Lyrics - New Tracks (2009)

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Feeling My Way In The Dark (by Ryan Walker)

Nowhere can I go, No one can I see
I’ve worked the land, I’ve traveled over the sea
Nothing happens forever, nothing happened before
I’m stuck in the here and now wanting you more and more
 
I’ve been as patient as I’ve ever been, Can’t give up the fight that I’m in
But I’m feeling my way in the dark, need a light shining
Precipitation never seems to grow old
But I’d trade it in a second for a sun in my soul
 
Oo-ee, could be working on you and me
Oh yeay, I’m just sitting here instead
And I don’t have the patience or the day
To drive this far down the road the wrong way
So just let me know…
 
I stole you some flowers, I don’t have money so I’ll give you my hard work
I can only hope you want to do some too, you know it’s not that hard
 
I wanted to carry you over the puddle, but part of me just wanted to see you wet
And you know how some people can be, these days
Precipitation never seems to grow old
But I’d trade it in a second for a sun in my soul
 
Oo-ee, could be working on you and me
Oh yeay, I’m just sitting here instead
And I don’t have the patience or the day
To drive this far down the road the wrong way
So just let me know…if I should just go back home
 
I’ve been as patient as I’ve ever been, Can’t give up the fight that I’m in
But I’m feeling my way in the dark, need a light shining
Feeling my way in the dark, need a light
 
Could I live the rest of my life having never gotten your name
Having never played your games, would it feel the same?
It Has Made All The Difference (by Ryan Walker)

The road that longs to be trodden on, the sky that peels and rains down
You might say that they’re just asking for it, but they deserve all the help they can get
Major combat is all over, all the battles have been fought and won
You might say that it’s all just a smokescreen, but what fun would that be?
 
Hallelujah, we are marching home, you may not recognize us in the end
Hallelujah, it is all worthwhile, it is highly influential, it has made all the difference
 
Overflowing, outrageous, saturated many times over
Instinct tells you when you’re being lied to, it’s all in the way that they smile
 
Shadow pictures on the walls of the cave, urge you to be integral, urge you to be brave
But it is your life itself which cannot be saved
 
They sell you harvest when you know that it’s barren
Sounds like the devil’s got a hit on his hands
And they may say that they truly love Jesus, but believe me, he is grieving just the same
The Only Things I'll Take With Me (by Ryan Walker)

I don’t want to think about waking up anymore
I mean I don’t have anything to wake up for
When I woke up next to you, I thought this was gonna be true
Now I don’t want to think about waking up anymore
 
I don’t want to think about walking in the park
The leaves are ravishing this morning, now I can’t wait for dark
When we walked hand in hand, I thought this was gonna be grand
Now I don’t want to think about walking in the park
 
I don’t want to think about reading any books
Makes me think about the ones you loaned me and all the ones you took
I want back my Communist Manifesto, I suppose you can keep the rest, though
‘Cause I don’t want to think about reading any books
 
I don’t want to think about money anymore
Not the money in the bank and not the money in the drawer
My penniless days are gone, but I got no one to spend it on
So I don’t want to think about money anymore
 
I don’t want to think about my phone ringing
My friends, they call me, and interrupt my singing
When your sweet name came on the screen, I thought I would get away clean
Now I don’t want to think about my phone ringing
 
I don’t want to think about Washington, DC
The town I love no longer feels like home to me
You came into my city and looked impossibly pretty
Now I don’t want to think about Washington, DC
 
I don’t want to think about politics this fall
It doesn’t matter anymore who wins at all
I don’t give a shit about democracy, if you don’t give a shit about you and me
I don’t want to think about politics this fall
 
I don’t want to think about running anymore
I’m just running ‘round in circles and through revolving doors
No matter what you say and do, I got no one’s arms to run into
So I don’t want to think about running anymore
 
I don’t want to think about wine anymore
It used to warm my soul, now it just makes my throat sore
And the bottle we shared made me think that you cared
Now I don’t want to think about wine anymore
 
I don’t want to think about sleeping anymore
I got too much to do to ever touch the floor
And the bed we shared that night, made me think everything would be all right
Now I don’t want to think about sleeping anymore
 
I don’t want to think about praying anymore
It’s too hard to keep track of who I’m praying for
And I tried to get my way, but the Lord couldn’t make you stay
So I don’t want to think about praying anymore
 
I don’t want to think about you anymore
Get out of my mind if you won’t come ‘round my door
Try as I might your memory haunts me day and night
But I wish that I could let you go
 
So I’ll keep my mind on one thing
You can’t take away from me the songs that I sing
They’re the only things I’ll take with me when I cross that great eternal sea
Hope to see you one day on the other side
This Line Is Not For Me (by Brian Kent)

I'm not doing this for me, I'm doing this for you
When you don't have anything you got to start anew
You've got to find another way, pick up and leave today
I'll make this sacrifice for you, and if we make it through, please don't let it go

When I make this shady deal, I've lost more than my soul
You know you can't bring anything, cause it's worthless where we're going
When I cross this sunless land, I take my woman by the hand
And I pull my children near, my daughter whispers in my ear, please don't let me go

And on the other side, we're hunted day and night
They say we're illegal, because we're hungry and their plates are full
When I saw those flashing lights, I knew tonight would be the night
I would lay it all down, with my feet on foreign ground
I told my family to run, as I headed toward the guns
I yelled "don't ever turn around", as they held me to the ground
please
please let them go
Cry Harder (by Ryan Walker)

In my rotten city, there lived a maiden so pretty who went by the name of Miss Jenny Malone
Her brown eyes were wide but her path it was narrow, all she wanted was to feel so alive, alive-o
Jenny fell hard for a boy who had nothing, he promised her something that nothing could give
Protected her from danger, soothed her anger, and built a house on the hill where they both could live
The land spread out before them like Eden in winter, seemed there was no limit to the places they could go
He said he'd take her to the top of the Washington Monument, there she would feel so alive, alive-o

Jenny always knew that one day she'd make history, she wouldn't settle for anything less
Took her inspiration from starlets and acrobats, they'd all trade their lives for a front-page death
She'd stare out the window at the ground below at the lobbyists and the dirty war-mongering whores
And pray every night to whoever might be listening that her boy would never wash up on a foreign shore
They ruled their kingdom with songs and jubilation, the sunset was golden and everything was nice
Jenny'd wake up early with a yearning in her heart, her loyal prince would always share this piece of advice

CHORUS
Cry harder, laugh louder, scream until your guts fly out onto the floor
Let me go back to sleep, 'cause I wasn't finished, wake me up when you need me to sing to you more

The river it was icy, the parkway was a heart attack, the White House looked black if you closed your eyes
Jenny and her prince took their mission upon themselves and at the city gates met with quite a surprise
There were guards with martinis, gray hair and machine guns, and children with umbrellas even on sunny days
Jenny sang gleefully with lots of conviction, but the people all changed the station to another background haze
And her prince pledged his love, but love was no match for what the men who pulled all of the strings had in store
Jenny's dream come true was not long for this world, but he wrote this in a letter from a foreign shore

CHORUS

As the seasons rose up and the months they wore down, nobody remembered what the prince had to say
The people moved on, they loved, they lost, but Jenny couldn't allow her life to drag on that way
She hung herself from the Washington Monument, and everyone saw her on their afternoon drive, oh
Her spirit drained from her, she found it quite remarkable, she'd never felt so alive, alive-o
[Instrumental Pre-Chorus]

CHORUS 2
Cry harder, laugh louder, scream until your guts fly out onto the floor
Go back to sleep if you think you're not finished, wake up when you want to sing some more