WASHINGTON SQUARE
Fly by night, across dark water
Over the clouds, through space and time
Come and look for me
By the arch and the wading pool
By the old men at the tables in the winter time
That’s where I’ll be
And I’m always here
In Washington Square Park

It’s like two trains running in two tunnels
Suddenly all is light
And your train comes into view
Face so close, see your breath on the glass
I’ll follow your eyes
As you veer away into the dark
And I’ll still be here
In Washington Square Park

No, no, do not grieve for a story never told
You see, that I’m still the child
It’s you who’s growing old
You’re growing old

And I’m always here
In Washington Square Park

UP IN THE AIR (BOB MOULD)
Pass away the hours
Hear the footsteps of the past
Walking up the stairs of time
Knowing that I'm trapped
Cold winds of indifference persuade a movement south
Thinking that it's better there
The warmer climes that we seek out

The poor bird flies up in the air
Never getting anywhere
How much misery can one soul take?
Trying to fly away could have been your first mistake
Oh poor bird
Up in the air
Never getting anywhere

Picking petals off a flower, loves me, loves me not
Is love another way to count the things you haven't got?
We wish the best to all our friends
Young and old alike
When the dust has settled in the sky
You can have anything you like

The poor bird flies up in the air, never getting anywhere
How much misery can one soul take
Trying to fly away could have been your fist mistake
Oh poor bird
Up in the air
Never getting anywhere
Oh poor bird

GLORIA
It’s taken all my strength away this time
For today, all the offers I would make I’ll withdraw
As I stand and I’ll watch
As they burrow their way into the ground
When my words have become just a bark or a bay
A meaningless sound

They could sing Gloria
Oh that I am
Gloria
I am

And onto every face a little rain will fall
To trickle through and bathe their empty eyes
Are they not yet aware, would they care if they knew
That they have the power
No they don’t move an inch, no they don’t raise a hand
To seize their hour

They could sing Gloria
Oh that I am
Gloria
I am

GREAT BIG SILVER KEY
Baby’s got some new friends, yeah
They’re the kind you can wind up
With a great big silver key
Prized possessions are tin-drum monkeys
And a collection of Stepford wives
Wind them up and he can hear them say:

What is that light shining
From behind his head
Is the The Chosen One
Or is he just standing in front of the sun

All his life he’s been guru-chasing
Mountain climbing, deep soul diving
Stamp collecting, sea monkey raising
But he’s never found his way through
To what I find so easy to do

What is that light shining
From behind his head
Is the The Chosen One
Or is he just standing in front of the sun

Baby’s got some new friends, yeah
They’re the kind you can wind up
With a great big silver key

WAKE
The time is slipping and running away
All the hours in procession
Lining up day by day
What you thought you could never hold in your hand
You find now as simple as a grain of sand

You have got to wake up, now
You have got to shake the dust from your eyes
And narrow down the space between
Your desires and your deeds

The time is rolling and stretching along
And the past is singing and calling your name
Tomorrow’s overtaken by yesterday
And what’s left is exceeded by what’s already been

You have got to wake up, now
You have got to find your own voice
And narrow down the space between
What you have and what you need

Stand in the light
And feel the wind on your face
Stretch out your arms
And you will rise up into the air

You have got to wake up, now
You have got to find realise
That no matter what is said
You have the right to be

HAND OVER HEAD
When she flew into town
Her feet never met the ground
But I saw her face
Like a bright, proud flower
But something around the eyes
Shadows, that put the lie to her laughing voice
And those brave, brave words

Some of us live too hard
Some of die to young
And some are destroyed by what they might have done

I knew a man long ago
A hermit who held no hope
In his withered heart
Or his sad eyes
He lived a life of counterfeit
Pretending his life was sweet
Let others take chances
He was too afraid to make

Some of us live too hard
Some of die to young
And some are destroyed by what they might have done

So she flew out again
Waved to the crowd and then
Hand over head
She was gone

Some of us live too hard
Some of die to young
And some are destroyed by what they might have done

SILVER BUTTONS
You were a little bleary the first time we met
So the night’s proceedings you would not recall
But I would never forget
A little clumsy, but with tenderness
Undoing all the silver buttons on my dress
And both untouched by sleep
Me, with eyes wide open
You, in oblivion
Never really making it to the same place at the same time
But I never would’ve believed that it would end this way

If you can’t hold on tight then let go
And that’s all that I know
Maybe today the rain will fall
And the patterns there will show you
Whether to stay or to go

I held you while you cried for the loves you’d lost
And listened while you re-invented your own past
And when I’d had enough and was on my way
You called me back again
You never really wanted me, you just wanted the company
Well, here’s another name to add to your mythology

If you can’t hold on tight then let go
And that’s all that I know
Maybe today the rain will fall
And the patterns there will show you
Whether to stay or to go

LONELY HEART
Take it fast or take it slow
In the end you’ll be the last to know
And in between the raindrops run
And never know they fall on everyone

So go, and leave the past behind
And hope for all that you may find
But, oh
You’re always the last to know

Hiding from your lonely heart
Hiding from your lonely, lonely heart
Your lonely heart

Days will come and years go by
Still you wait in darkness all alone
Is it fear or something missed
Holds you in time, closed tighter than a fist

And all the sadness you have known
A bleak existence on your own
But, oh
You’re always the last to know

Hiding from your lonely heart
Hiding from your lonely, lonely heart
Your lonely heart

BRIGHT AS DAY
Red lights in the sky at night
There’s a mist around the moon
City towers rise behind the houses, black and white
Smell of autumn blowing in
From wherever it is the seasons go

Seen an old friend today
It’s left me with an opened feeling
It’s good to talk of lighter things
Of brighter times about to come

Something’s lifted off of me
Shrugged it’s shoulders, went away
And now the moon shines bright as day

I feel as if the dawn will arrive
In a chariot of golden fire and lighting
I’m waiting quiet as
As the dark goes slowly rolling to the day

Something’s lifted off of me
Shrugged it’s shoulders, went away
And now the moon shines bright as day

LILY
Ah, lily
Lily in the shadow
Hiding from the moon
Lily under glass
You’re rising
Rising as the sun sets
Going to your window
Lay your face against the glass

And sway from side to side in silence
And slowly turning round with nothing but the sound
Of your bare feet on the wooden floor

And lily
All your time you’re wasting
Will you ever know
When your time is done
Now leaning
Hands flat to the wall
And slowly trace the boundary
Of an empty room

No word, no warning on the day
You left the stage, quit the play
You closed your eyes and faded away

And lily
Come into the moonlight
Here, no one will harm you
You’re not very strong
You’re dying
And you don’t even know it
You’re drowning on thin air
You’re already gone

CRADLE (Heidi Berry/ Laurence O’keefe)
Lift me in your arms
Cradle me like a child
I feel your heart
Sense your smile in the dark