Lyrics

I don’t know who you are yet
I don’t know when we’ll meet
But I think the time is coming soon
And I just know it will be sweet
I know it will be
I know it’ll be…

Like a warm wind blowing
Like cool water flowing
That lifts me up, and carries me closer to you
The time I’ve been waiting
Has been sweet, anticipating you
My dream come true

I know it will be sweet, I know it’ll be…
When I find my dream come true

Every day I’ve lived without you
Has been one more day to dream about you
But I think the time is coming soon
And I just know it will be sweet
I know it will be
I know it’ll be…

Like a warm storm blowing
Like a cold river flowing
That lifts me up, and carries me closer to you
All my life I’ve been waiting
Never stopped anticipating
You, my dream come true

I know it will be sweet, I know it’ll be…
When I find my dream come true

I could walk into a tree
And not feel my bones break
I want to look at you all day to see
The moves you don’t know you make

You chase away skies of gray
You’re the break of sunrise on the day
I don’t ever want to take my eyes away

I could walk into the stormy sea
And not feel my blue body shake
I want to hold you close to me
Kiss your eyelids when you wake

You chase away skies of gray
You’re the break of sunrise on the day
I don’t ever want to take my eyes away

Your mind is playing tricks on me
And when I try to slow down
Then you just bring out the thirst in me
To drink you in till I drown
I’m on slippery ground

I could walk into a house on fire
And not feel my smoking skin bake
I pasted my foot down on the gas
And now I can’t seem to find the brake

Don’t want to take my eyes away
Don’t want to make up lies and say
That I don’t think about you every day

You chase away skies of gray
You’re the break of sunrise on the day
I don’t ever want to take my eyes away

Sometimes I don’t know where you end and I begin
But I know that the good-looking part is you
And somehow it seems like we’ve always been friends
In my heart I guess I always knew
I want to be by your side
Will you be my beautiful bride

We fit together like a lock and a key
I think so highly of you, were we meant to be?
Will you marry me?

Sometimes love is a wildfire on a windy day
Sometimes it’s a cozy blaze
That will never burn away
All of our days

Someday when the kids have grown and our hair’s gone to gray
And for you, I hope I don’t have a gnarly combover
And I’ll look back at how the years have flown by, and I’ll say,
If I had to do it all over
I wouldn’t change a thing since the day I bent down on one knee
And asked you, my love, to marry me

And I’ll say, remember how…
Sometimes we were a wildfire on a windy day
Sometimes we were a cozy blaze
And look how it’s never burned away
All of our days

Now you get the last word
While I get on my knee
Do you believe we’ll be happy?
I do.  Do you? I do.  Will you marry me?

You’re getting married, my friends
New beginnings and new ends
You’re gonna carry each other along
Past the roads that are dusty and the turns that are wrong

So hang on tight
You’re doing everything right
I hope your days are sunny
And you keep each other warm at night

You started out being just friends
That’s well and good, but not how this ends
Then there was love, was it out of the blue?
Did your hearts skip the first time you said I love you?

So whip your hair in the air
And walk on down the aisle
Keep the flame of passion
Brightly lit on your smile

Now you’re close as two can be
Best friends, lovers, now family
Keep the love fresh and out of the blue
May your heart skip whenever you say I love you

It’s getting on well past midnight
Looking up at the sky
Underneath the star trails and traces of fire
Everything’s all right
Everything’s all right, all right

Leaves are calling out your name
Caught by the wind’s harmony
Seems like it’s all rushing by like a river in its prime
But it’s just a flickering eyelash in time
And it’s all right
And it’s all right

It’s like you’re riding in the eye of a hurricane
Surrounded by motion and light
But you’re standing still
And you don’t feel the chill
Because you know that it’s all right
You know it’s all right
You know

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Hey neighbor, you don’t seem like you’re a bad kind of guy
So when I say I wish you were dead and gone, don’t be surprised, and I’ll tell you why
It’s not like you’re a crack house shooting guns off in the night
Or a cathouse or a frat house, but still, something’s not quite right

Why don’t you clean your yard
Come on, it can’t be that hard
Even if it’s just that little part that I can see
Come on, neighbor, do this thing for me

I’m not looking for perfection
But man your garbage needs attention
And that stinking tire collection
Smells like a bad rubber infection

Why don’t you just clean your yard
Come on, you lazy chunk of lard
Even if it’s just that little part that I can see
Come on, neighbor, do this thing for me

The sun sparkles so pretty off those shards of broken glass
Your shopping cart collection gives the neighborhood your special touch of class
My yard’s not perfect, I don’t worship my grass
But you, you let yours grow till it’s high as Michael Jordan’s…  ask me…

Why don’t you clean your yard
Come on, it can’t be that hard
Even if it’s just that little part that I can see
Come on, neighbor, do this thing for me

Hey neighbor, you don’t ever seem to be in short supply
Of the crap that blows over from your pathetic pigsty
It’s not like you’re a killer doing funny things to sheep
But all I ask from you neighbor, is a little basic upkeep.

