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Into this room it's been some years.
Wonder what's changed. The only this to say is nothing.
Bartender please I'll buy a round.
Look at you now you must be up to something.
So you raise a glass up to the sky. You're right here. A nice surprise.
It's shocking.
And a toast to you. A toast to him. It makes me shrink to think he calls you something.
Have I learned enough not to say a word?
Am I loud enough not to be heard?
Into the night just catching up. Feeling kinda strange.
Feeling like you might just crumble.
You're looking better than memories.
And I'm walking a line just a little too close to trouble.
Have I learned enough not to say a word?
Am I loud enough not to be heard?
Say to me that we'll be friends again.
And say to me that we'll be friends again.
Have I learned enough not to say a word?
Am I loud enough not to be heard?
Say to me that we'll be friends again.
And say to me that we'll be friends again.
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Have I learned enough not to say a word?
Am I loud enough not to be heard?
Say to me that we'll be friends again.
Say to me that we'll be friends again.
Say to me that we'll be friends again.
And say to me that we'll be friends again.
Say to me that we'll be friends again.
Oh no. Oh no.
Say to me that we'll be all right.
Say to me that we'll be friends.
Say to me that we'll be friends.
Say.
Say.
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The elephant has gone. But Allison's still in the room.
You'd think she would've forgotten what's so fun?
Her mother called. But Allison's not in the mood.
You think she would have lost it long ago.
She's a strange one. Lives too close to the sun,.
And she always takes the stairs.
She's a live wire. Burning hot for much too long.
The elevator just isn't there.
It's going up up up up up up.
She's on the stairs.
Giraffee (we're all) is strong (wrong), sticks it's (our) head in everything.
Puts it's (our) neck out. Crossing all the lines.
But Allison is on. She's always up for anything.
Leave a note. She'll get back to you sometime.
She's a strange one. Lives too close to the sun,.
And she always takes the stairs.
She's a live wire. Burning hot for much too long.
The elevator just isn't there.
It's going up up up up up up.
She's on the stairs.
Pigs think they're pure. They squeak and gawk, roll in manure.
Only care about their next meal.
Allison is sure. She jumps and howls and begs for more.
Everyone is asking, "Is she for real?"
She's a strange one. Lives too close to the sun,.
And she always takes the stairs.
She's a live wire. Burning hot for much too long.
The elevator just isn't there.
She's a strange one. Lives too close to the sun,.
And she always takes the stairs.
She's a live wire. Burning hot for much too long.
The elevator just isn't there.
It's going up up up up up up up up up up up up up
She's on the stairs.
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Pulling rabbits out of hats again. It's all in the wrists.
Walk away. Time to turn around. How quickly I forget.
Abracadabra. And I disappear away.
Magic wands she's been swinging round is messing with my head.
Guinea pig that she practiced on up and flew away.
Abracadabra. And I disappear away.
When she counts to three backwards.
I can hear four words: stay now or go.
Her eyes flicker and burn when she says my name.
I can hear four words. I can see forwards.
Deep breath and then drink it up. You'll barely feel a thing.
I'm reflecting on an empty cup. Soon I'll grow wings.
Abracadabra. And I disappear away.
When she counts to three backwards.
I can hear four words: stay now or go.
Her eyes flicker and burn when she says my name.
I can hear four words. I can see forwards.
Casting spells and verse from books that she borrowed.
Cannot be reversed and I can not follow.
And she counts to three backwards.
I can hear four words: stay now or go.
Her eyes flicker and burn when she says my name.
I can see four words. I can see forwards.
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When she gets home there's no escape. It's a fun time.
Left alone for just three days. That's enough time.
The gypsy life is hard to take. She craves the motion.
And on the phone my back she breaks. I sense commotion.
On her mind I try to be.
All along it's plain to see.
She's alone again and thinking about breaking it down.
It gets too big to keep inside. The lines are moving.
Hotels rooms. Home in the sky. She is losing.
Patience and clear sight of me. All along it's plain to see.
She's alone again and thinking about breaking it down.
She's alone again and thinking about breaking it down.
When she gets home there's no mistake. It's a fun time.
Hotel rooms are no escape. That's enough time.
On her mind I try to stay. All the while, she losing me.
She's alone again and thinking about breaking it down.
And she's alone again... thinking about breaking it down.
She's alone again and thinking about breaking it down.
She's alone again and thinking about breaking it down.
Down. Down. Down.
And she's alone.
And she's alone.
Alone.
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Can you pick this up just a little bit faster honey?
I don't have all the time in the world.
That's a real nice purse but you ain't got no money.
I don't have every dime in the world.
And what I'd like to do with you. You haven't got a clue.
So I'll just fly off.
I think I'll take myself a nice life's vacation. Maybe Glen Burnie of Paris, France?
Then again you know about my past hesitations.
Should Nashville get another chance?
And what I'd like to do with you.
She says I want you only. I say you're crazy lonely,.
When you think I've got some kind of plan.
You'll see I make no sense now. And I've got no idea how
I could every make you understand.
How to fly off by the seat of your pants.
