i sent the message when i left yesterday
from the station back in santa fe
that when the 619 comes around
i'll be found

hey hey hey

i know that leaving seemed right
but on lonesome new mexican nights
i've been lost on familiar streets
& counting the weeks

i never put a quarter into a phone
it would just give him a chance to say no
but when the 619 comes around
i'll be found

THE ONLY WAY TO CRY

a man goes to the movies
& buys every seat in the house
he cries alone in the darkness
until the end credits roll
he saysi know it seems extravagant
but have you ever tried
man it's the only way to cry

MISSOULA

they took my cash took my library card
took the picture of you in the back yard
when your hair was short i took it hard

doubled from the fists & the feet
slumped in the street without a quarter to ring
tonight missoula turned its back on me

SUNDAY ST

when it gets so dark
that i can't see out
i think about my brother
& how i cannot leave him
& i know i'll see this through

drove around all night
slept in the back seat
woke up lost and clouded
walked around and thought about it

it was sunday & the street was empty
the sound of ringing bells
pulled me back again
i don't want you to hear those bells
ringing for me

the sunday street

IT'S A CRIME

you can't deny that cut flowers given time will surely die
but they'll do fine with candles & some wine but it's a crime
yeah it's a crime that you're kissing on that girl for all to see
& it's a crime that she's going home with you & not with me

it's plain to see that boxes of candy will make her sigh
but confidentially they'll just rot her pretty teeth & it's a crime
yeah it's a crime that you're kissing on that girl for all to see
& it's a crime that she's going home with you & not with me

it has been proved that pups & kittens too will make her swoon
but it stands to reason that animals give fleas & it's a crime
yeah it's a crime that you're kissing on that girl for all to see
& it's a crime that she's going home with you & not with me

WHITE COROLLA

your little white car looks like a rental
& it's stalled at the sav-on coz the starter's temperamental
call your boyfriend it goes to voice mail
leave a message baby get me please

wait at the laundromat read a magazine
tear out the page with the picture of some shoes
you get impatient go to a cafe
see a girl from your high school but you look away

you take your coffee black the way your mother would
one packet sweet n low one packet sugar
your boyfriend texts you he's sorry that he's late
he didn't hear the ring he's on his way

you take your cough drops you call them hoarse pills
but they won't help anything if you keep smoking
go to a movie go to the rodeo
ride the train with the vagrants & watch the buildings fall away

WHITE ON WHITE

in my dream last night everything was so bright
i could barely make you out through the light
in my dream last night there was no sound to your sight
& all your comforts were subtitled white on white

put a penny on a railroad track
for you to pick up on your way back
how can it be that you are gone to stay

in my dream last night anything that you'd write
would unravel & lift like a mist out of sight
but in my dream last night i guess you seemed alright
you weren't scared or anything

put a penny on a railroad track
for you to pick up on your way back
how can it be that you are gone to stay

all the rain on the day that you died
i've never seen the reservoir so high
i guess this is as close as it gets to goodbye

OLD PANDA DAYS
(lyrics by Owen Ashworth & Nick Krgovich)

i've dreamt of this haunt
the ghosts of 1666
the hazy lecture halls
lund cathedral in wisps

the bells get carried aloft
by the strong nordic wind
but don't remind me of how oft
i got carried away with them

at uni we went
insane when we took cocaine
now I don't think I ever want
to hear "genius of love" again

i've been searching this town
and all I have found
are nights of bad sex
with stupid boyfriends i shouldn't have kept
in a stupid flat i never swept

so taxi take me away
the sullen students and corner cafes
remind me of old panda days
give me old panda days

ICE CREAM TRUCK

carol come outside
wanna gonna go for a ride
we got an ice cream truck
& fireworks to light

with the music up
loud as we can stand it
roman candles in a vacant lot
we'll feel like bandits

in a stolen ice cream truck
on the wrong side of town
sparklers out all the windows
under shrill familiar sounds

hazel stole some beer
you work the breaks i'll steer
over fences and lawns
we'll drive around til the gas runs out

on look out for the cops
binoculars made out of push up pops
all the missiles are melting
we'll give them away

anna stole an ice cream truck
on the wrong side of town
high on stolen pills from her sister's treatment
i think it's gonna be pretty bad when we come down

all lyrics by Owen Ashworth, except where noted