Say Zuzu 'Every Mile' Lyrics Cliff Murphy - vocals, guitars, banjo, harmonica Jon Nolan - vocals, guitars, piano, wurlitzer, mellotron Tim Nylander - drums, percussion Jon Pistey - bass, defender Visit http://www.sayzuzu.com Lonely (Cliff Murphy) I'm down and out, like I've been dragged around And I've been drained, that's how I feel today. I'd been true to you, but now you say we're through And I didn't see it come. And now we're done. You were my one and only. I feel alone, low, and lonely. I've been ground down, jerked and pushed around And I've seen the truth about selfish you. You were your one and only. I feel alone, low, and lonely. I guess I never knew you. I know that you're fine. I know now you're fine. Now that you've left town and left me here to drown I can see that you were more scared than me. And the pictures that I've seen Of when you were good to me Have grown old, and now I know. When you were my one and only, I was alone, low, and lonely. Grey Donkey Music (ASCAP) Wish me well (Jon Nolan) Broke and standing on the shoulder By an empty station wagon With just my thumb and my Dad's gas can I walk until my dogs are barking I ain't never been much for walking And I ain't ever had a sunburn on my hand How far to go is hard to tell There ain't no map so wish me well Jobs in a kitchen won't get you much Except patience and avarice and wanderlust Kitchen pay won't get you much more I traded the dishes for an '83 wagon Had my dad take a look under the hood He said, 'Take my old gas can, check the oil You should be good. Wish me wide-open roads Wish me a warm place to rest Wish me a life of my own Wish me only happiness I get a ride back from a friendly man Who lifts me back with a full gas can I point her out and we pull up slow I wave my thanks and start to roll (BMI) Glow (Jon Nolan) Leaving New York City On the last night of a long run Even the lights don't seem pretty And you're sleeping all alone This road's patched up like a pair of old jeans With covered over holes and filled in seams. With every mile I love you more I'll be driving into the glow Until the key hits my front door I'll be driving into the glow Lonely conversations I leave you crying on the phone Radio and service stations Seem to stretch a million miles 'til I get home. Feeling beat like a dog - piled up under chains Of hours and miles and waiting games With every mile I love you more I'll be driving into the glow Until the key hits my front door I'll be driving into the glow Dreams don't die they get put up onto shelves By folks who think they'll dream themselves Say that we'll keep trying... Lengthy embraces I brush the hair back from your face Slumber awaits us I drop my coat onto the floor. Good Girl (Cliff Murphy) Got a busted beat-up muffler You can hear it coming when I start it up Before I head home to rest a while before going out again. I hang my head and hope that she might Look my way and think I'm all right, But all I want is to find a good girl before going home. Sometimes I get so scared that I just Can't stop talking to save my life. Other times I get so scared I can't say a word. I hang my head and hope that she might Look my way and think I'm all right. But all I want is to find a good girl before going home. The need for love can somethimes drive you To go on out and search to find it But the need for love can sometimes drive you Down for a while I hang my head and hope that she might Look my way and think I'm all right, But all I want is to find a good girl before going home. Independence Day (Cliff Murphy) Wake up all you dreamers Open all your windows Hang up all your streamers on the 4th of July Come out all you cowards Step outside and shower your praise On the heroes as they march by in the parade. Do you remember how we'd sit, way back in 1976, When the future seemed so bright in the bicentennial? Though I was only four years old I can remember how you'd hold me On your shoulders to watch the men walk by As independence day parades on by again. Stand up all you old men Shake the dust out of your limbs And the memories of better men dying at your side. Still you serve and protect And hide the dark truths in your chest So we all still believe it was neat and clean Do you remember how we'd sit, way back in 1976, When the future seemd so bright in the bicentennial? Though I was only four years old I can remember how you'd hold me On your shoulders to watch the men walk by As independence day parades on by again. There's a beauty in the silence That comes just before the storm blows up And showers all the people along the road. Those who see it coming Into their houses they run As the parade splits and old men duck their heads. Do you remember how we'd sit, way back in 1976, When the future seemed so bright in the bicentennial? Though I was only four years old I can remember how you'd hold me On your shoulders to watch the men walk by As independence day parades on by again. Blue to here (Jon Nolan) Yes I hear you calling I get lost in between my own ears And I can't even hear myself that well We're sitting on the porch While the sun goes down Listening to the cars As they creep through town When they slip away Off into the dusk Not the least of it Is lost on us It's a long way down It's a long way down my dear But it's a long long way From Blue... to here. We step out to get a bite We open up the door and are greeted By a cheery, talking, laughing, working crowd There's a man sitting on a crate By a kitchen door On a short smoke break For a 'Minute more...' Flicks his cigarette Off into the breeze And the last wisp of smoke Slips up to the trees When I'm far away and I close my eyes I