SECRET SESSIONS - WASTED

Took a bus

So far away,

Trying to find a place to call my baby home

Trying to find the words for nothing here to say

Except for a heart laid on the ground when it gets cold

 

And you’re wasted

Too many lines on your pages

Too many eyes and you’re faking

You’re tumbling down

 

You’re only

Fading so slight and so slowly

But hold on too tight you get lonely

From holding it all

 

Well holding on so dearly

Baby clearly I’ve got love enough for you

And it might not be a lot but all I want is just the best we both can do

I’ve got love enough to go around

And I would never try and let you down

 

When you’re wasted

Too many lines on your pages

Too many eyes and you’re faking

You’re tumbling down

You’re only

Fading so slight and so slowly

Hold on too tight you’ll get lonely

From holding it all

 

But old shoes new mirror

Same soul new eyes

Old shoes, new mirror

You seek, but you hide

Disguised

 

Take the leaves, the broken branches all in vain

When you still feel the same

We all still feel the same

 

Won’t step outside your room if you might fall

But there’s nothing there

There’s nothing there at all

You’re just wasted

Too many lines on your pages

Too many eyes and you’re faking

Tumbling down

You’re only fading so slight and so slowly

But hold on too tight you’ll get lonely

From holding it all

 

Took a bus

So far away

Just trying to find a way to call my baby home.

 

 

SECRET SESSIONS – HANDS ON FIRE

I hold my head as you light a burning fire

Yeah I hold my head up, light a burning fire

 Got my feet wrapped up in wire

Got my feel all wrapped in wire

yeah yeah yeah

 

Now give my heart back I don’t lay with liars

Oh now honey yeah, give my heart up I don’t lay with liars

You put your own hands in the fire

Put your own hands in the fire

Yeah yeah yeah

 

But start takin’ me for what I am and I won’t change my face again no no

Start taking me for what I am and I won’t change my face again no no

 

Well a high can’t cure a high just take it higher

Just like I can’t cure your high just take you higher

And you can’t be my one admired

So you can’t be my one desired

No no no

 

Now just one minute but you can’t have my time

Oh now honey, just one minute, you can’t have my time

Cause these sheets might make you blind

 And these sheets have made you blind

Yeah yeah yeah

 

But start takin’ me for what I am and I won’t change my face again no no

Start taking me for what I am and I won’t change my face again no no

 

I can’t write you one more song you made me tired

No I can’t write you one more song you made me tired

But I put my own hands in the fire

Put my own hands in the fire

And I put my hands back in the fire

To burn my self up in this fire

 

So I hold my head as you light a burning fire

Oh I hold my head up, light a burning fire

You got my feet all wrapped in wire

You got my feet wrapped up in wire

Got my feet all wrapped in wire

Yeah yeah yeah

 

 

 

 

SECRET SESSIONS - 47

I’m driving down the highway

47 is on my right

And I might just keep driving solo

Till the stars become the thing that streak the night

Instead of city lights of red and white

 

I’m headed for tomorrow with my dreams of yesterday

And I’d keep driving, turning, changing

To escape a sudden fade

Away

 

But if dialing up a calling

Means getting done with stalling

I guess that I’ll just have to run and see

If I run will I grow tired of chasing me

Someday soon I might just smile and up and leave

 

My fingers flip the pages

Skip the months, the days, the weeks

When I just couldn’t see what was coming

Now honey, I can hardly speak

 

But flipping over memories doesn’t mean that they’re no there

Just like taking that old exit

wouldn’t really mean I care

 

So if dialing up a calling

Means getting done with stalling

I guess that I’ll just have to run and see

If I run will I grow tired of chasing me

Someday soon I might just smile and up and leave

Someday soon I’m gonna smile and up and leave

Up and leave

Up and leave

 

So I’m driving down the 210

47 is on my right

And I could just get off right here

Or keep on carving all my dreams into the night

 

And the 210 is chasing me

The 210 is chasing me

Now I’m the only one who can see

But I’m smiling

I’m just smiling

I’m smiling

This is how I up and leave