All lyrics written by Brian Marquis

‘84 Rookie Card

Didn’t care for Jesus Christ
God or heaven above
He believed in something deeper
He believed in one love
His heart and mind
Strong and sharp
Stop on a dime
He belongs down here with us

Sometimes life gets caught up in the spokes
Like a 1984 rookie card

You could spend your whole life
Waiting to decide
Which road is best to take
Which one is mine
Better to be black and blue
From living life through and through
The wheels keep spinning ‘round and ‘round

“When forever comes crashing” in
Wings unbound, you start falling
The ground rushes for your head
Before it’s all said and done
We’ll always be missing one
He left us with just one request
Home is where the heart is
Even when it’s underground

Body Work

We can have conversation
Or let our bodies do all the work
We can run as fast as the lightning
Or crawl as slow as the sun
Every word moves like quicksand
As my mouth searches for yours
Hesitate just to prolong this
Meeting of two hearts

I know
When you are gone you’re gone
And I know
When you are gone
A part of me is gone

Curves carved out of porcelain
Bridges cut from stone
In the dark where you found me
To the light that shines down below
We are two drained empty vessels
You’re the trigger and I am the gun
Morning waits just to prolong this
Beating of two hearts

I know
When you are gone you’re gone
And I know
When you are gone
A part of me is gone

Ratt Street

I’ve been kickin’ ‘round
Long enough to know
That I better get out now
I’ve been waitin’ ‘round
For my ship to come in
But it keeps running aground

This house, these steps,
This beat down street
Where all rats seem to lead
All that’s left is the Silhouette
Of nights I can’t retrace

Oh, bartender
Just pour me one more drink
And I’ll be fine
I won’t get out of line
Oh, Irene
I wonder how much pain
You hide behind your eyes
I hope it ain’t mine
 
When your white picket fence
Turns into a black tooth grin
You know it’s time pack it in
Before the wolves descend
 
Too many artists not enough art
Stop me before I start
Everyone’s got something to prove
And I ain’t got nothing left for you
Every single step I take
Is one more towards my escape
I won’t miss you
But I will miss all the hell we would raise


The Way You Walk Away

I don’t need the bottle
But the bottle needs me
I don’t want you
But I want you to want me

It’s just a contradiction
One which I’m obliged to say
That it’s all in the way you walk away

The glass is always half empty
If a glass is all that you see
If a rescue is what you’re after
Here’s a rope now go find a tree

If I drown in a sea
Of ten-thousand bad decisions
I know the one that’ll make me choke is you

It’s just a contradiction
One, which I’m obliged to say
That it’s all in the way you walk away

Regret is a dirty little word
One which I have never ever had a use
But you’re the first thing in my life that I regret
And I can’t take it back

It’s just a contradiction
One, which I’m obliged to say
That it’s all in the way you walk away

They Used to Call it the Blues 

The sun and me
Can’t seem to agree
On a time or place to
Show our weary heads
Every night I start a fight
With myself about myself I never win
What did people do when they were down and feeling blue?
Did they call the doctor and shovel down some pills?

Well they use to call it the blues
Now they call it a disorder
I’m out of order

Artificial rays barely get me through the day
Dig me up and brush me off and send me on my way
Pack all my troubles in a jar
Send them out to sea
With a note that plainly reads: “Do Not Return To Me!”


Waiting for the Call

The day you left
The roof stood still
The copper began to green

You left broken
All you’ve broken
A carousel whose lost its tune
Never stopped to turn around

Big Fish stories of all your glory
Cast out a line weighted by time
Empty, lifeless and cold

Was it the bottle?
Was it your father?
Was it the worms inside your head?
You treated her like she was dead

Waiting for the call
Officer found you in a motel room
Your brains against the wall
Waiting for the call
You’ve got a new life
Two kids and a wife
And you gave up guitar

Bound and bandaged
Licking your own wounds
Repeating yourself like I’m somebody else
Shell of a man I once knew

Listen, Father
I’m not your Father
A living ghost from your past
This blame will never last

Waiting.