Every Everything

I was caught in the headlights of your difficult days
Hanging onto the beacon of the radio waves
You don't know the number of nights
I would drink from the dawn to the day

Wake me up in the middle of a terrible dream
You start looking like someone who's been lying to me
You don't know the number of nights
I was drunk from your house to the sea

Oh, every everything
You're every everything

Take me out the the country, let me breathe in that air
Take me home to your family and abandon me there
And I don't know the way that you went
But I know that I have to go there

Oh, every everything
You're every everything

Nova Scotia

The week begins
A letter from the Promised Land
A handshake from a former friends
And once or twice
I've thought about that kind of life
Another working day, boys

Up the line in Nova Scotia
Something better
Almost there now
Nova Scotia

And we could sleep
Another night where snow is deep
You're just as scared as I would be
Or we could leave
For the biggest place we've ever seen
Or just a state of mind I'm in

Up the line in Nova Scotia
Something better
Almost there now
Nova Scotia

I wish I had
The kind of nerve that this demands
To get up and get out again
I know that I
Will understand, but until then
Another nervous day, boys
Another nervous day, boy

Up the line in Nova Scotia
Something better
Almost there now
Nova Scotia

lyrics to come

The Barricades

They were lining up the legions
Down at the barricades
Bussed into the clinics
The sacred paper brigade
Here he comes, the holy roller
His voice is rising to a roar
Out at the congregation
Chained to the door
They get the message of the powers that will be
One girl's crisis is another girl's luxury

That's the way they want it
That's the way it seems
But the way they want it's not the only way
The way that it could be

What started as a problem
Set off with a spark
Now it keep a woman hanging
By a question mark
Outside the pavilion
The line's getting long
Might not have the answers
Might not be so wrong
In the middle of the ticker-tape headache
One girl's privilege is another girl's misery

I know this is treason and
So that's what I'll be
I'll never stop talking if
If you listen to me

Run out of questions
And places to hide
Better run for the high ground
Gonna run out of time

That's the way they want it
That's the way it seems
But the way they want it's not the only way
The way that it could be

New World Song

lyrics to come

The Farthest Shore

lyrics to come

Naive Melody

lyrics to come