Can you make this fire just a little bit hotter honey?
You bring the match. I'll bring the wood.
Can you make me laugh? Just tell me something funny.
You say I can't. I think you should.
What I'd like to do with you.
She says I want you only. I say you're crazy lonely,.
When you think I've got some kind of plan. And...
You'll see I make no sense now. I've got no idea how
I could every make you understand.
How to fly off by the seat of your pants.
Go on. Fly off.
What I'd like to do with you.
What I'd like to do with you.
What I'd like to do with you... you haven't got a clue.
so I'll just fly off.
I'll just fly off.
I'll just fly off.
I'll just fly off.
Yeah. Fly off.
Yeah. I'm gonna fly off.
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Here you come I hear your car around the corner.
Down the street a whistle screeching from the hood.
Fever run so dig it up beneath the bushes.
Beer is done. Warm and flat and burning good.
Now the cars are laying wheels at 7-11.
Rednecks run lonely down the boulevard.
Find a nerve and press it down until it severs.
Now the cops are asking, "Who trashed the yard?"
Set them free. White hot 'vettes and yellow Mavericks run the streets.
Let them be. Bright red Sentras and rusted Volvos running out of gasoline.
Neon tail light flashing in the driveway.
It's Friday night and no place at all to go.
From the river soaking wet across the highway.
She said she'd meet us here. She told me so.
Set them free. White hot 'vettes and yellow Mavericks run the streets.
Let them be. Bright red Sentras and rusted Volvos running out of gasoline.
Just weekend high school getaway.
Just a memory of a moment half a life away.
It's just a weekend. Just a weekend.
Here we come so parents put away your daughters.
Because the Romeo's of the roadway are on the run.
Wait right here, cause tonight is all that matters.
Juliet's with her friends trying to track us down.
Lost and found.
Set them free. White hot 'vettes and yellow Mavericks run the streets.
Let them be. Bright red Sentras and rusted Volvos running out of gasoline.
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It's simple as the great unknown.
It's lightening from a burning sun.
When we're lost between the stepping stones.
Overgrown. All alone.
It's a cross that you've got to bear.
It's that dream in your unaware.
When you're at school and the people stare.
Don't be scared.
I know too much about truth or dare.
I hear things that I shouldn't I swear.
She knows sometimes I see things not there.
Daydreams and old nightmares.
It's easy as laying low.
Its shameless like a ringing phone.
When you know you shouldn't say hello... but you do.
Stuck too long in an wandering stare.
It's your habit to compare.
You stack the odds when there is no one there.
Don't stare.
I know too much about truth or dare.
I hear things that I shouldn't I swear.
She knows sometimes I see things not there.
Daydreams and old nightmares.
In my one-track kind of mind.
Brain derails in a nick-of-time.
Last stop before the end of the line.
Pin drops sounds fine.
I know too much about truth or dare.
I hear things that I shouldn't I swear.
She knows sometimes I see things not there.
Daydreams and old nightmares.
I know too much about truth or dare.
I hear things that I shouldn't I swear.
She knows sometimes I see things not there.
Daydreams and old nightmares.
I'm having old nightmares.
I'm having old nightmares.
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We call home anywhere that we run.,
We lasted an hour too long.
So take this empty hallway far away.
She's wasted and looking for more.
And I'm tracing my steps to her door.
Drop this cluttered fault line deep into the sea.
Alive by the door.
She chasing the sunlight across the room.
Searching shadows for more.
For someone or something to call her own.
A dull moan. She's passed out on the floor.
There's tread marks all over her heart.
Take this tempting freeway far away.
Alive by the door.
She chasing the sunlight across the room.
Searching shadows for more.
For someone or something to call her own.
It's always strawberries. Strawberries and Lemons I fear.
Not again. Nothing ever changes. Nothing ever changes around here.
It's always strawberries. Strawberries and Lemons I fear.
Goodbye moon. I can't take it no more.
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Theres something in the way he just released her hand.
There is something in the way. She can't move it.
But no mater if she can.
Cause there's a place where she goes where she's never alone.
When the pressure starts to drop, there's a place where she stops.
There is comfort in the rain. Shelter in the places
And the words she can't explain.
Everything has phases.
When she's scared. She'll be there.
Standing in the rain.
When the wind begins to blow. When her shadow doesn't show.
And there's only cold feet left to stand on.
And her mind is in a mess.
And there is nothing to confess.
And there is only one thing she depends on.
Cause there's a place where she goes where she's never alone.
When the pressure starts to drop, there's a place where she stops.
There is comfort in the rain. Shelter in the places
And the words she can't explain.
Everything has phases.
When she's scared. She'll be there.
Standing in the rain.
Standing in the rain.
Standing in the rain.
Standing in the rain.
She goes crazy thinking about it.
She can lie in the pools and swim around it.
But a wet head thinks better things.
In the drips that the clouds will bring.
From the depths of despair she will sing.
There is comfort in the rain. Shelter in the places
And the words she can't explain.
Everything has phases.
When she's scared. She'll be there.
Standing in the rain.
Standing in the rain.
Standing in the rain.
