I tend the wheat field that makes your bread I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed Mother Nature and Mother Earth Are two of three
The bravest thing I've ever done was to run away and hide But not this time, not this time And the weakest thing I've ever done was to stay right by your
Hello city Another night at the palace 'cause there is nothing else to do The same people, the same drinks And the same music, the same quicksand I think
The girl works at the store Sweet Jane St. Clair Was dazzled by her smile while I shopped there It wasn't long before I lived with her I sang her songs
Broke into the old apartment This is where we used to live Broken glass, broke and hungry Broken hearts and broken bones This is where we used to live
If I had $1,000,000 (If I had $1,000,000) Well I'd buy you a house (I would buy you a house) And if I had $1,000,000 (If I had $1,000,000) I'd buy you
A friend brought me flowers, she said, "They were lilacs" But I've never been good with plants Her next presentation, a new dictionary She'd circled the
I look straight in the window, try not to look below Pretend I'm not up here, I try counting sheep The sheep seem to shower off this office tower It's
When she was three Her Barbies always did it on the first date And now she's with me So there's never any need for them to demonstrate 'Cause she's like
When I was born, they looked at me and said "What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy" And when you were born, they looked at you and said
Drove downtown in the rain Nine thirty on a Tuesday night Just to check out the late night Record shop Call it impulsive Call it compulsive Call it insane
It's Uncle Elwyn It's Uncle Elwyn My Uncle Elwyn is tall My Elwyn is small My Elwyn plays a mean basketball He's about 45 maybe 55, 60 I'm not sure;
Words & Music by Steven Page Drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a Tuesday night, just to check out the late-night record shop. Call it impulsive
Words & Music by Steven Page The bravest thing I've ever done Was to run away and hide But not this time, not this time And the weakest thing I've
Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson I tend the wheat field that makes your bread. I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed.
Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson Hello city ... Another night at the Palace 'cause there is nothing else to do. The same people, the same
Words & Music by Steven Duffy & Steven Page The girl works at the store sweet Jane St. Clair Was dazzled by her smile while I shopped there it wasn
Words by Steven Page Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson When I was born, they looked at me and said, "What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong