Don't you know me.

He came riding in from a storm
With pinball lightning flying through the air.
He walked up to me,
And I swore he looked right through me,
But he knew my name like we
Was long friends.

He said,
“hey man don’t you know me,
Hey, man don’t you know me,
We were so close, so long ago.”,
“hey man don’t you know me,
Hey man don’t you know me,
We were so close so long ago.”

He say,
“Hey man don’t you look so cute,
Standing in that monkey suit,
Let me see you dance for the
Hurdy gurdy man,
I see you done cut your hair,
And I bet you wearing funny underwear,

Now tell me true,
Whats that got to do with you,
What’s that got to do with you,
What’s that got to do with you,
Now tell me true, whats that got to do,
With you,

What’s that got to do with you,
What’s that got to do with you,
Now tell me true, what’s that got to do
With you.

I say,
What the hell is it to you,
You don’t know the things I do,
I’ve got a woman to please, and mouths to feed,
And they need games to play, and toys to chase their blues away
And a big closet for hundred dollar shoes

So you’re trying to find your way,
And yeah you got bills to pay,
And make believe, aint so bad second best.
But you missing the only thing, worth a damn to leave behind,
And your kids growin up with a man that doesn’t even know his self.

And so,
What’s that got to do with you,
What’s that got to do with you,
Tell me true, what’s that got to do with you,
And he say,
What’s that got to do with you
What’s that got to do with you,
Tell me true, what’s that got to do with you.

No Sweet Things

Everyone is thinking about tomorrow,
Everyone is talking of yesterday.
No one wants to live in this moment
No one dares breath too deep today

And I never really loved you,
Like I knew I should,
And you never really loved me,
Like I knew you could

There’s no sweet things
From bitter dreams,
No soft fall from
The truth
And it’s too late
To say how much I need you,
You’ve already gone to sleep.

Memories of half lived liars,
Postcards and inevitabilities,
And bones of angels and dreamers,
And you’re all that’s left of me.

And what will it take to end this dying,
And what will it take to set this free,
You’re the only chance to find one right thing,
That still alive inside of me.

Where is the way to
Start again,
Where is there peace enough to breathe,
Where is the way to
touch again,
and awaken from this sleep.