life leftover
I’m hot enough to melt some gold
you’re cooling down you just made a mountain of snow
you’re curled up body heat
I’m driving home on an icy street
its not late enough for bed, so I will stay up instead
this night leftover is all I get
I’m old enough to better know
the easy parts will never show
and beware of talking in your sleep
and drinking more doesn’t make you deep
let’s not wait around for death
to show us how well we have lived
this life leftover is all we get, yes
this life leftover is all we get
we’re on the same wave,
you’re icing on the cake
I promise I won’t steer you wrong
I’m already there
you paid me very well
and I will be on par before you know
so tell me what is this for?
it walks and talks and crawls on the floor
Its all so simple and so sweet
when less is more than it needs to be
I’m unable to be sure if what I am saying is true
but this life leftover will never tell, yes
this life leftover you’ll never guess
in the garden
in the land of interstates
I will wait in the garden
invitation has been made
bring a date to the party
but you want to be right on time
everybody’s on the way
whether or not they know it
feel the warm in an embrace
there is space in the garden
where the song is always one
and the birds sing what they want
take another breath and say, “I will wait in the garden”
carried away
you were riding the wave now you’re coming up for air
and the sky it looks fake, but you must be somewhere
don’t get carried away in the past its not there
don’t get carried away in the past its not fair
just another walk on the pavement
leaves no tracks and no trails
I saw in other hands and my own
all the things that can’t be held
don’t get carried away in the past its not there
don’t get carried away in the past its not fair
turn it off, get sleep
watch the company you keep
stay swift on those feet
how close can we be?
don’t get carried away in the past its not there
don’t get carried away in the past its not fair
enough
I was waiting for the moment to be perfectly clear
when the world would stop and let me catch up
in the place of every moment that has left you in need
enough, enough, enough
you were watching in the morning for the sun to appear
on the way to work you’re singing along
and your voice is something that I can just never hear
enough, enough, enough
whats the point in trying to save any money,
when you would only waste it on yourself?
seems impossible to get ahead
when you are only making just enough
when the fire is just an ember now and you’re getting cold
but you never feel like wandering off
you can be pretty certain that the person you hold
is enough, enough, enough
whats the point in trying to save any money,
when you would only waste it on yourself?
seems impossible to get ahead
when you are only making just enough
heaven knows
heaven knows you got me started
heaven knows you got me going
I knew we found the right sounds
when you pulled me out from the ground
heaven knows you got the goods
and I know you have the class
to put yourself first and last
lets go home and undress
and you know in terms of likeness
you are ranking off the scales
improving everything you touch
lets go home and be friends, yeah
lets go home and be friends
heaven knows I’m better looking
when you got me by your side
now everyone would like some
but lets go home and be alone, yeah
lets go home and be alone
questions
it takes a lot of work to not be burnt
save a minute for your man
it takes a lot of time to know your mind
save an hour for yourself
you ask a lot of questions for someone who knows
it takes a lot of nerve to not be heard
it takes a lot of patience to be patient
and now your words have no reward
you’re better off without them
just trust in me
you ask a lot of questions for someone who knows
different people
- originally titled “(there’s a lot of different kind of) people in the world”
written by earl lett (Beantown Music BMI), additional lyrics by carl broemel
there’s a lot of different kind of people in the world
there’s the good and the bad, the happy and the sad
a lot of different kind of people in the world
oh what kind of man are you?
yeah what kind of man are you?
are you good, are you bad?
are you happy are you sad?
there’s a lot of different kind of people in the world
been to many places, I’ve seen a lot of things
one day I realized that people are not the same
I don’t try to change them to be like me
‘cause their way’s for them, and my way’s for me
there’s a lot of different kind of people in the world
there’s the makers and the breakers
the givers and the takers
a lot of different kind of people in the world
oh what kind of man are you?
yeah what kind of man are you?
are you good, are you bad?
are you happy are you sad?
there’s a lot of different kind of people in the world
back at home I sit and pray
that we can get along from day to day
always fighting about every little thing
arguing seems to be a popular thing
don’t blame other people for what they may do
‘cause their way’s for them and your way’s for you
there’s the mormans and the shakers
the christians and the quakers
there’s the krishnas and the catholics
agnostics and the baptists
there’s the muslims and the jews
the rastas and the hindu
there’s confucians and the zen
us against them
a lot of different kind of people in the world
sunday drivers
sunday drivers stole my keys
friendly fire tore my jeans
oh what in the world is happening to me?
I know you fall
when you’re trying to walk
and I know your faults
you’re perfectly wrong
television with rabbit ears
never really comes in clear
fair weather whether anytime of year
I know you fall
when you’re trying to walk
and I know your faults
you’re perfectly wrong
in your own way
method actors pour my drinks
and tight rope walkers with two left feet
are fairweather whether everyone you meet
on the case
I saw an old man hold out his hand
and I didn’t care at all
but spot a stray dog that’s probably lost
and I’ll stop the car
I know that something’s off but I can’t stop
rolling my golden way
the past has long been prologue
but I am on the case
everywhere I go they’re trying to raise some dough
but I didn’t give a dime
I spent eighty bucks on four bottles of wine
and I didn’t bat an eye
I know that something’s off but I can’t stop
rolling my golden way
the past has long been prologue
but I am on the case
scary how easy it is to waste the day
staring at a screen
while gathering dust the stack of unfinished books
that I’ll have to start again
I know that something’s off but I can’t stop
rolling my golden way
the past has long been prologue
but I am on the case
retired
weeds are growing in beds by the water
someone is swimming out in the harbour
a twinkling lighthouse is guiding a ship off to sea
the wind is blowing the sails from the east
down in the cabin you’re fixing some tea
to classical music you’re dancing a waltz on your own
retired
the moon is glowing behind a red rock
your camera takes another long shot
you find you’re alone but you don’t really feel like you are
the drives may be long but your radio works
your back seat is filled up with all of your books
you brought your keyboard in case you write a song
retired
sitting up late with my lady and dog
wondering when the baby will talk
we see her enough so she probably remembers your name
the smells of dinner and paint in the air
at four in the morning you’re still laying there
asleep on the couch, you wake up and rub your eyes
time to retire
All songs written by Carl Broemel and published by Chrysalis Music o/b/o East of Western Music (ASCAP) except “Different People” by Earl Lett Beantown Music (BMI)
