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When I was seventeen
I thought that I knew everything
There was this place in town
I used to hang around
to get off of the street
Leroy and Red ran this home
for the poor and young
disenchanted ones
we put our all in one pot
and we drank from it together
every night
Goodbye mom, I gotta go out
all my friends are down at
Newlin House
I might be chasing a cloud
I don't really know
It's not the school
you had in mind
but it's what I want
and everything is fine
It might be the beginning
by the end I will know
by the end I will know
In the living room
by the candlelight
we'd sit on the floor and dream
of other times gone by
and places far away
and how things weren’t what
they seemed
Leroy would read from his book
and Red would play the piano
Then the guitars would come out
and we'd sing and dance
and laugh and shout
I still dream of the rooms
and the hallways and doors
and the porch with the
wooden chair
In the kitchen
sisters making dinner now
and I try hard not to stare
That was so long ago
but I remember it like it was
yesterday
Goes to show
you never really know
what you have today
is all you need anyway
Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright © 2003 New Orphan Music
If I could live a thousand years
I would not be happy
If I could not spend them with you
If I could save my tears of joy
I would fill up an ocean
And I would swim it to you
I know you know it's true
'cause it's been that way
from the moment we held on
call our angels down
there's plenty love to go around
Every time I hear the sound
Of your voice in the darkness
I feel it deep in my soul
When no one is around
And I get to hold you
The sweetest joy I have known
Don't you ever go away
I don't think I could take it
I need the light that you are
If you promise that you'll stay
I'll give my word of honor
And love will take us so far
Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright © 2003 New Orphan Music
Here comes an early morning
rise-again
I wake up right beside
my closest friend
her eyes are closed
there’s a smile on her face
like a pleasant dream
that’s left a trace
Come on get out of bed
we’ve got another
working day ahead
she say’s “I’m not going in today”
But she says that everyday
She likes the simple
things in life
coffee in the morning
a glass of wine at night
She takes it hard
when her friends are sad
She’s always there for me
when I’m feeling bad
She knows the latest news
she knows the songs
she’s got attitude
I think I should treat her right
the rest of my life
This is one,
this is one good reason
You should believe,
when I say
I will always love
When evening comes,
and it’s time to play
games like “I'm tired”
and “let’s hit the hay”
We want a sunny day
to be alone
and roll our way around
this happy home
Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright © 2003 New Orphan Music
I'm standing before you
as one who's shaken to the core
I never thought it would come to this
I always hoped for something more
The damage I've caused
It makes me want to hide in shame
It's a constant reminder
to not walk down that path again
not walk down that path again
You trusted in someone
who swore they'd be always there
then you woke up one morning
to this lover with a vacant stare
"It's not fair", you will cry out
and crying’s what your bound to do
'till the last piece of your puzzle
falls in place in front of you
falls in place in front of you
There once was a time
when I could not keep from loving
then the hurt stone started rolling
now it's rolling on
and I can't seem to stop it
it keeps rolling on
I feel helpless
to do anything about it
There's a long road before me
and a long time 'till I'll be found
I have to stay in this dark place
just walking and walking around
I need a light to start growing
and make this frozen darkness flee
it's too slowly revealing
the path that is ahead of me
the path that is ahead of me
Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright © 2003 New Orphan Music
I never came in first place
I mostly ended up
somewhere close to last
but I never gave up ‘cuz I thought
If I could do better
maybe you would love me
more than I know I deserved
but that never happened
and now, now that I am older
now that I’ve come much farther
now that I know the love that
you could never show
I forgive you father
paternal redemption
my soul confession
I’ve been running down the freeway
trying to find anyway
to send a message home
that all is forgiven
but there’s just too much confusion
every line is always busy and then
you were suddenly gone
no way to get through
All these reflections
and the solemn introspections
in the bigger picture, just fade away
I’ve got to keep in mind that all the love
I know I will find will be found in
the fading light of day
Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright © 2003 New Orphan Music
Saint Lucy won't you help me
My life is just a crime
I drew the short straw again
And now I'm running out of time
I've been trying hard just to reach you
But you don't return my calls
There's a lot to confess
And I know I'm headed for my next fall
Come on Come on Come on Saint Lucy
Yesterday I had some trouble
But today I'm feeling fine
I've got to find out if she's all right
I've got to find out if she's all right
I've got to find out if she's all right
Saint Lucy won't you help me tonight
She says she's got the answer
But her logic is not clear
She's in rare form this week
With half-a-dozen jewels in her ear
