Blank Pages, 2010. Kool Kat Musik.
Let It All Out – There is something that I need to let you know that’s tripping up on the tip of my tongue. Because I just can’t find any of those words written in the songs I’ve never sung. But it’s in your mind, let it all out. A stolen verse, a clever line. A borrowed story, a silly rhyme. The darkest secret, the brightest lie. My head is filled up with so many things I’d like to say. I’ve got so many things that I should say. They’re stuck somewhere in the back of my mind. When everything gets bottled up inside even easy words are too hard to find. Have we left anything unsaid? Because I’ve pushed it back deep inside my head. I’d tell you now if I could spit it out. I can’t whisper in your ear or stand up and shout.
Help Me – Sometimes it’s bad, sometimes it’s worse. I’m not really sure which came first. Still something makes this all worthwhile: a clear blue sky or just your smile. So could you please help me? And I will try to help you. You know I never know just what to do for you. Evenings. I get a funny feeling now and then. Mornings. It’s like I’m starting all over again. But something gets me out of bed, like the warmth of the sun or things you said. It’s ok to tell me that you want to change your mind. Because everything will change around you if you give it time. You might look back and see that things aren’t quite what they seem. Because when you get what you want, it’s never what you thought it would be. Some things are always going to follow you. Some things you’ll never hold on to. But the more things change the more they stay the same. Like the way I feel when you say my name.
Lucky Guy – Maybe you should stop and look at what you’ve got, because it might be better than you thought.
I spent so much time watching things go down that I didn’t see it coming back around. I was walking down the wrong side of the fence. It must have been coincidence because when I stopped dreaming in the past tense, that’s when it started making sense. The longer I sit and wait, well something’s bound to come my way. It grabbed me and I don’t know why, I guess I’m just a lucky guy. Talk is only words and clichés aren’t true until you get what’s coming to you. I was short on ideas, I had my doubts, and somehow I started to figure it out. It hit me from my blind side. I guess I’m just a lucky guy.
Can You Feel – Summertime has passed away and a chill fell like falling leaves. I’d blow away but you’ve got me caught in the tangled web your winter weaves. Because you and I have walked this road before, that’s leading nowhere else but to a fall. Can’t you understand the way I feel? Can you feel at all? Can you feel? It’s midnight and I can’t sleep, because the space between us has grown. We’re a million miles apart, and together we are still alone.
This Way – Even though we didn’t make it, I think that’s o.k. Well, we tried and I’m sure we’re better off this way. Because when we met I was burning with desire. Then you threw me right into the fire. It’s a story that has too many times been told. There was more of us than any love could hold. I have to prove I could do it on my own, but you made me more than I was on my own. Well, things aren’t always what they seem to be. So, I thank you for those things you did to me. While I won’t put myself through this anymore, you made me stronger than I was before. I didn’t think I could do it ‘til I tried, but you showed me that I had nothing to hide. But love’s fragile like the thinnest sheet of glass. You never know how long it’s going to last. Though the pain is something I never asked you for, you’ve made me stronger than I was before.
Something More Than This – I need a change because it’s been too long. And I get up every day and something’s wrong. But I’ll tell you this, with absolute uncertainty. There’s not a place that I would rather be. There’s gotta be something more than this but I don’t know what it is. You need a change because you feel it too. Yeah, you deserve more for all that you’ve been through. But I’ll tell you this, which may or may not be true. There ain’t a thing that I would rather do.
I’ve Said All I Can Say – Inside my tired head all my thoughts are spinning around. They spawn and change a hundred times before I can write them down. Then I’ve found that I’ve said all I can say and crying won’t make things come my way. So I’ll just pine away for how it was yesterday. It’s easier to face than today. I wrote words on all my receipts and spread them out all over the floor. I tried to paste them into a song but I don’t know what they mean anymore. I tried to write about the future instead, but I’m afraid of what might lie ahead. Ideas were scribbled down as fast as they came, but every line I wrote read the same.
Love Song – I tried to write you a love song, that I could sing real slow. I tried to write why I love you, but you already know. I tried to write you a love song that I could sing real high. I tried to write why I love you, but you know why. I could sing I love you but that’s really not my style. I could say I’d miss you but I’d be back in a while. I could say I’m lonely then I’d turn and see you there. Well I can’t find a reason, but why should you care? I could say I need you but you’re already at my side. I could tell you secrets but there’s nothing left to hide. I could lie to you but you already know the truth. I’ll say I want you but you already know I do
You Don’t Know – I couldn’t find the words, but there’s something I should have said. They were hidden between the lines of a note I didn’t write that you wouldn’t have read. Because you don’t know what you do and what you put me through. For me and you there’s nowhere left to go. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, but there’s something I should have done. You almost drove me to it, but you stopped me from starting what you didn’t even know had begun. You have never asked me how I feel, and you’ve never let your feelings show. I guess you only think about yourself or you just don’t want to know.
Along for the Ride – I’ve got a story, but I’m not sure how it ends. I haven’t got the particulars arranged
It’s pretty much the same as yours or really anyone else’s. Only the details are changed. But I’ve got no regrets because they’re just a waste of time. You haven’t really failed if you’ve tried. I don’t know what lies ahead or where I’m going. I’m just glad you’re along for the ride. I thought I’d leave this town just the way I found it. I never thought I’d be hanging around it now. Because I had a plan to go somewhere your life won’t lead you, but I guess I never found out how. You can’t change the path you took to get you here. All you’ve got is the map that you’ve designed. You can hide between the pages of your past, but you won’t get ahead by looking behind.
Just the Same – Sitting here with you, trying to pass the time. Every word you say, stings like this cheap wine. Every time you stay, something else goes wrong. And I find myself with you, where I don’t belong. Because it seems that you and I are worlds apart, but we’re just the same. It’s a contest nobody wins, but we play the game. We agree to disagree, but we’re just the same. And I hope, that you know, that we both, are to blame. I look around your room, and wish I wasn’t there. I try to speak, while you pretend you care. We’ve shared some blood, but I won’t sweat the tears because I didn’t feel much worse, when I wasn’t here.
Who’s got the Time – The days are getting short underneath a fading sun. There’s so much I want to do, but too much to be done. The time that we had came as fast as it went. Yeah, when I finally relax it’s just an accident. There’s something that you said, I’d like to explore. I’d like to reminisce about things we did before. Who’s got the time anymore? The sky is getting soft, a chill is coming on. Hours blur together until another day is gone.
So drunk from drudgery, that’s spilling over from my cup. Sleepwalking each day waiting to wake up. I’d like to see the things we always ignore. I’d like to visit places that we’ve been to before. Who’s got the time anymore? And in this nighttime of our lives, we’ve got insomnia. Maybe I’m trying to forget, or it’s just amnesia. The best days will slip away, when you’re not keeping track. I’m not going to waste time that I’ll never get back.
All songs by Gregory C. Potter, Jr. Copyright 2010, ASCAP.