Blank Pages, 2007 – FDR Label
Easily Misled – Somehow she can make me feel like the sun shines just for me. Even though it isn’t real, I didn’t really want to see that she never thought of me much at all. No, I’m just another who could easily fall for every last line she ever said. Yeah, I was so easily misled. I don’t want to waste my time. If you’re ready, tell me when. She just can’t make up her mind, or else I’ve just been fooled again. I’ll never be the one you’re thinking of. But you’ll still pretend that you’re in love with every other guy who comes along.
My Old House – That house where we lived, all my friends were near. Sometimes I go back. Nobody knows me here. I guess I knew I’d be out on my own one day. When they get old, mom and dad will pack up and move away. Where will I go when I can’t go home? This is where I grew up and where I parked my first car. Where I took my first girlfriend, and where I played my guitar. But this old house has no more memories to give because now I’ve got a whole new life to live. In these walls, I could find who I am. I only wish I could do it all again.
Last Goodbye – Our time together is coming to an end. I doubt that I’ll ever see you again. We promised that we’d try and keep in touch, but I can’t be sure that I mean that much to you. So don’t pretend that this won’t be our last goodbye. This will be our last goodbye. Will you remember my face when you leave? How will I chart on your list of memories? We said we’d meet and do it all again, but I can’t be sure that you’d even call us friends.
Killing Conversation – Whatever you say, whatever you want to hear, every last word, goes right through my ears. I’m turning off again. Every single word you’ve ever said is clanging back and forth inside my head. Your penchant for constant narration is killing conversation. Whatever you want, whatever you want to do, whatever I heard, it’s not getting through. Every dialogue we’ve ever had repeats in my mind until I’m mad. Your dim ideas and inane observations are killing conversation. Every single story that you’ve told is filled up with more lies than it can hold. Your preaching and misguided recitations are killing conversation.
On My Street – I thought I was somebody. There’s someone trying to be, yeah there’s a hundred guys just like me. In my simple neighborhood things aren’t so bad, but not too good. We never made it very far. Twenty years on and here we are. There’s a man who once got on T.V. I thought I was a celebrity but there’s a hundred guys just like me. I know what I want to be so don’t you get in front of me. I’ve got to keep my route clear so I can get on out of here. The guys who never had a doubt were the ones who finally made it out. While the rest of us just had it so tough wondering if we were ever good enough.
Unfound – Her Mustang was an ’88 with “Zoso” on the license plate. She had other boyfriends, too. Me when there was nothing better to do. And she’d say, “don’t make a sound when I’m around. Don’t make a sound because we’re unfound.” We played records in her room by Led Zeppelin and the Who. She called me down to where she laid. I stood and smiled too afraid. I’m not a brother to you, but she’s like my sister too.
A Whole Lot Easier – I’m feeling like I know you do because no girl should suffer what I put you through. We could give it one more try, but it’d be a whole lot easier if we said goodbye. Did you ever ask her? Well, I bet she’d tell you why. But it’s been a whole lot easier just living a lie. I know this is going to make you cry, but it’d be a whole lot easier if we said goodbye. Did you ever ask her? Well, I bet she’d tell you so. But it’s been a whole lot easier to pretend like I don’t know. I’m feeling like I know you do, but neither one of us will admit it’s true.
That Train – There’s a railroad in my little town that splits my neighborhood in two. We used to wander down the tracks to see where they’d lead to. And late at night I’d hear that whistle coming down the line, but every time that train came and left me behind. Yeah, I missed that train. Some guys ran and hopped the cars when they heard that whistle blow. But I was scared to ride too far, or be lost when I let go. But life’s too short to hang around for every second time, because while you wait that train will go and leave you behind. If I could get on that train, it would take me away and when it rolls back again I won’t delay. I’m gonna get on that train and take it today because I’ve made up my mind. I’ve got to leave this life behind.
Wait for Me – I feel young but I’m too old to keep up with this. And here’s what you missed. Because I’ve failed a hundred times no matter how I tried. And life has passed me by. Now your car is pulling out of my drive with the thing that keeps me alive. And I can’t catch up, because it never stops. Well, I’m nowhere near. Don’t leave me here. It’s so good that it hurts so bad, feeling like this. And that’s what I miss. Because even if you might have tried to let your feelings show, I would never know. Because the world is spinning out of control, while I’m here standing all alone. Won’t you wait for me? And now time is marching on. And soon you’ll be gone.
We’ll Ride – It’s ten until two and there’s nothing to do. In the sky from my room, I see a plane fly across the moon. Nothing’s far and nothing’s near. There must be some place better than here. I step outside and put my car into gear. Do you want to drive? We’ll ride away. We feel like we need to get alone. We can’t stay here because your parents are home. Get your things and we’ll hit the road. I pull out of my neighborhood and disappear from view. We’ll drive until we find something, unless you’ve got something better to do. It’s so late that there’s no one around. I’m not sure what we’ve found except how they live in the next town.
Too Real – Remember back to when you were small and everything just seemed so far away. You never really worried much at all. You fixed whatever broke on some other day. But many better days have passed me by and some people along the way have left or died. But something happened while I was waiting and it left me contemplating when this got too real. You and I would sit and talk all night long and think about the places where we would roam. You dreamed about the day when you’d be gone, but I always knew I’d end up close to home. Now half my friends have gone and moved away. And they only come home on the holidays. Now I’ve seen a lot of things I can’t believe because I thought they’d happen to someone else, not me.
Before I Fade – Monday morning dropped me out of bed with a slap in the face. All day Tuesday, everything seemed just a little bit out of place. But tonight I need you. I need you around to pick me up when I’m feeling down. Because I can’t take it. But you can make it right before I fade from day to night. Wednesday evening I’m so tired and the week is only half-way through. I slept all day Thursday because I couldn’t think of anything better to do. Friday I was excited because the end of the week was slowly getting near. Saturday I woke up, I couldn’t get anything done without you here.
This is Where I’m From – I drive by fields of fireflies, but city lights blot the stars from the skies. A bit of beauty falls between the shopping malls, and it calls me. This is where I’m from, the place I call home. The fields of corn where I used to roam were raised and filled with luxury homes. We’re not in the city and not quite country. Yeah, that’s me. This is where I’m from, the place I belong. Before this place was even found you could disappear without a sound. But now they’re moving into town and there’s too many people around. I played in the trees behind the refineries. Yeah, that’s me.
All songs by Gregory C. Potter, Jr. Copyright 2007, ASCAP.