Why don’t you clean your yard
Come on, you human discard
Even just that little part I can see
Come on, neighbor, do this thing for me

It’s after dark
It’s getting cool on the boulevard
As I’m walking past the street people to the bar
Throw back some cold ones to get away from it all
Get away from it all for just a little while
A little bit of that social exile.

It’s after dark
It’s getting cold on the boulevard
As I’m walking past the street people to my car
And there she is rolled up on the bench
With a newspaper coat and a crystal meth smile
But Mama always walked the hardest mile

Your head’s turned to the side
You always had your pride
Is there something that you want to hide
Or are you just getting away from it all for just a little while
You got a bottle for a pillow, a bit of that social exile

It’s after dark
It’s starting to rain down on the boulevard
As I’m driving around sipping from a jar
The streetlights are shooting stars
I wish on them, don’t open Mama’s scars
If she wants to get away, let her get away from it all for just a little while

I ought to turn around
I ought to know what’s right
Maybe try to cover her up since it’s her birthday night
If she doesn’t won’t know where it came from, she won’t care
It’s being seen by her boy, that’s what Mama can’t bare

If she wants to get away, let her get away from it all
If she wants to get away, let her get away from it all
If she wants to get away, let her get away from it all for just a little while

The thing about you
You got the faith
That everything happens for a reason
Doesn’t work for me, never did
I don’t got the faith
But it works for you, doesn’t it

And that’s good enough reason for me
You got to have a point of view
If you say, there’s such a thing as miracles
Then I say, the miracle is you

I don’t think there’s a reason I met you
It was just the right place and time
Even when I’m not sure I belong
I’m still glad you happened along

If there’s really such a thing as fate
And we’re just players in a grand design
Chasing our destiny
Either way, the sun’s gonna shine
No use racing for what’s meant to be

And that’s good enough reason for me
As long as our time’s not yet through
If there’s really such a thing as miracles
Then the miracle is you

I don’t buy your weird way of thinking
Not any more than you buy into mine
And I don’t buy into taking things wrong
See, I’m just glad you happened along

The thing about you
You got the faith
That everything happens for a reason
Doesn’t work for me, never did
I don’t got the faith
But it never bothers you a bit

And that’s good enough reason for me
To thine own self be true
If there’s really such a thing as miracles
Then the miracle is you

You might just have a fine day today, Katherine
All sorts of things might just go right
And when your fine day has faded away
You might just have an even finer night.
Greet your dreams with an easy smile
When you turn out the light
Till tomorrow and another fine day, goodnight

Doesn’t matter if the sky is wet and gray or burns a brilliant blue
The trick is to appreciate, no matter what the view
But if you should ever feel despair, I hope you know that I still care for you
And wish that you…
Greet your dreams with an easy smile when you turn out the light
Till tomorrow and another fine day, goodnight

Ever since I got my first guitar when I was seventeen
I knew I wouldn’t play it much if I tried to keep it clean
So I shoved that guitar case where the sun don’t shine
Under the bed …

See, if I keep it in its case it might as well be in outer space        (CHORUS)
It’s my car guitar and it’s by my side and I play it all the time
It’s not meant to be looked at, sucker was built to be played
I don’t care it cost a million bucks, it ain’t some damn Monet
I’m really gonna use it, not be shy I might bruise it
It’s my car guitar and it’s by my side and I play it all the time

I got a cheap guitar so I can have one with me in the car
And at the beach where there’s the sun and salt and sand and sticky tar
I strap it to my back so I can play it any time
I need to get out of my head some incessant damn rhyme
It’s got grit  in the gears and strings brown as dirt
The body’s beat to shit and I hope that rust there doesn’t hurt
It’s seen a lot of bend, fold, and mutilate
But it’s always by my side and that’s what makes it really great
It’s my car guitar and sometimes I play while I steer with my knee
Sometimes I strap it on my bike, and the wind blows a melody
I know the way I treat it, someday it’s gonna get wrecked,
But better fuck it up from too much use than from useless neglect

I got a brand new classical without a pick guard
I guess you’re not supposed to play a pretty thing like that too hard
At first I treated her like precious glass
But then I figured, life’s too short, and being careful’s a bite in the ass
I used to play with my pinky finger anchored like so
Problem was I played that nice guitar with such gusto
As the years went by my pinky finally rubbed right through the wood
Bloody splinters under my nails, I said, “That can’t be good!”
I went to the doctor, and there in the box of toys
Was this big rubber frog meant for the girls and boys
Hope I don’t burn in hell for that frog I stole
But his butt fit so perfect in that guitar’s bloody hole

