Lost in Translation

I can see that full moon risin’
I can almost hold it in my hand
makes me recollect the time we first met
someone somewhere had a plan
like peas in a pod like beams of light
thick as thieves don’t you know
what’s lost in translation can be found hanging out below

well you had no idea who I was babe
did not know what we might become
we met hanging off the end of a plank
with a fist full a Haitian rum
we saw some birds flying overhead
and we knew we was close to land
what’s lost in translation can be found buried in the sand

the pages they fall before me while the ink still ain’t dry
I keep on asking these questions of why oh why?

we left our institutions left them in the dust
we heard about this solution of freedom or bust
there’s plenty of time to settle down plenty of lawns to mow
what’s lost in translation can be found on the open road

so we lit off all our fireworks drained off all our supplies
someone said that we weren't smart enough
but we figured that we was wise
to live in the future while the present dies
you’re sleeping in a house of regret
what’s lost in translation can be found when the last sun sets

the pages they fall before me while the ink still is dry
I keep on asking these questions of why oh why?

do we do what we do babe
when everything’s been done before
we fly through the skies with unopened eyes
keep on wanting more
more of this and more of that
just keep on piling it high
what’s lost in translation can be found the day you die

Man with No Plan

I’m crawling through your tear ducts
Now I’m laying on your floor
I’ve lost my reputation
I think I left it near the door
Well I recognize what you see in me
And I know you’ve got a really good ear
So I’m sending you these echoes
They’ll be coming to you loud and clear 

The drunks are in the chambers
Suckin' on the laws
It’s like a psychotropic nightmare
They’re trying to kill us all
Well I listened hard to what you said to me
And I think I know exactly where you stand
So let me gather up my papers
And fire up the van

Well I’m just a man
I’m just a man
I’m just a man with no plan

I’m chasing down your rainbows
Flagging down your stars
You’re my unicorn savior
At the Ballerina Bar
Well I can’t recall what I dreamt last night
But I know that it was all about you
And now that I’ve awakened
Please tell me what to do

Well I’m just a man
I’m just a man
I’m just a man with no plan

I’m writing down your secrets
Breathing in your rhymes
I’m stealing from your paintbrush
All the colors of your mind
I’m trying to find some kind of highway sign
Just to tell me which way to go
Maybe I am too late
Maybe I’m too slow

Well I’m just a man
I’m just a man
I’m just a man with no plan

Suburban Alien

He came from Omaha
Hopped on a train you know something broke his fall
Silence in the wind meant that he could begin again
He pulled out a radio
Turned on the news and switched to baseball
Spring is when you win
Fall is when you give in
'cause yesterday is all but gone
And I know that it won’t be long
And I’ll be back to sing you sweet

Suburban alien songs

They passed the bottle around
Scattered their ashes upon this sacred moving ground
Texas is all right 
I don’t wanna fight no more
All these friends that I know
They’ve got other lives 
Now they’re trying to lay low
Maybe wounds will mend
And we can all pretend to be
So happy that we somehow belong
And we can live with whatever is wrong
And keep on singing these sweet 

Suburban alien songs

I’ve got to get back on that train
'cause the Platte River’s calling my name
I’ve got to get back to my old life
I’ve got a house and a sleeping wife
Who’s dreaming I’m singing these sweet 

Suburban alien songs

He made it back to Omaha
Came in on the same train after great pause
Silence in the wind meant that he could begin again

Dead Hotel

Is this fiction? It’s hard to tell
If it’s me who’s checking into this Dead Hotel
I’m trying to move across these Great Plains
It’s true I’ve got a little bit of weird in my veins

There’s barely a soul out on these roads
Skeleton truckers and empty loads
Somewhere out there I hear a voice
It’s the end of the world it’s the DJ’s choice

I’m making a run in my car
Guess I’m never gonna be a star
Play me a song that’ll take me home
So I can lay with you before it all falls through

Jesus saves but now he mainly spends
Most of his time wondering
What the hell went wrong down below
Better call Buddha he might know

Highway billboards they’re all the same
He’s selling you a steak for some bloody fame
The pendulum moves look how it swings
We’ve got to get rid of this unfit king

I’m making a run in my car
Guess I’m never gonna be a star
Play me a song that’ll take me home
So I can lay with you before it all falls through

Now I’m rolling over these mountains tall
Driving past burned out strip malls
Nations come and nations go
But nothing can kill the radio
You know you can’t kill the radio

I’m making a run in my car
Guess I’m never gonna be a star
Play me a song that’ll take me home
So I can lay with you before it all falls through