there's something about the way you laugh
gonna capture it in a photograph
shrink it down to wallet size
with a flick of the wrist i'm looking in your eyes
well you got your doubts baby that's okay
do your thing i'm gonna love you anyway
baby you're a dying breed
and open book an easy read
tell you what I'd like to do
but tonight it all comes down to you
cause you got your doubts and baby that's okay
do your thing I'm gonna love you anyway
tell me something you think i don't know
where did we come from
where will we go
when your happy gets happy it's a beautiful thing
the sun comes out and the angels sing
a heavenly song about your big old heart
it beats so loud it's tearing me apart
got your doubts baby that's okay
do your thing i'm gonna love you anyway
this old worlds got nothing on me
close my eyes and I fall asleep
dream you're lying by my side
come over here let me hold you tight
well you got your doubts baby that's okay
do your thing i'm gonna love you anyway
MY CHERRY COLOURED ROSE
said I was a tough man
i had mouths to feed
from majoring in the minors
to selling cars rose you helped me believe
you'd say come on don put your game face on
you can make it if you try
and no one really knows how much i've cried
since my cherry coloured rose has died
i'm cold and blue is missing you
i'm cold and blue is missing you
it seems like every time they put me in the corner baby
then they watch me fight my way out
they watch me take the offensive
then defend what i'm talking about
you're the only one who really knows
i love you rose, i love you rose
the russians only rush, the czechs don't check
canadian boys aren't politically correct don't you think so
it's not for the money it's not for the fame
i love this country rose and i love this game
(and I can hear you saying baby)
come on don put your game face on
you can make it if you try
and no one really knows how much i've cried
since my cherry coloured rose has died
i'm cold and blue is missing you
i'm cold and blue is missing you
they said i was a tough man
i had mouths to feed
THIS TOWN AIN'T BIG ENOUGH
bare your crosses and send in the choir
release the chains on this silent night
throw your hearts to the sacred fire
and go gently in to that good light
because
we loved we lost
and it comes at such a cost
and now
this town ain't big enough
this town ain't big enough
this town ain't big enough
for the two of us
now that we've lost our love
these gypsy winds are blowin strong
and I've been bound for movin on
but you'll stay on my mind
I'll sing our song further down the line
moma called me and she wants me home
daddy's sick and she's all alone
and she could use a break
i'll do it for the family's sake
because
we loved we lost
and it comes at such a cost and now
this town ain't big enough
this town ain't big enough
this town ain't big enough
for the two of us
now that we lost our love
and there is no reward here
no price on our love dear
just some worn out old heartaches
i saw your face on some poster
hanging down at the courthouse
saying this poor heart is haunted
unwanted unwanted
don't let me find you in the lost and found
there's broken hearts all through this town
and it's no cryin' shame
to take another's name
don't let your drinking get the best of you
find a woman for rest of you
and try to settle down
you're too old to keep playing around
because
we loved we lost
and it comes at such a cost and now
this town ain't big enough
this town ain't big enough
this town ain't big enough
for the two of us
now that we lost our love
bare your crosses and send in the choir
release the chains on this silent night
APPLE PICKIN
well i remember being just a skinny lad
spending all of my summers with my mom and my dad
at our camp on the island in the north channel
where the pies were made of apples
the sheets were made of flannel
it's sunday afternoon lets get the baskets ready
call up uncle bill, aunt marie, jim and betty
we'll pack a little lunch and change our sunday clothes
and we'll head out to the country where the apples trees grow
we were apple pickin under the big blue skies
we were apple pickin for making those apple pies
we were apple pickin didn't matter the kind
we were apple pickin boy it was a real good time
well we'd drive around the island till we found a couple trees
well we'd jump a bunch of fences and we'd scrape a couple knees
uncle bill would always stop and pick some berries on the way
which we'd put into our pancakes the very next day
go out on a limb son learn to take a chance
there's a bunch of ripe macintosh hanging of that branch
now rattle that limb and shake em on down
and what we don't catch we'll pick em off the ground
we were apple pickin under the big blue skies
we were apple pickin for making those apple pies
we were apple pickin didn't matter the kind
we were apple pickin boy it was a real good time
now that i'm older i buy my apples from the store
but they don't look much like the apples from before
they're all covered in wax with stickers on the side
and their ain't no holes where the worms used to hide
now i go home with a brand new mission
i take a little drive just to do a little fishin'
the paths to the trees have become a little wider
and now i pick my apples for makin' apple cider
we were apple pickin under the big blue skies
we were apple pickin for making those apple pies
we were apple pickin didn't matter the kind
we were apple pickin boy it was a real good time
THE CHANGE
i can see it in the faces of the children in the street
in the eyes of strangers and the people that i meet
they want to rearrange i can feel the change
mother earth needs healing and father time knows best
the future's too revealing it's time we take a rest
we got to stop the train i can feel the change
well we haven't changed at all throughout recorded time
we've passed the age of reason enlightened till we're blind
no wonder all the poets and the painters lose their minds
you know they search for truth and beauty
when it's oh so hard to find
the change
when music is communion and we sing a holy prayer
we'll form a common union to whatever's in the air
does that sound strange i can hear the change
with satellites and mega-bytes this talk is building trust
it's like we're finally making mud out of water in the dust man
so let it rain i can feel the change
well we haven't changed at all throughout recorded time
we've passed the age of reason enlightened till we're blind
no wonder all the poets and the painters lose their minds
you know they search for truth and beauty
when it's oh so hard to find
the change
i can see it in the faces of the children in the street
in the eyes of children and the people that i meet
they want to rearrange i can feel the change
All I KNOW
halfway home rolling on fumes
yeah the mileage seems high
but she'd riding like new
this open road has me dreaming again
about paradise found and the state that i'm in
so many songs too many lines
to write them for you to make them all mine
and i know it's rough when you look in my eyes
cause i play the truth wherever it lies
and it's all i know is i know nothing at all
a picture of darwin appears in the hall
and outside the leaves start to fall
we were brought into this without a voice
taught to repent we learn to rejoice
but i fear this god is just all in our minds
our way of easing the passing of time
what if these fables all come to pass
or the answer exists in one blade of grass
maybe we're all just molecular mass
compounds of solids liquids and gas
all i know is i know nothing at all
a picture of darwin appears in the hall
outside the leaves start to fall
but i reaper's preparing my bed
baby slide over here my arms getting tired
a beauty like yours should be closely admired
hey how many miles do we have left to go
crank up our song let's drive it on home
all i know is i know nothing at all
a picture of darwin hangs on the wall
and outside the leaves start to fall
all i know is i know nothing at all
a picture of darwin appears in the hall
and outside the leaves start to fall
ROCK ON
been walking around this lonely heart all night
checking out what needs repair
i really must get back in here
open up the doors let in the light
girl I like your business
girl I like your business
girl I like your business
whoa...rock on
there's a zeppelin cover band tonight
playing down at the gaslight
i know how much you love that scene
and when you get dressed up like a metal queen
girl I like your business
girl I like your business
girl I like your business
whoa...let's rock on rock on
i took that job at the taco king
save my money and buy your ring
you can tell your old man
that we've finally got a plan
girl I like your business
girl I like your business
girl I like your business
whoa...let's rock on ....rock on
we're holding court at the local bar
ice cold beer and air guitar
give some lovin and walk this way
i'm thunderstruck let's shake a leg
cause
girl I like your business
i like your business
i like your business
whoa...let's rock on ... rock on
been walking round this lonely heart all night
checking out what needs repair
i really should get back in here
open up some doors let in the light
EASY STREET
i sold everything that i owned just to make a better deal
i ran up that mountain of truth just to see if it was really real
now building this castle of gold was no small feat
and now i'm living like a king of fools here on easy street
it's where the people are all stone cold
it's where we all do what we're told
yeah the jokers around here really ain't that funny
truth be told they're all about the money
and the papers everyday
turn black and white into shades of grey
it's survival of the fittest in a brave new world
it's first you get the gold and then you get the girl
it's hello welcome aboard
we're gonna raise a little money in the name of the lord
it's oh well good-bye
any tongue can tell it's a nice try nice try
i was sitting on a mountain of gold back in my hometown
not a penny to my name but my friends were all around
but I had me a wandering eye and a heart that skipped a beat
and now I'm living like a king of fools here on easy street
it's where the people are all stone cold
it's where we all do what we're told
yeah the jokers around here really ain't that funny
truth be told they're all about the money
and the papers everyday
turn black and white into shades of grey
it's survival of the fittest in a brave new world
it's first you get the gold and then you get the girl
CROW
It all came down to ashes after all these years
she found him dead at the mission motel
surrounded by hobo's and tears
and the girl who stole his heart so many years ago
dropped by that motel room just to let those hobo's know
that once upon a time he used make us laugh
and once upon a time we shared a photograph
once upon a time we used to call him crow
he was a summer moon he was a midnight tune
and oh we loved him so...the story of the crow
she told those hobo's about crow's daddy
who used his hands in every way
for holding whisky bottles collecting pay cheques
or plowing down anything in is way
he even used those hands to hit the boy some days
but the crow would always shrug it off and say
once upon a time he used make us laugh
and once upon a time we shared a photograph
once upon a time we used to call him dad
he was a midnight rambler he was a drunken gambler
and oh we loved him so...the father of the crow
so tell me
yeah tell me
where do crows fly
i don't know
go ask crow
graveyards feel so empty when no one knows your name
the preacher held crow's ashes up said a couple prayers
and thanked the few folks that came
then he talked about some god who sent down his only son
said he walked the world alone until his whole world became undone
he said once upon a time a wise man in his youth
he walked the razors edge and he always spoke the truth
he said once upon a time we used to call him GOD
he was a summer moon he was a gentle tune
and oh we loved him so
i guess a bit like crow
so tell me
yeah tell me
where do crows fly
i don't know
go ask crow
CARRY ME BACK HOME
mother where are you tonight
wishing you could hold me tight
save me from this dying light
carry me back home
father you know me well
better than i know myself
save me from this living hell
carry me back home
hey man you call this a victory parade
you serve for five in the dessert
then they dump you in these mean streets
it's great and glorious to die for one's country the great lie
you know we ought' a move a few blocks down
i heard they got a couple of empty beds tonight in box town
hey i can't find my shoes has anybody seen my shoes
we're soldiers who've lost the war
forgetting what we're fighting for
fix me up with a little more
carry me back home
well the junk man with a crystal ball
needled me till i took the fall
and if the other side does call
bury me back home
mother where are you tonight
wishing you could hold me tight
save me from this dying light
carry me back home
