I can't complain. I ran away
After my big mistake, I can't complain
It was work-related. I killed a man
I knew his sister

Now I make calls to the USA
I order parts eight hours a day
For German cars made in here Mexico
"A NAFTA triumph", that's what I'm told

I'm Invisible
And if I'm fast enough
If I'm quick enough
I'm invisible - even to myself

I tried California right afterwards
But the West Coast wouldn't take
My mind was stuck deep in Ontario
On the frozen edge of the lake

So further down. You couldn't get to me
I'd pay my price. Death to memory
I wish I could get it back. I wish I could get it back

I'm Invisible
And if I'm fast enough
And if I'm quick enough
And if I'm fast enough

I'm Invisible even to myself

Hey there sad girl
Sitting in your long gray dress
That you made yourself
The're still safety pins in the hem

Hey there sad girl
You've got a big cowlick
'cause that small town barber
Cut it too damn short

Hey sad girl, I wish I could be there to pick you up
Hey sad girl I'd pick you up

Hey there sad girl
Pacing in your cowboy PJ's
You can't believe
This Midwest weather

Hey sad girl, you'd better stop looking out the bedroom window

Hey sad girl, I wish I could be there to pick you up
Hey sad girl I'd pick you up

Hey there sad girl
You bought a new blue shirt
You haven't worn it yet
Why not tonight

Hey there sad girl
Your fall is quickly ending
Thanksgiving's next Thursday
I can't wait to hold you tight

Hey sad girl, I wish I could be there to pick you up
Hey sad girl I'd pick you up

It's a delicate balance, and I'm seesawing
Ashamed when I question throwing my hat into the ring

Making love in the corners of this town
But, I'm stuck jabbing in the final seconds of this round

You just shut my car door,
and I'm high on your fumes
Lately the most drunk I've felt
Has been when I'm smelling you

It's dark ... Fly them
It's dark ... The bar lights flickering
It's dark ... My inside's sizzling
Fly them ... Fly Them

It's a delicate balance, and I'm seesawing
Making love, but I'm stuck jabbing

You just shut my car door,
and I'm high on your fumes
Lately the most drunk I've felt
Has been when I'm smelling you

It's dark ... Fly them
It's dark ... The bar lights flickering
It's dark ... My inside's sizzling
Fly them ... Fly them

So many options, I never do a thing
To busy wrapping my head around
Your perverse telephone ring

She's waxed paper to her lonely designer friends
So addicted to her messages

What's your plan?

So many options, I'm stopped in my tracks
In retrospect I might have sniffed out your trap

My attention span is being sucked out into the night
Bounced into emptiness by an out of date satellite

What's your plan?
Let's change plans

So many options that I never do a thing

A winter in the rat race, now I don't get sick anymore
A winter in the rat race, another day on the 16th floor
My head swims to the clanks and the grinds
Stare ahead through the subway grime
I'm owned from nine until five
A winter in the rat race

And you're just up the block
In your cube, staring at your clock
We're winners in the rat race
Meet me at our spot

Hand gestures in the window remind me that we're human
Like children in a wagon -
They just want to be pulled in

So pull me out
To pull me in
Make me human again

A winter in the ratrace
I don't see my breath anymore
Hand gestures in the window remind me that we're human
Like children in a wagon -
They just want to be pulled in

A winter in the ratrace
And you're just up the block
In your cube staring at the clock
We're winners in the rat race
Meet me at our spot

And pull me out
To pull me in
Make me human again
Pull me in

Sprawled on the couch, screen door clacking
Cool breeze flaps magazines on the way to my face
A southern town with the graves above ground
I could wander around like this until I explode

This city is waking me up
This city is waking me up tonight
This city is waking me up tonight

And the town woke up before we could get away
I laugh until my side aches. Listen to that saxophone play
And yet I wonder
Are we running late?

It's my third sunrise in four days
It's nice to be alive in this fairground kind of haze
I've got a barstool splinter in my left hand
But I can't feel it through the drummer in this band

This city is waking me up
This city is waking me up tonight
This city is waking me up tonight

And the town woke up before we could get away
I laugh until my side aches. Listen to that saxophone play
Are we running late?
We're not running late
We're just running

This city is waking me up
This city is waking me up tonight
This city is waking me up tonight

She's dug a nice hole for herself

Occasionally to stay intact
She'll go out walking, just to get back
She's lonely. She misses home
She's got a brother on the other coast

But it's too late
She's made up her mind
She can't miss anybody and she can't fall behind
It's too late
She can't get sad
If her gut starts aching she just buries her head

She's dug a nice hole for herself

She used to bounce with a smile
She used to talk a mile a minute
But it's too late
She's made up her mind
She can't miss anybody and she can't fall behind

She's dug a nice hole for herself

It's too late
She can't get sad
If her gut starts aching she just buries her head

She's dug a nice hole for herself

What ever happened to chasing him in the park
What happened to you dangling on his arm
Cliffs and acrobats and silly cryptic hugging
Dripping sardine juice in the car

She's dug a nice hole for herself

Yeah, those lights look fine
Big houses line the state line
Old brick at 18th and vine
I talk about home with you on the phone
There's not a good reason why

Train whistles blow in the dark
I saw a thousand crows in that park
And I just can't think of one good reason why

There's not a good reason why
I miss the Missouri sky
Hot summer mornings and tornado warnings
There's not a good reason why

And yeah, those lights look fine
Driving in on highway 99
And I've got a good job and I like looking out
my window at the mountainside

And yeah, you can catch lightening bugs barefoot at night
But the horizon is low on all sides
And it's a couple days drive to the ocean's tides
I miss it for no reason why

Yeah, those lights look fine

There's not a good reason why
I miss the Missouri sky
Hot summer mornings and tornado warnings
There's not a good reason why

Yeah, those lights look fine

It's the little dimes
That are pinning you down
One at a time
The nickels and dimes

It started with a shape
Simple and exact
And you followed the shape
But you've lost the path

She's a poker whiz
Even when we're just messing around
Poker mouth
No smile and no frown

It's like the sound of shoes falling off my bed

It's the little dimes
That are yanking at your ankles
One casino at a time
The nickels and dimes

It started with a shape
on a canvas mostly clean
now the canvas is a blur
the meaning is obscured

She has hard eyes
But there's something soft inside
Like a jellybean
It's amazing what she can hide
It's like the sound of shoes falling off my bed

It's the little dimes
That keep plopping you down
On the couch
Too tired to mind

She reads like James Joyce
Every smile's about a paragraph long
It's like I don't have a choice
But to figure out what's going on

But when our lips meet
I know what she means
When she leans to me
She's so easy to read

It's like the sound of shoes falling off my bed

When you were six you took a spatula to the eye
You tasted blood as I explained to mother why
Now time has passed and you're still sitting in the kitchen
Same wicker chair now creaks beneath your weight

When they had parties we stand upstairs and listen
Smell the smoke and wonder about being old
Now time has danced but you haven't stopped your wondering
This hometown limbo seems to have you stuck in hold

You try to smile but something isn't working
Lights in the driveway there is somewhere to go

Brother brother you're right on time
Smile brother you're right on time

We'd climb to forts high up in the treetops
And down window wells punishing our knees
Sneakers squeak as you shuffle through the hallway
This house numbs your brain and makes you want to sleep

You try to smile but something isn't working
Lights in the driveway there is somewhere to go

Stop your sweating
Pack the car and just start driving fast
Remember all those evenings
The memories they'll come running back

When you were six you took a spatula to the eye
I held your hand as you yelled up to the sky

Brother brother you're right on time
Smile brother you're right on time