those who want to come
Do you want to

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There Is a Breeze
By Mark Henley

There is a breeze that comes by here everyday
Freshens the spirit, takes the dead away
There is a sun that shines for you and you and me
It's been healing nights for centuries

Fool, I say fool
You waste time as a rule
You don't measure days one by one
I don't mean to draw tears or bring sorrow to your years
I love you and I'd like to see you freer

You stopped believin' years ago
Been retrieving ever since you know
She says you're doing fine
And you believe her
La ...

There is a feelin', it comes here everyday
Turns your head around, takes your breath away
It clears the morning eyes of you and you and me
We've been sleeping now for centuries

Don't you understand
We've wasted all the time we can
The waters of your soul are getting drier

And the circles that grow from the stones that we throw
Rush to the shore and then they die there
And your far away dream
Is only there because you seem to think it is

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See You Soon
By Paul Johnson

You know it seems I been about everywhere
I been out of my mind for maybe a year or more
I don't believe the condition of my travelin' things
To look at them makes me sore
And it certainly is awfully lonesome
Without you hanging around my door

You know I'm tired of all the hustle
And the dues I have to pay to make it by
Because there's a man inside there bothering me
And I have to face him daily in the eye
And I believe I might die tomorrow, girl
If I don't know you're standin' by

Hard to keep on tryin'
When the words don't come to point you out the way
So I smoke awhile and drink some more
And beg my mind to ponder what to say
And I believe I might die tomorrow girl
If I don't see you soon someday
Yes I believe I might die tomorrow girl
If I don't see you soon someday

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Old Folks
By Jacques Brel, Gerard Jouannest, Jean Corti, Eric Blau & Mort Schuman

The old folks don't talk much and they talk so slowly when they do
They are rich, they are poor, their illusions are gone, they share one heart for two
Their homes all smell of time, of old photographs and an old fashioned song
Though you may live in town, you live so far away when you've lived too long

And have they laughed too much, do their dry voices crack talking of times gone by
And have they cried too much, a tear or two still always seems to cloud the eye

They tremble as they watch the old silver clock when day is through
It tick-tocks oh so slow, it says yes, it says no, it says I'll wait for you

The old folks dream no more, the book have gone to sleep and the piano's out of tune
The little cat is dead and no more do they sing on a Sunday afternoon
They old folks move no more, the world's become too small, their bodies feel like lead
They might look out the window or else sit in a chair or else they stay in bed

And if they still go out arm in arm, arm in arm, in the morning chill
It's to have a good cry, to say their last goodbye to one who's older still

And then they go home to the old silver clock when day is through
It tick-tocks oh so slow, it says yes, it says no, it says I'll wait for you

The old folks never die, they just put down their heads and go to sleep one day
They hold each other's hand, like children in the dark but one would get lost anyway
And the other will remain just sitting in a room which makes no sound
It doesn't matter now, the song has died away and echoes all around

You'll see them when they walk through the sun filled park where children run and play
It hurts too much to smile, it hurts too much, but life goes on for still another day

As they try to escape the old silver clock when day is through
It tick-tocks oh so slow, it says yes, it says no, it says I'll wait for you

The old, old silver clock
That's hanging on the wall
That waits for us all

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Rooty Toot Toot For the Moon
By Greg Brown

The whole kit and caboodle is in disrepair
There's no where to go that's not here
Little captains and cuckoos from here to Timbuktu
Are counting their dough in the mirror

(Chorus)
Singing rooty toot toot for the moon
It's the biggest star I've ever seen
It's a pearl of wisdom, a slice of green cheese
Burning just like kerosene, burning just like kerosene

He was just some young white kid trying to sing tough and black
With gravel and spit in his voice
He laughed at the things we do, the radio laughed too
I held up my arms to rejoice

Chorus

So God bless motorcycles and far out heavy trifles
You know you can't memorize them
Hang your hat on your nose, don't hide in your clothes
Smile at someone, begin to begin

Chorus

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My Opening Farewell
By Jackson Browne

The lady stands before the open window
Staring so far away
She can almost feel the southern wind blow
Almost touching her restless days

