Straight On Till Morning lyrics

Tryin' to make a train at sunrise
Gonna have to run a red light
Tryin' to make a train at sunrise
Gonna have to run a red light
Travlin' with my Carolina
You know, the girl kept me up all night
And when my Carolina throw down
You know the girl know how to fight

Don't think we're gonna make it
There's nothin' else that anyone could do
I Don't think we're gonna make it

Music Lyrics: John Popper

And if my two left feet could settle down and split the difference
Tripping over myself in every way that I know how
Perhaps in time I could surpass my coy facade of vast indifference
But I've already reached the maximum of what my law allows
You tell me to relax you tell me
Not to try so hard
But in the end it only makes me want to more

Music: Chan Kinchla
Lyrics: John Popper

Break away Break away
Blinkon and Nod
Carelessly with matches play
Telling you you're odd
Foolishly he lets it burn
Aware of different shapes
And so he makes his hand a fist
And never looks at what he rapes

And who am I to say I don't understand it
And if feeling better justifies the thrill
Who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way

Music Lyrics: John Popper

Autumn air it carries me there
Less than an hour to go
Six hundred miles an hour
And still it feels so slow
I'm trying to get back to Burlington
To a square in the center of town
To a spot on a wooden table
Where her feet didn't reach the ground
And shen she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon
And her skin smells of cider and rose

Music: Brendan Hill and Chan Kinchla
Lyrics: John Popper

Sue him now and I'll tell you how
He's gonna milk like a cow
And if you want to fill a bucket
Simple as pie if you care to try
Just look him in the eye like you're high
And you want to die to cry
Fuck it
He's stuck it
Where it's ripe and I can pluck it
And it's a jewel
And it's cool
And hell I ain't no fool to school the rule

Music Lyrics: John Popper

You, with your hand outstretched
Finger on the key
This lock that you release
Is opening but isn't free
And I hope that you can see
How it beats inside of me
Instead of pushing fear aside
I want to run I want to hide
I am vulnerably yours

She, who is wanting me
Whose touch can make me cry
I can only understand
By never asking her why
Hear the contradictions fly

Music: bobby sheehan
Lyrics: john popper

He took a rifle
And killed a disciple
So that those nagging thoughts would leave him in peace
He’d drown a puppy
Or shive-shank a yuppie
Just to make the voices cease
Goes on a bender
Then he surrenders
Taken into custody
So satisfying I would be lying
If I didn’t want to hear the plea

And so we gather round psycho joe

Music: Brendan Hill
Lyrics: John Popper

Gauntlets
Town one by one
See how
They run
And when the check doesn't clear
And it's time to pay the bill
Some are gonna ride it out
Some can't and they never will

'Cause it's a great big world calling you to take a ride
And it's a great big world singing come and see and come inside
Oh yeah a great big world reminding you you're not alone

Music Lyrics: John Popper

Well I love no one and I don't care who knows
Don't care if you're far away
Don't give a damn if you're close
I'm the vacant distraction of a broken old man
I lack shape or color
Not even gray or even tan
I'd hate all I see but it makes me too tired
I'm much more at home when left uninspired
So damn me to hell and resist if you must

Music Lyrics: John Popper

Don't you give up don't allow disaster
Don't you give up don't you let her win
We're talking about a forever after
Don't you give up don't you dare give in
Don't you give up don't you dare give in

Doesn't it seem most precarious
Doesn't it seem such a chance to take
Doesn't it seem most precarious
Why does it feel like a big mistake

Music: Chan Kinchla
Lyrics: John Popper

I'm taken aback
But still I let it ride
No sudden movements
I ease my hand real slow
Then my hands are like lightning
And the bullets start to fly
I was almost in the clear too
With just inches left to go

And if it's the fool who likes to rush in
And if it's the angel who never does try
And if it's me who will lose or win

Music Lyrics: Chan Kinchla

It's the part of the dream that leaves me when the sunlight hits my eyes
It's the part of the dream that rolls me over and over as I sleep
It's the part of the dream that leaves me wanting for the darkness
It's the part of the dream I can't remember it at all

I dreamed about you last night
I dreamed about you last night
I dreamed about you last night

Music Lyrics: John Popper

When you roll down your window
And ask for directions
Can you count on the answers
That you would receive
If you've ever been taken
By that passed along pay back
Why ask in the first place you might not believe
But I won't be confined to road maps
Or let assholes decide
And I'd rather be lost
Then afraid to take a ride

And if it's a sing