What if we were in the same boat
Rolling on a green sea
Listening to the water
No ordered future, no sorted old, wet memories?

And what if time was not the issue
And we could just go on for days and days and days,
Never need for, never miss you,
Give you nothing more than a smile on your face?

What if I had ten good reasons
To love you and to leave you, darlin’
Better than the you you were before?
What if we were in the same boat
Only to keep on moving on?

What if we had ten different reasons
To love upon and leave each other
Separate to head on for the shore?

What if we were in the same boat
Only to keep moving on?
Moving on…

Seems like I’ve been on this trip so long, ittle splashes all I see.
Ten more lovers to the wind and once again I’m left with me.
Seems that as my time draws nearer,
I look into that mirror at a face that’s had it’s fun
And kept moving on…

Always moving on…
With no one.

But what if we were in the same boat
Rolling to the same beat
Listening to each other
No eyes for another
No need to ever look away?

And what if we could stay together
And simply move on day after day after day
Sun and stormy weather
You and I together
Moving on always?

Sun and stormy weather
You and I together
Moving on always

Side by side together
You and I forever
Moving on always…

Always.

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Writing letters, only to keep them in my head.
Chasing my mind around, building arguments.
And it would be easier if you were here to defend,
But I remind myself that that won?t happen.

Six more days ?til Sunday and I swear that I won?t call.
And I suppose it?s about time I took down that picture on the wall,
The one of you and me when we dressed up for Halloween,
And I?m still not sure what you were supposed to be.
What you were supposed to be?

And I know that time heals all things,
But I feel like time kills all things bad about you.
And could it really have been me who said so proudly,
That I?d be better off without you?

Day by day I work myself down to the bone.
And I put your arms around me whenever I?m alone.
And sure, I know that those arms, they aren?t real,
But I say that anything is better than the way I feel.

Day by day I work myself and I smile at all my friends
And I say, I know it?s just a second love
And surely it don?t mean the end.
But when does that name fade?
And when do I stop using it for protection?
And where does one go to from perfection?

And I know you?re not perfect, but I built you up that way.
And I know it?s been a year, but I can?t take another day.
And it would be easier if you were here to defend,
But as it stands, I?m just left with an image of perfection.
An image of perfection.
An image of perfection, whenever I close my eyes.
An image of perfection, and it gets me by.

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The colors of my country
The colors of a bruise
With fifty stars to signify that no one?s born to lose

And the gifts that we are given come bestowed by tired hands
Tied to no known race, religion, nor native of this land
And I am falling into a freedom trail

High as any mountain range as yet unknown
And I am falling into a freedom cheer
Celebrating all the many things that I hold dear
I celebrate this freedom
And I celebrate my home

And I celebrate this fenced in land that we are standing on
Meanwhile the fate of all the world is knocking at the door
And we say, ?This is private property, don?t come ?round here no more.?
And we are falling into a freedom trail

Deep as any goldmine as yet unshown
And we are falling into a freedom fear
Afraid of losing all the many things that we hold dear
And the colors of this country
The colors of a bruise

With fifty stars to signify that we weren?t born to lose
And the fight that we are fighting I fear will help no future day
And only hinder lady liberty wandering on her way

The fight that we are fighting I know will help no future day
And only hinder all of us as we wander on our way
May we please not hinder lady liberty wandering on her way.

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I should be happy
Prime of my life
Singular wild and free.
Nothing out of the ordinary.

But I still want to be everything,
Have you every wanted to be everything?
Sometimes the dreaming gets so overwhelming.
So many places, so many places.

Take me down to the ocean to the ever-lapping shore
Fly me high in the mountains, where it?s all one open door.
Drive me into the city where the crazies come out at night
And I?ll be one of them, I?ll be one of them this time.

I should be willing,
I should be down for the adventure
Standing up and stabbing westward
On and along the trail.
Pick up my things and bail.

But there?s so much unfinished,
So much open-ended business
And sadness and pleasure so close together
I can?t seem to tell the difference.
Better take it all, I guess.