She turns from the window to me
A sad smile, her apology
Sad eyes reaching for the door

Daylight loses to another evening
And still she spares me the word goodbye
She sits alone beside me fighting her feelings
She struggles to speak but in the end can only cry

Suddenly, it's so hard to find
The words that would help her speak her troubled mind
I'm offering these to her as if to be kind

There's a train everyday, leaving either way
There's a train everyday, leaving either way
There is a world you know
There is a way to go, there is a world you know
And we'll soon be gone , it's just as well
This is my opening farewell

A child's drawing on the table
A woman's silk lying on the floor
And I would keep them here if I were able
To lock them safe behind my open door

Suddenly it's so clear to me
I've asked her to see what she may never see
Now my kind words find their way back to me

There is a train everyday, leaving either way
There is a train everyday, leaving either way
There is a train everyday, leaving either way
There is a train everyday, leaving either way
There is a world you know
There is a way to go, there is a world you know
And we'll soon be gone , it's just as well
This is my opening farewell

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Got You Covered
By Biff Rose & Michael Johnson

It's time to ask the homeless to go home
Happenings must happen on their own
Deep in your bed the truth is known
You do not stand together, you stand alone

You're always talkin' about what you're doin'
Who you're seeing and who you're screwing
It comes out subtle and it comes out soft
You're always on and your on is off, oh boy
Still learning where it's at, oh boy
Lookin' twice at the Cadillac, oh boy
Well I chewed you up a long time ago
Believe me boy, but you help me grow
I got you covered and I got you covered

If consciousness is like the ocean
I'm just a trickle in the stream
Always in motion
I strain the images to reach the truth
When I look at me, I look at youth, oh boy
Still learning where it's at, oh boy
Lookin' twice at the Cadillac, oh boy
Well I chewed you up a long time ago
Believe me boy, but you help me grow
I got you covered and I got you covered

We all seem to get along fine
Sharing our dimes and our cigarettes and wine
But it's time to ask the homeless to go home
Happenings must happen on their own
Deep in your bed the truth is known
You do not stand together
You stand alone

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On the Road
By Carl Franzen

Back in 1958, we drove an old V-8
And when it turned a hundred thou, we pushed it a mile

(Chorus)
We didn't know who we were, we didn't know what we did
We were just on the road

Heading south from Canada on a graveled road a mile from Montana
Then my daddy read the sign that took us in the wrong direction

I asked my daddy where are we going, he just said we're following our nose
So I looked out the window and dreamed I was a cowboy

Chorus

I met a girl in a truck cafe, I fell in love almost right away
But the Mercury was ready to go and I had to leave her

Chorus

And when I'd seen all the sights, there was the moon so round
Go home, said the man in the moon, go home
Go home, said the man in the moon, go home
Because it's getting sorta late, and I'll soon put out my light
So go home, said the man in the moon, go home

Chorus

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Study in E Minor
By H. Villa Lobos

(Instrumental)

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Happier Days
By Michael Johnson

Well I could sing you a song about the happier days
But the happier days ain't here
String you along in a million ways
And only the lies would be clear
You need something to believe in, right or wrong
You would sell your soul tomorrow for a song

Does it seem so very strange
That I can't feel like you
Or do you feel so only
That you cannot see me too

Mama, the man you see may not be
The man you saw in the boy of me
Mama's uptight when she sees me free
Well I may not be the man she sees
I need something, right or wrong
I would sell my soul tomorrow for a song

Nice to think you would give up the ship
And come a runnin' to me when I'm lonely

Sing you a song about the happier days
The happier days ain't here
String you along in a million ways
Only the lies would be clear
You need something
Right or wrong
Yes and you would sell
For a song

You need something to believe in
Right or wrong
You would sell your soul tomorrow
For a song

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You've Got to Be Carefully Taught
By Rodgers & Hammerstein

You have got to be taught to hate and fear
Day after day, year after year
You have got to be drummed in your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught

You have got to be taught before it's too late
Before you are six, or seven or eight
To hate all the people your relatives hate
You've got to be carefully taught