Standing in the rain.
Standing in the rain.
Standing in the rain.
Standing in the rain.
Standing. Soaking wet from waiting for you.
Standing. Soaking through from thinking about you.
Standing. The only thing that's falling is the rain.
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Sunday morning. I've got a headache.
This easy living is giving me heartaches.
I've got a hot cup below, filled with cold coffee.
My plate is full. But I'm feeling lonely.
Sheets on the floor. Pillows surround me.
I've got this beautiful girl. She don't even know me.
Another day. After a long evening.
Another love I can't believe in.
How can it be? She don't even know me... yeah...
Bed is big. But I'm feeling empty.
She is sleeping right next to me.
She sighs my name, but they all sound the same.
Her hair is resting on my arm. Senses impaired.
She'll see through all my charms.
It's a breathless moment, when she opens her eyes.
Another day. After a long evening.
Another love I can't believe in.
How can it be? She don't even know me.
I wish to tell her all the things...
And buy her golden rings just to see
If she will love me?
Another day. After a long evening.
Another love I can't believe in.
How can it be? She don't even know me...
I wish to tell her all the things...
And buy her golden rings just to see
If she will love me?
Sunday morning. I've got a heartache.
This easy living is not so great.
I just want to be there when she opens her eyes.
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Fall out of my clothes. I can't help but lose.
Myself into tomorrow. I'd rather sleep than wallow.
Trip over my shoes. Counting sheep won't do.
I'd better start to doze off. Before my sleep is a loss.
It's a quarter to three of four.
There's sleepwalkers sleep knocking at my door.
Who's that under there? I'm starting to get scared.
I think I'd better calm down. Pretending now to hear sounds.
There's dripping from the sink. Drip Drip Drip.
The tree outside that creaks.
Leaves me feeling sorry that you're not here beside me.
It's a quarter to three of four.
There's sleepwalkers sleep knocking at my door.
The come around in the night time.
They hunt me down in the moon light.
Make the darkness frightening.
Now this whole place is haunted and I can't sleep anymore.
So back into my shoes. Another night is gone for good.
Maybe this evening my ghosts will soon be leaving?
It's a quarter to three of four.
There's sleepwalkers sleep knocking at my door.
Sleepwalkers. Sleepwalkers.
And I can't sleep anymore.
I can't sleep. Can't sleep. Anymore.
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She wants to know why he never called her again. I don't have an answer that she'd like so I'll just pretend. And if he's ever gonna change his ways, she'd be the first to know. He's the one she forgot to let go. With every morning she reads her papers well. And checks the engagements just to see if he finally fell. And if he's ever gonna change his mind, now'd be the time to know. He's the one she forgot to let go. And if the voices ever leave, long enough for him to see. The circle that he's spun himself around. Will he remember and believe? Or spin on in 360 degrees? Until then I tell her he's just lost and she's just down. He's just lost. She's just down. And if the voices ever leave, long enough for him to see. The circle that he's spun himself around. Will he remember and believe? Or spin on in 360 degrees? Until then I tell her he's just lost and she's just down. Oh he spins around and round and round and round.
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You're waiting by the telephone... is the only one sure way to go.
Holding steel under a thunderstorm.
Hoping to catch a spark. Catch you something warm tonight.
You can pray you'll never be alone. But you get less than that from every single man you know.
Your voodoo dolls and good luck charms
Can't protect you from the feel of closing arms around you.
You. You wanting something wild.
Wanting something ordinary now.
And so crazy that it leaves you wondering why
You're feeling so tired? Feeling so extraordinary now.
And so crazy that it leaves you uninspired.
You. Waiting by the stereo.
For a song to come and tell you something you don't know.
Hit the button fast-forward.
Cause you want to know what happens before you know the words.
You. You wanting something wild.
Wanting something ordinary now.
And so crazy that it leaves you wondering why
You're feeling so tired? Feeling so extraordinary now.
And so crazy that it leaves you uninspired.
So you're out for something more.
You're looking for the door.
To some enchanting kingdom.
But all.., all that you can find... In the empty of your mind.
Some lonesome space left over for your wishful thinking and...
You. You wanting something wild.
Wanting something ordinary now.
And so crazy that it leaves you wondering why
You're feeling so tired? Feeling so extraordinary now.
And so crazy that it leaves you uninspired.
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released November 11, 2004
All Songs written by Dan Haas & Ben's Bones
Ortseam Music Copyright 2004
All Songs Record, Produced, Engineered, & Mixed by Frank Marchand at Waterford Digital
Mastered by Charlie Pilzer at Airshow Mastering.
Dan Haas: Acoustic Guitars & Vocals
Josh Chapman: Bass Guitar
Jamie Watkins: Drums & Percussion
Tevis Marshall: Keyboards, Pianos, & Organ
Bryan Ewald: Electric Guitars
Shauna Bolton: Harmony & Background Vocals
Elisa Infante: Harmony & Background Vocals
Warren Boes: Acoustic Guitar solo on "Fly Off"
Chris Rose: Percussion
Tim Phillips: Programming on "Fly Off"