Give me Friday night apartments with red-faced tears of laughter.
Jumping up and down, drinking happy ever-after
Build a wall of good people and you can?t beat a young man?s pride
So I?ll be one of them, I?ll be one of them this time.

Open my eyes and make me wonder,
Show me all there is to see.
Give me music and more people
Dirty magazines and poetry.
Give me variety in all its forms,
Give me everything, then give me more and more and more.
Give me something I can taste, that I can see,
That I can feel, that I can be.
Variety.
Variety.
Variety.
Variety won?t bring her back to me.

I should be happy,
Prime of my life.
Single and wild and far from free.
And bound by all this variety.
And now there?s too much of everything,
Did I ever really want to be everything?
And now the memories are so overwhelming:
So many places
So many places where she used to be.

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Well, she brightens up my day
She?s got a heart of gold, but she doesn?t have a lot to say

And she eases up my mind
Good things and sunshine all the time.

Now, I was lost and wandering,
Wondering about a world that seemed so out of control.
Stormy Sundays, sunny Mondays, call you when I get the time,

Maybe leave a little note by the telephone.
But then there came that day as I was minding me and mine
She stepped into my world and along came the sunshine

I was wasting my time thinking ?bout those memories of old
And I stepped into her pool and I saw the reflection of my soul?
And don?t she, brighten up my day

She?s got a heart of gold even when she got a lot to say
And she eases up my mind

Good things and sunshine all the time.

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I shouldn?t tell you how good it is to see you again, old friend
Situation sure got sticky
But we made it though and here we are face to face again
And I can?t tell you how fine it feels to be standing by your side, old friend

How?s your father, how?s your family?
How is your life?
It?s so good to see how you can still look me in the eye
How did we end up here at this party?
All of our friends swinging babies side to side

You know you don?t have to speak another sound
We?ll sit here and have a couple rounds
There?s something about you and me that always stacked up so nicely pound for pound
Seems like we just put that fire out
But now it?s heating up again

I can feel the temperature rise
I can feel a little swelling under my necktie
I can smell it on your breath

Oops, I think you might have spilled a little something on your dress
And I know a little place down the hall
Where you can go and wash it off
And I could keep you company
No one here would mind

Quarter-nine by the Mickey
On my wristwatch so we skip-hop down the hall to that door?
And I can?t tell you how good it is to see you again, old friend
Situation sure got sticky
But now we?re four feet on the floor and we could worry but what for?
What for, what for, what for?

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Take me under and make me understand.
Block my lungs off and make me appreciate the air.
Show me the way to touch my toes.
Make it a little bit easier, now, this pain it ever grows.
Show me the way to do the things i?ve always wanted to do,
To do.

Open up my eyes, tell me all about these lies that i?ve been telling.
Buying into fantasies and dreams my own demons were selling.
Show me the way to spread my wings.
Make me wonder how i never trusted those things.
I know that i could fly the highest if i?m only given the time,
The time.

And it?s going to take microphones and stages,
Many people rearranging what their plans are for the night time
Hope they show up at the right time
And i?ll sing them my song
And i hope they sing along
I know they always sing along in my imagination.

Take me under and make me understand.
Block my lungs off and make me appreciate the air.
Show me the way to touch my toes.
Make it a little bit easier, now, this pain it ever grows.
Show me the way to do the things i?ve always thought that i could do,
Could do.

And it?s going to take microphones and stages,
Many people rearranging what their plans are for the night time
Hope you show up at the right time
And i?ll sing you my song
And i hope you sing along
I know you always sing along in my imagination

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He was the son of a loving business man,
Young days filled with affluent affection.
Late nights all alone, walking along those suburban roads,
Searching for some cosmic connection.

And as he walked those tree-lined roads,
He would swear himself a sacred oath
To always reach up endless toward the sky.
Walking through the midnight dew
He would curse the lack of something new
And he?d stare up at the sky and wonder why?

Why it?s all been done before
And so it will again.
?Nothing new left for me to do,? he said.
And it?s all been done before
It?s all been tried and true and said,
There must be something somewhere out there someone left.