I got a brand new Taylor, fancy inlay on the face
Pristine cherry mint condition, not a fret hair out of place
Plays so sweet my baby gives me cavities
I keep it by my side where I can play it when I please
Before my fancy Taylor’s first birthday
I played on stage outside the Blue Skye Café
Should’ve seen it in the cards when that umbrella sailed away
Clear over the roof into the streets of Morro Bay
Well I finished up my set and put my Taylor on the stand
Next to my favorite gut string, at least that’s what I planned
Cuz when I turned around to thank the crowd for sticking around
I heard the sound of guitars blowing down to the ground
And I said, “Hey!” when I saw my Taylor scraping on the street
And I said “No way!” when I felt the crack on the neck, right here from the concrete
And I said, “Don’t care what you look like, as long as you’ll still play
Cuz if not, I’ll be playing it in the key…  of Folk in A

(CHORUS) See if I keep it in it’s case…

You might just have a fine day today, Katherine
All sorts of things might just go right
And when your fine day has faded away
You might just have an even finer night.
Greet your dreams with an easy smile
When you turn out the light
Till tomorrow and another fine day, goodnight

Doesn’t matter if the sky is wet and gray or burns a brilliant blue
The trick is to appreciate, no matter what the view
But if you should ever feel despair, I hope you know that I still care for you
And wish that you…
Greet your dreams with an easy smile when you turn out the light
Till tomorrow and another fine day, goodnight

So your mom spilled the beans I was writing you a lullaby
And before you’d ever heard it you wrote me this kind reply
From a ten year-old’s crystal point of view
And with this perfect verse you made your very own wish come true
Cuz what you said…

Dear Bruce, thank you so much for writing me a song
You don’t know how much I appreciate it
And I know this sounds like a lot of trouble
But could you possibly either write my mom a song
Or split my song with her
I’d really appreciate it
And I know that she would love it
I think it would remind her that she is loved
Your Friend, Katherine

You might just have a fine day today, Katherine and your Mom
All sorts of things might just go right
And when your fine day has faded away
You might just have an even finer night
Greet your dreams with an easy smile
When you turn out the light
Till tomorrow and another fine day, goodnight

I remember when I was a little boy
In the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes
Not an easy place, snow whips in your face
When the cold winter wind awakes.
I remember when the leaves would turn
From colors so bright, to earthy and dry
Piles so high, getting ready for to burn
And diving in making those old leaves fly.

From the coast of California on the way to Canada
From the blazing New York skyline to the swamps of Florida
Home is where I am and the company I keep
And home is this sweet paradise where I lay my head to sleep
But I remember thunderstorms that would light up a Minnesota sky
And I remember the Northern Lights
Shining colors across my eyes.

I remember when I turned away from
The Land of Ten Thousand Lakes
To this warm pretty place, with its laid-back pace
Now it’s just fire and flood and earthquakes.
Tires spinning on Rocky Mountain ice
In an all-wheel drive SUV
Guitars crammed to the walls
Eating Wonder Bread balls
And my dog stepping right in my coffee.

From the coast of California on the way to Canada
From the blazing New York skyline to the swamps of Florida
Home is where I come from and the memories that cut deep
And home is the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes
Where the living it don’t come cheap
I remember thunderstorms that would light up a Minnesota sky
And I remember my home, as if I’d never said goodbye.

I remember when I was a little boy
In the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes.

the water is wide
i can’t cross o’er
and neither have
i wings to fly
give me a boat
that can carry two
and we both shall row
my love and i

oh love is gentle
and love is kind
the sweetest flower
when first it’s new
but love grows old
and waxes cold
and fades away
like the morning dew

there is a ship
that sailed the sea
she’s laden deep
as deep can be
but not as deep
as the love i’m in
and i know not
if i sink or swim

the water is wide
i can’t cross o’er
and neither have
i wings to fly
give me a boat
that can carry two
and we both shall row
my love and i
and we both shall row
my love and i

My rabbi done told me
a long time ago
Said, When you turn thirteen, you’re gonna put on a show
Said, Now you’re a man, I’m gonna give you the news
I got a Haftorah tune that Bubbie, you can’t refuse
After thirteen years you’ve pretty much prayed your dues.
All you got to do now is sing the Bar Mitzvah Blues.

