Lyrics

45 Days

girl, your red clay roads were no easy roads
we had some tough ones in michigan, you know, we get a lot of snow
you had to detour through pastures, we had to look out for deer
they never really broke our spirit, we just learned how to steer

and I, I think I can make it now,
i chopped myself up and put myself back together somehow
and now, now that I’m on my own, i know that I can make it on my own
but you, you’ve seen me for who I am,
and you’re actually strong enough to stand there and let me fly

and girl don’t you know you’re a force to be reckoned with
you’ve been who you are and said it since you were just a kid
and all that you’ve given me in 45 days
it’d take a whole lifetime to replace

now, i think i can make it now
i chopped myself up and put myself back together somehow
and now, now that I’m on my own, i know that I can make it on my own
but you, you’ve seen me for who I am,
and you’re actually strong enough to stand there and let me fly

i was mute over 10 years and nobody noticed
but i drove the backroads and found my way out
i like metaphors too you might have noticed
i opened my mouth and the world came out

now, i think i can make it now
i chopped myself up and put myself back together somehow
and now, now that I’m on my own, i know that I can make it on my own
but you, you’ve seen me for who I am,
but  you’re actually strong enough
you’re actually strong enough
you’re actually strong enough

I was mute over 10 years and nobody noticed
i was mute over 10 years and nobody noticed
you can’t shut me up now you might have noticed…

letters

time it spins so fast, i can’t hold on
people, they don’t write letters anymore
girl, ain’t that the truth, we’re gone so damn fast
still,  we’ll burn a bridge or close a door

yeah, i broke some hearts, probably a few,
but still, i lost a couple of my own
and, if this time, you and I are really through,
i am gonna  learn to make it on my own.

come away from the window
so we can both see the sky
come away from the window, i said, i’d try
but how ..i tried

sometimes life gets tough and when life gets tough,
sometimes the tough they just fall down
well, i guess that’s me, cause where i stand, is lying here…
on the ground.

come away from the window
so we can both see the sky
come away from the window, i said, i’d try
but how ..i tried

Looking for the door

If i jumped off this bridge
would we call that leaving?
would you still feel me here,
would you still feel me breathing?

I’ve heard it said a lady she, she know when to leave
I think she just know when to leave
you…wanting more
so, i guess that’s why I’m leaving

Sometimes when I’m alone,
i can feel you here beside me
somehow you wrenched me open,
and crawled down deep inside of me

I’ve heard it said a lady always  know when to leave
I think she just know when to leave
you…wanting more
so, i guess that’s why I’m leaving

If i wrap myself in velvet
and take this secret down with me
would you come and find me
unwrap me and forgive me?

I’ve heard it said a lady always know when to leave
I think she just know when to leave
you …wanting more
so, i guess that’s why I’m leaving
I can’t take this anymore
this time you know I’m really leaving
I am just looking for
I am just looking for
the door

No Woman’s an Island

Your late night radio voice
and the lake in between us
read me a story that lulls me to sleep
‘cause no woman’s an island

The train it passed by
it said to say hi
and people they die and so will we
so go on…dance with me

They used to waltz while we used to sing
no land in between them
the small of her back they didn’t need rings
it was the love of a lifetime

Now that time it’s passed by
it said to say hi
and people they die and so will we
so go on…dance with me

now I stand outside and breathe in the spring
I imagine your streetlamp
rain on the wall a message for me
are you back on the lake now?

The moon she passed by
she said to say hi
and people they die, and so will we
so go on, go on, dance with me

Your late night radio voice…
Your late night radio voice…Your voice…..
Cause no woman’s an island…

Rubins vase

It seems you’ve always been my biggest fan,
no matter what you’ve done, or what you’ve not, done,
you’ve never judged me for who I am
and I’ve never judged you for who you’re not
it’s who I’m not

you were only young girls throwing stones,
never wondered where they went or where they might land
and for those that said you can never go home, again
but i’d like to think that I can that I can, that I can…

when things got really bad I showed with empty hands
you had a bottle of beam two cups and that tent
and you had my back cause you knew I’d almost had it
yet it was still another 3 years til you went

I feel like in some ways, you know, I’ve given him a gift
all wrapped up in cellophane and tied up in knots
it isn’t who I’ve been, it’s who I’ve missed
it isn’t who you are, it’s who you’re not

it’s who I’m not, it’s who I’m not
…like negative space, and rubin’s vase
negative space, and rubin’s vase

I’ve finally found my feet here on my own
and for those of you who told you, You can never go home again
I think home isn’t really from where we came
it’s more a place inside of us that we make
I’m like …negative space…Rubin’s vase, a silhouette, a place to rest…negative space….

waiting and drinking and waiting…

half pint of jameson’s waitin’ on a train
I’m going to see a girl  but the whiskey ain’t to blame
last time I rolled this way, i didn’t even know her name
half pint of jameson’s waiting,  waiting on a train

Nothin ‘ like the blue,  blue of  the sky
nothing like the blue, the, blue, of your eyes
last time I rolled this way,  didn’t even know her name
half pint of jameson’s waiting,  waiting on a train

2 pints of PBR, waiting on a friend
Waylon on the jukebox ,  I know how this one ends
I’ll arrive in 20, but he’ll be, drunk in 10
3 pints of PBR, waitin’, waitin’ on a friend

nothing like the sound of the train on the tracks
nothin like  the sound of my boots, not coming back
you’ll arrive in 20 but I’ll be, drunk in 10
3 pints of PBR, Waiting , waiting on a friend

quarters in the juke box, waiting on a song
about how somebody did someone else wrong
you said this one’s for me, but we both know that you’d be wrong
quarters in the juke box, waiting, waiting on a song

Nothin ‘ like the blue,  blue of  the sky
nothing like the blue, the blue,   in my eyes
last time I rolled this way, didn’t even know her name
half pint of jameson’s waiting, waiting on a train