She was the daughter of a military man,
Each year marked by a different direction.
Seasons spent in the solitude of some transitory plan
Running from any constant connection.

And just as she might settle in
The orders came to leave again
And she?d stare down at the ground and refuse to cry.
Bags packed and off to go
She would swear herself a silent oath
To someday stay in one place just for a while?

Because it?s all been done before
And so it will again.
?Nothing new is ever new,? she said.
And it?s all been done before,
It?s all been tried and true and said,
And it makes no bit of difference in the end.

They met on a moonlit night when the evergreens were waving
Ever so slightly in that misty western wind.
He walked along his usual path
And she sat upon her brand-new, old fence
And through the haze of the streetlight their eyes met.
Their eyes met?
Their eyes met?
And then they started up a conversation,
Just a simple little conversation
And that was it.

And though it seemed like endless nights and days
It did not take long for him to say,
?You?re the one for me, I?ll buy you a diamond ring.
And together we will see the world,
Walk every inch upon this earth,
We will climb the highest mountains,
Sail the shining seas,
Do everything.?

And she said,
?No, it?s all been done before.
Worry not your head.
Me and you is something new,? she said.
And it?s all been done before,
It?s all been tried and true and said,
?I want you, not something new,? is what she said.

And he lifted up his head,
Looked her in the eye,
And said, ?I think I understand
For the first time in my life.
That it?s all been done before.
And it?s all been done before.
Ain?t it beautiful
It?s all been done before.?

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Tell me your number.
Tell me your name.
Tell me your shoe size, little darling,
You can tell me anything,
Just don?t tell me, tell me, tell me
You?ve got better things to do.
I?m talking ?bout long walks in the sunshine,
I?m talking ?bout loving you.

Tell me that I?m
Out of my mind for trying.
Tell me to save my two cents
For another dollar-girl to be denying.
Just don?t tell me, tell me, tell me
You?ve got better things to do.
I?m talking ?bout nothing short of spectacular, honey,
I?m talking ?bout loving you.

From the very first moment
That I laid my eyes upon you, now,
The sunshine of life came rolling,
Rolling into view.
Bet another dollar I can make my two cents sound more crazy
But I do believe I?m falling in love
With every inch and every mannerism of you.

Little flip of your hair.
And the shape of your feet.
And the way you?re looking at me sideways
As we?re walking down the street.
I think I like to love to hate to leave you
Need you, want to squeeze you all the time.
Paint me pink with polka-dots, honey,
And take a look at my heart-shaped honeymoon eyes.

Tell me your number.
Tell me your name.
Tell me your favorite color, little darling,
You can tell me anything.
Just don?t tell me, tell me, tell me,
You?ve got better things to do.
I?m talking ?bout long walks in the sunshine,
Long walks in the moonshine
Take another step and you?re all mine,
I?m talking ?bout loving you.
Loving you.
Loving you.

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Painting lines and taking down numbers.
Fall into a drink at the table in the corner.
Making eyes with another perfect stranger
When in steps my mind, ?Danger Danger. Danger Danger.?
Worried about starting again.

Stepping out of a long and rainy, lazy morning.
Fall into a deeper understanding of the story.
And these new eyes can only lead me to wonder
About the place that I am leaving
About the spell that I was under
Talking about starting again.

I could lay it all down, pick you up in a blaze of light.
Rolling over mountains, we could roll around all night
And everything would be alright
Once we get in the car and dive.
Starting again.

Here among this wooden life and the stacks of unending paper,
People are starting to scare me and my insides are feeling safer
Than the outside world and the people I no longer comprehend.
I?ve been thinking about starting over
I?ve been thinking about starting again.
Starting again.

It?s another adventure for the massive understanding,
Only time to think about the towns that we are passing.
We could read the signs and feel the blood in our bones,
And anywhere our hearts are beating we could call our home,
And we could start again.
We could start again.

We could throw it all away and laugh into the light of a new dawn.
Laughing at anything, we could grow new eyes and sing new songs.
And we don?t ever have to keep it on the inside,
Once we get in the car and drive.
Starting again.

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