One More Song
all songs written by Eric Meany except:
"Slow Children At Play" words by Thompson T. Terry, music by Eric Meany
| 1. life goes on | 6. we're so happy | |
| 2. sentimental tune | 7. you'll be back | |
| 3. choir of angels | 8. man of steel | |
| 4. the wedding song | 9. one more song | |
| 5. slow children at play |
Life goes on, so very ordinary
Another day, another coronary
And if my heart refuses to beat
The blood all settles in the soles of my feet
I doubt my mouth would even know what to say
Except "I won't be needing my heart much anymore, anyway."
I thought I heard you say "I told you so"
They're only words - you try to hide behind them, though
You'd think by now my skin would be strong
I should know better than to think I belong
But I can't forget the way you said it would be
And I can't work out a pattern here for you or for me
I'll be elected king when all the fancy losers meet
Accustomed as I am to the etiquette of defeat
I tip my hat to those who understand
'Cause I just wait and sit with pen in hand
I hope one day to know what it takes
To live each day and learn from mistakes
Until I do I've got this look on my face
That says to all who care to know
"I've lost my heart without a trace."
I'm just trying to kill some time until I'm feeling like myself
I'm just trying to make the days go by
But I have noticed no improvement in my outlook or my health
I have wounded time, but it will not die
So won't you play me the chorus of a sentimental tune
With a tempo that's as lazy as a Sunday afternoon
I'll pretend that there is meaning hidden inbetween the rhyme
And we'll act as if this sort of thing happens all the time
My eyes are open wide but I'm never really sure
Exactly what is going on
Though I always know the winner, I never know the score
And the only one that I could ask is gone
So won't you play me the chorus of a sentimental tune
With a tempo that's as lazy as a Sunday afternoon
I'll pretend that there is meaning hidden inbetween the rhyme
And we'll act as if this sort of thing happens all the time
I've walked a straight line and I've stumbled blindly
Now I'm standing still and I am looking behind me
And the only thing I see
Are these eyes looking back at me
And I don't much like the look of it at all
So won't you play me the chorus of a sentimental tune
With a tempo that's as lazy as a Sunday afternoon
I'll pretend that there is meaning hidden inbetween the rhyme
And we'll act as if this sort of thing happens all the time
Well you'd think by now there'd be a song
I'd written for you from my heart
But there's so much it would have to say
How could I know where it should start
You'd need a choir of angels on a cloud
Singing high as they can
Singing loud
So I'm struggling to find a way to say
Exactly what I'm thinking of
Though I wish there were a better word
For now I guess I'll just say love
I could hunt down the right words half the night
But if I play it from my soul
It'll turn out right
It was a year ago December
That you carried my guitar
As we walked and talked ten thousand miles away
Away from where we are
It was a simple conversation
No lasting words were said
But you smiled and that was all I ever wanted
Yeah that’s the image in my head
We got the perfect storybook
We got the perfect life for me and you
And if I hadn’t been there the whole time
I’d swear it was too good to be true
Well the weather may be cloudy
And the blue may turn to grey
But for me the sun will always burn as brightly
As it burns today
I'm driving quickly through my neighborhood
Tree-lined streets and all
Come 'round the corner and there they stood
Blank expressions all
A sign had warned me who they are
They're slow children at play in the yard
Their games are not too fast, their games are not too hard
They're slow children with no spark or perk
And they'll grow up to be
Slow men at work
My frantic braking slows my car down fast
They just stand and stare
If I hit one he'd fall on his ass
Blood gushing everywhere
They return to throwing a stick around
It whacks a child and he hits the ground
We all know who they are
They're slow children at play in the yard
Their games are not too fast, their games are not too hard
They're slow children with no spark or perk
And they'll grow up to be
Slow men at work
Yellow signs had warned me of their presense here
I just assumed I had nothing to fear
Instead I find these kids in the road
Playing with a run-over toad
We all know who they are
They're slow children at play in the yard
Their games are not too fast, their games are not too hard
They're slow children with no spark or perk
And they'll grow up to be
Slow men at work
The sign had said "Slow Children At Play"
And that's exactly what I saw on the road today
They don't have the sense to get out of the way
That's why you watch for
Slow children at play
Just the two of us together on the town last Saturday
You'd think our friends had either died or moved away
My baby asked me why I thought good company was hard to find
These are the only words that came into my mind:
We're so happy we make everybody sick
So cute and cuddly even strangers have to stop and stare
And though our friends may dream of pelting us with bricks
I don't really care
I'm not saying we're more worthy or deserving than the rest
It seems we're just a little luckier, I guess
And no-one likes to be reminded they're not where they want to be
Maybe I would feel the same if it were me
We're so happy we make everybody sick
So cute and cuddly even strangers have to stop and stare
And though our friends may dream of pelting us with bricks
I don't really care
You took a chance, you took a walk
You gave it all another try
You hoped the sight of you
Would sed her flying through the sky
But there's nothing in her eyes
And her feet are firmly planted on the floor
As she shows you to the door
So you say you'll be back another day
With nothing else to do
You hung around outside all day
Hoping you could catch her eye
And that she wouldn't look away
You even figured out what you'd say
But it's all another wasted afternoon
That leaves you howling at the moon
So you say you'll be back another day
She tears the picture from the frame
But leaves the broken glass
She can't recall who was the first to blame
But she won't forget the last
A conversation would be wasted on his feeble mind
His explanation only helps her to find
That her man of steel has a plastic soul
Feet of clay and a gaping hole
Where his heart should be
As she's beginning to see
Her mind goes wandering through the past
Through all the lies that she has heard
Near-sighted Cupid took his shot in the dark
And then he left without a word
The only voice she hears is in her head and talking slow
The ringing in her ears is letting her know
That her man of steel has a plastic soul
Feet of clay and a gaping hole
Where his heart should be
As she's beginning to see
Black dress is hanging off the back of a chair
Unwatered flowers they are dying there
The phone's been ringing off the hook
You couldn't pay her to care
A conversation would be wasted on his feeble mind
His explanation only helps her to find
That her man of steel has a plastic soul
Feet of clay and a gaping hole
Where his heart should be
As she's beginning to see
From the stage my eyes are wandering
While I play my mind is pondering
This girl by the door, about five foot four
Auburn hair and a faraway stare
And if I plan what I say I can't go wrong
Assuming she stays, now it won't be long
I got one more song
I got one more song
I'm speeding up, think I'll skip the middle eight
Gotta wrap it up before it gets too late
So I stop on a dime, can't waste any time
'Cause this could be a date with destiny
And if it seems like these feelings are way too strong
Well I've been singing about love nearly all night long
And I got one more song
I got one more song
The lights come up as the music dies down
My eyes adjust and my head spins right 'round
I'm dying to see just where she could be
But now I fear she has disappeared
Yeah I thought I'd been witness to something rare
But now I'm not even sure she was ever there
'Cause I had one more song
I had one more song