It's not like you get to pick your saint
I've heard your saint picks you
And they will hunt you down
Until you learn to love what's true
So Lucy can't you help me
The ice is getting thin
And I've been skating around
Since when, I can't remember when
What's the point of my reflection
The cause of all my grief
I've got a saint who is blind
A savior who's avoiding me
Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright © 2003 New Orphan Music
Feeling kind of black tonight
The world is very strange
It’s harder than a nail out there
but I’ve never cared
the way I care tonight
A bullet hit some skin I know
A pressure they could not fight
Now I'm in another space
Another time and place
looking for a fight
Let’s go on down
to the riverside
Let’s take our clothes off
Let’s jump on in, jump on in
It might be crazy, I don’t know why
But time’s a-wasting and we’ve
got to go, make a show
let them know
We will baptize their sin
I followed all the news reports
the latest on CNN
The sky is softly falling down
and we go underground
to come back we know not when
There were candles burning silently
Prayers gone up in flames
a witness to the tragedy
that once you see
you’ll never be the same
Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright © 2003 New Orphan Music
Walk out on a bridge at sunset
See the colors in the
slow fading light
Each one tries to stand out
But in the end you find out
what's true
the last color's always blue
I stare out through a broken window
there's a couple walking
down on the street
they're holding hands and talking
I wish to god it were me and you
I've no feeing but blue
There's a wild fire burning
a mind that's turning
a fever running high
when the bough start's breaking
your heart starts aching
and your soul breathes out a sigh
and it's no good questioning why
I'm gonna give in to heartache
let it fill every inch of my soul
let the flame that's burning inside me
swallow you
'till nothing’s left but blue
Last I heard you were at the altar
now there's no sign
of your face anywhere
they say you've gone to Florence
but they told not all that they knew
the candle flame is all blue
Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright © 2003 New Orphan Music
You and me, baby
we’ve got so much going on
There’s a whole lot-a loving
though a little bit goes wrong
Remember all the times when you were very young
when you were afraid, you ran to your mom
When you got older all the rules got changed
now you got me, now you got me, now you got me
There’s a passion moon rising
no more analyzing
slip off to the woods tonight
We could have ourselves a good time
walking on a fine line
darkness such delicious fright
I know it’s hard baby,
but we must keep moving on
We can huddle here together
and just sing a silly song
Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright © 2003 New Orphan Music
I’ve got no business hangin ‘round here
This is the last time, my dear
You got your people
and I’ve got mine
this ain’t the place and it’s not the time
You could be my little war
You could be my everlasting fall
Now that all’s been said and done
We fought the battle that we never won
Now I’m lost in a fight to get back home
Funny how it works out you’re never alone
I’ve got some friends
but I could use some more
Foolishly frantic and frankly, I’m sincere
we had an agenda but it never was clear
Late at night when I’m lying in the dark
I wonder where you got the courage to start
all these affairs never end well anyhow
especially now, especially now
Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright © 2003 New Orphan Music
Let's have a party
Invite our favorite people
Let's call Dudie and Scootie
and Siddy and Zabe
And have a good time
We'll get in Lilly's hot tub
And drink some margaritas
We'll play silly games
'till we drive Joan insane
Then eat brushetta
And when morning comes
Who left their underwear
On the lawn
I know I could be wrong
I don't think it was me
though I would have to agree
I had a pair like that on
But that was last night
When we had that party
It was Von who was drunk
and said that Deane should
jump off that rock at Chilly
Thank god the river's high now
Though it's colder than an iceberg
KT jumped the falls
Then Mo cannonball’d
And that was really weird
Then we heard the knocking
Ranger sheriff on the front porch
It turned out alright
Though it gave us a fright
Let's have another party
Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright © 2003 New Orphan Music
There goes the night train
It’s bound for Boston
Nothing will ever be the same
I feel like I’ve lost one
I’m a fallen down star
but I will carry on tonight
Just come as you are
it’s time I made things right
I won’t ask the question
I won’t like the answer
just one simple question
are you coming home?
When are you coming home?
You know I’d be happy
if I knew you were flying
I’d sing a song of joy and peace
but instead I’m just crying
Come home for the holidays
and humor me
Thanksgiving, Christmas,
and Easter Day
It couldn’t be that hard
Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright © 2003 New Orphan Music
In the morning before we rise
We'll have our little, big surprise
Hopping on our bed
Singing songs that no one
Understands what was said
It's baby bouncing time
Though you say it's a fantasy
It's something very real to me
Darling don't you fret
'Cuz even thought it hasn't
Really happened yet
It's baby bouncing time
Words and Music by Peter Goodman
Copyright © 2003 New Orphan Music |
