Written by: John Mellencamp and George Green

There may come a day when you grow weary
Troubled waters stain the paper cup
From other venues, other voices carry
Spilled dreams soaking into thirsty dust

Maybe then and there you'll find another
Lover with a blank and empty heart
Filled with breath and old sails to discover
Strength to push the seas apart

On the day we met
I began to want you

Written by: Toby Myers

(Sally in the roses)
I woke up today
Everything's on my shoulders
I never told her
Such emotional love

I hear what you say
Yes I owe ya
But I don't know ya
And I smash soldiers with love

I'll come there today
To your station
It's recreation
This passing notion of love

I hear what you say
It's demonstration
Crossing oceans above
Crossing oceans above

Hand on my shoulder

Written by: John Mellencamp

I'd like to buy you a cabin cruiser
And we could sail around with our time
I'd like to get you, a southern mansion
And we could burn it down, down to the ground

But I'm movin on down
To Jackamo Road
On my way thru Georgia
And all the points unknown
Yeah, I'm going to heaven
I'll come back to get you
Someday Someday Someday

Written by: John Mellencamp

Jerry's yelling at the man in the Moon
He's right outside of my window
He acts like a madman from time to time
I hope he brings it to a crescendo soon
Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon
Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon

Jerry rides his skateboard down the street
He's thirty-seven years old with six children
He sees the world through a ten year old boy's eyes

Written by: John Mellencamp

Bobie Doll and Big Jim Picato
Call me up every single day
They don't work and they don't want to
Come on down to some Damn Cafe

Bobie Doll tells me live in the moment
Don't get too far ahead - don't live in the past
I blink my eyes and the moment is over
I guess another day has passed

But it's just another day
It's just another day
Watching girls on the street

Written by: John Mellencamp and George Green

In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners
At the Hotel Flamingo, wearin black market shoes
This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon
No one wants to be lonely, no one wants to sing the blues

She's perched like a parrot on his tuxedo shoulder
Christ, what's she doing with him she could be dancing with me

Written by: John Mellencamp

Someday this will all be over
Nothing lasts forever
Thank god for change
I love you now, we should stay together
No one's crying about a single thing

Large world turning
Live while you can
Live while you can
Large world turning
Live while you can
Live while you can

You may sleep where your lover leads you
Come and brush these crumbs from my bed

Written by: John Mellencamp

Life is hard anyway you cut it
Life is sweet, like a berry from a tree
Life is temptation, Baby, every single day
Life is hard

Life is funny, I don't mean ha-ha
It's not always sunny, when it needs to be
Life is frightening, nothing lasts forever
Life is hard

My time
Is next to nothin
My time
Falls on you, yeah
Everything
Is in motion
Life is hard

Written by: John Mellencamp

The president he's a pretty nice guy
I'd like to take him out to dinner sometime
Drive around in his motorcade
Talk about those bills that ain't been paid
and maybe later on, just for fun,
We'll shoot off his submachine gun
We'll shoot out the sky, shoot out the sea
Shoot out those dreams about you and me

Take my hand girl, I know where you've been

This song is an instrumental, there are no lyrics

Written by: John Mellencamp

I've ridden down Sunset
I drank expensive wine
I've been married 2 dozen times
Raised ten children on a workman's pay
And I'm glad to say I've enjoyed everyday
Of the full catastrophe of life

I've sat in courtrooms
had people call me names
I've been to London town
On a supersonic plane
I was lovin' your wife
While you were lovin mine

Written by: John Mellencamp and George Green

Please be quiet, everyone's asleep
Stella's locked her door and she's requested some peace
She teaches the English at the American school
She teaches imaginary numbers and the golden rule
She says it's hard to worry about the future
When your past is knocking at your door
Sweet mistakes and information
Have been her lovers before