hope that I awake to find you by my side. You don't know me (Cliff Murphy) If I came away unscathed, would I open up my heart Just to watch you stamp it out again? Will I feel the way I do When oh-so many secrets held in for so long Finally are revealed? You don't know me now, You don't know me any, I could see you falling for me, Then you ran. Will I stand alone again, twisting in the wind, Like a weed alone below some cold dark river? Or am I beaten down too hard to open up again, And will I die a lonely, old, and bitter man? You don't know me now, You don't know me any, I could see you falling for me, Then you ran. Don't leave (Cliff Murphy) Left home at twenty-two, Found out that money and dues Were all he had to pay for being on his own. Couldn't afford a box-spring bed, At night he felt like his dreams all turned up dead, And all his waiting for a break was all in vain. Don't leave me now, Don't lead me down, Don't ever let me go, Good God, I'll be alone, Don't leave me in the cold When my heart's so full of holes. Slipped up on the job some days, Overslept and he'd go in late, All the while tryin' to catch a break and start all over again His girlfriend had let him go And all the signs were there to show, His friends tried hard to soften the blow But he denied it all somehow. Don't leave me now, Don't lead me down, Don't ever let me go, Good God, I'll be alone, Don't leave me in the cold When my heart's so full of holes. All the time he'd had to waste... All the words he'd left untasted... All the times he'd tried to break away and run... Time passed and he found a wife Who brought him joy, but still he'd wake some nights Saying "Don't go...don't go" Sugarbowl (Jon Nolan) You're a sugarbowl, Baby 'Cause everything you do is just so sweet You're a seet dream darlin' And I hide you behind my eyes when I sleep When I'm gone I turn my pillow Toward your side - it's true It's not the same here without you I'm bone tired today But I'm awake here just the same Deck of cards - time to drive - time to think It only makes you sink You're a phone line feeling Breaking up the miles away from home I'm a Piggy Bank Baby Saving you up wherever I go I'm bone tired today But I'm awake here just the same Greasy guitar strings Let's see what it all brings You're a slow waltz sweetheart I'm a foot on your foot fool for you You're a sugarbowl Baby 'Cause sweet is everything you do Doldrums (Jon Nolan) Pauly workds at one of them 'You call - we haul' places Friday nights he round 'em up down by the bars Where th drunks can't stand up, Let alone drive away their cars And he gets fifty bucks every time he takes a ride Eight years old - his Mom was dead and gone Pop worked at the drink tank slingin' booze 'til dawn He'd sit in a back booth where people carved their names And watched the people play their stupid people games. Drifting in the doldrums again Waiting on some wind to come Mary Frank is Rosy all the time Her skin like a snowfall - hair like a coalmine Opens the restaurant every five am Turns the key and Pauly comes walking in He brightens up again everytime she smiles She makes some breakfast and they sit and talk awhile The days come so slow Love lingers - lays so low Whickever way the wind does blow Let it blow The sky is clothed in violet Mary holds her own hand waiting on a ring Pauly waits to see what the next day will bring around, To see what the wind will bring Postcard (Jon Nolan) Sitting at a bus stop clutching to a postcard Feeling on fire He never told her anything He always kept it short and sweet Holding distance safely Now he's building up his walls again Always planning on the end Summer ends with a fall 'Til there's no colors at at Lonely, wishing She was close by now It's such a long way there Back to Colchester County He envisions her waiting With more explanations His eyes work it over again - Her tangled handwriting No love given - no love lost The strangers seem closer than anyone that he knows He pulls his coat closer and he stares out the window The hours make him shiver as the bus tumbles on 'Til he sees her waiting and feels his cheek in her palm. Lonely, wishing She felt close by now. Still (Cliff Murphy) Days come dripping like rain from the gutters Into alleyways and roads, then running down hill Still you walk and breath the ghosts Of those that you had loved the most And wonder in your heart if they're doing all right. Still you wish to wake beside her, Or feel her climb in bed beside you, Or wish that you could make here smile. Still it hurts to think of her goodbye. Questions they will drip and fall Like water through and old rock wall, Or a spigot that you can't shut off, Though you keep on turning. Still you wish to run and hide And tell yourself that you never tried Though you know full well it's a blatant lie, Sometimes it seems easier. Still you wish to wake beside her, Or feel her climb in bed beside you, Or wish that you would make her smile. Still it hurts to think of her goodbye. So you watch the kids come home from school Across the street feeling like they're freed from pens, And digging into desks. But your heart feels like it's been gauged out And still you can't believe that somebody so good Could make you feel so bad. So you wonder if love's a toy you broke, Or someone's mean and rotten joke Meant to slip you up, or trip you down, And dump you on your head. And the thing that frightens you the most Is still you haven't got a clue And worst of all you know that it ain't for a lack of tryin'. And you know you'll never wake beside her, Or feel her climb in bed beside you, Or wish that you would make her smile, And you'll always hurt to think of her goodbye.