Become a man
now what does that mean, come on Cantor,
can’t you see that I’m just barely a teen
It’s not like I’m five, but I can’t vote, I can’t drive
I can be a part of your minion
But will you listen to my opinion
I’m just a thirteen-year old, with thirteen year-old views
Shvitzing up here on the bima singing the bar mitvah blues

They got me reading
From right to left
and singing about sin
in the Jewish Treble Clef
The gelt is coming in, just begging to be spent
Blow it now or go to med school – oy, I feel so ferlempt
Just one of those things you go through, when you’re gonna be a jew
My baby didn’t leave me, but I got those bar mitzvah blues

My rabbi done told me
a long time ago
Said, When you turn thirteen, you’re gonna put on a show
Said, Now you’re a man, I’m gonna give you the news
I got a Haftorah tune that Bubbie, you can’t refuse
After thirteen years you’ve pretty much prayed your dues.
All you got to do now is sing the Bar Mitzvah Blues.

There goes the sun behind the hill
Coloring the clouds above and still
Dark is coming
Feel it in the chill

The clouds are burning up
Red on blue
Soon you’ll lay your head down
And sleep will come to you

May you rest, May you be warm and dry
May your worries never make you cry
May you dream of climbing mountains
Into the clear blue sky

And when you open your eyes
The sun’ll be there to greet you
And my love, so will I
And when you open your eyes
The sun’ll be there to greet you
And my love, so will I

May you wake up easy, May you wake up pure
May you breathe a new day safe and secure
And know that someone cares for you tonight

And when you close your eyes again
When the sun goes behind the hill
Coloring the clouds above
When everything goes still

May you rest, May you be warm and dry
May your worries never make you cry
May you dream of climbing mountains
Into the clear blue sky

And when you open your eyes
The sun’ll be there to greet you
And my love, so will I
And when you open your eyes
The sun’ll be there to greet you
And my love, so will I

I remember when I was a little boy
In the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes
Not an easy place, snow whips in your face
When the cold winter wind awakes.
I remember when the leaves would turn
From colors so bright, to earthy and dry
Piles so high, getting ready for to burn
And diving in making those old leaves fly.

From the coast of California on the way to Canada
From the blazing New York skyline to the swamps of Florida
Home is where I am and the company I keep
And home is this sweet paradise where I lay my head to sleep
But I remember thunderstorms that would light up a Minnesota sky
And I remember the Northern Lights
Shining colors across my eyes.

I remember when I turned away from
The Land of Ten Thousand Lakes
To this warm pretty place, with its laid-back pace
Now it’s just fire and flood and earthquakes.
Tires spinning on Rocky Mountain ice
In an all-wheel drive SUV
Guitars crammed to the walls
Eating Wonder Bread balls
And my dog stepping right in my coffee.

From the coast of California on the way to Canada
From the blazing New York skyline to the swamps of Florida
Home is where I come from and the memories that cut deep
And home is the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes
Where the living it don’t come cheap
I remember thunderstorms that would light up a Minnesota sky
And I remember my home, as if I’d never said goodbye.

I remember when I was a little boy
In the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes.

the water is wide
i can’t cross o’er
and neither have
i wings to fly
give me a boat
that can carry two
and we both shall row
my love and i

oh love is gentle
and love is kind
the sweetest flower
when first it’s new
but love grows old
and waxes cold
and fades away
like the morning dew

there is a ship
that sailed the sea
she’s laden deep
as deep can be
but not as deep
as the love i’m in
and i know not
if i sink or swim

the water is wide
i can’t cross o’er
and neither have
i wings to fly
give me a boat
that can carry two
and we both shall row
my love and i
and we both shall row
my love and i

My rabbi done told me
a long time ago
Said, When you turn thirteen, you’re gonna put on a show
Said, Now you’re a man, I’m gonna give you the news
I got a Haftorah tune that Bubbie, you can’t refuse
After thirteen years you’ve pretty much prayed your dues.
All you got to do now is sing the Bar Mitzvah Blues.

Become a man
now what does that mean, come on Cantor,
can’t you see that I’m just barely a teen
It’s not like I’m five, but I can’t vote, I can’t drive
I can be a part of your minion
But will you listen to my opinion
I’m just a thirteen-year old, with thirteen year-old views
Shvitzing up here on the bima singing the bar mitvah blues

They got me reading
From right to left
and singing about sin
in the Jewish Treble Clef
The gelt is coming in, just begging to be spent
Blow it now or go to med school – oy, I feel so ferlempt
Just one of those things you go through, when you’re gonna be a jew
My baby didn’t leave me, but I got those bar mitzvah blues

My rabbi done told me
a long time ago
Said, When you turn thirteen, you’re gonna put on a show
Said, Now you’re a man, I’m gonna give you the news
I got a Haftorah tune that Bubbie, you can’t refuse
After thirteen years you’ve pretty much prayed your dues.
All you got to do now is sing the Bar Mitzvah Blues.