"Welcome Me"
Welcome me with open eyes,
Am I not alive, yet unwise?
How I'd love to see your smile,
And in return, give you mine.
Don't let the ones who made it all the way through,
Decide for you, what's true.
Don't let the ones who made it all the way through,
Decide for you, who knew.
I know you can feel my heart,
Beating for you in your own.
Let me bring a light to you,
That you've never known, all alone.
"Refuse to Go"
Long, long awaited,
Man, confused is sick of me,
I'm through.
Here's to you.
When mother's child beckons,
You refuse to go,
Refuse to go.
And all the while, 's painted blue,
But not for you,
Save for you.
All is quiet, all is quiet,
In Washington,
Washington.
"Belong"
Aren't you glad you don't belong,
'Cause it seems like everyone has lost their mind.
But baby you, you put them to shame.
Aren't you glad you don't belong,
'Cause it seems like no one wants to pay their dues.
But baby you, be free as you do.
"Ways to Go"
Mourning calls the wind o'er.
Recently I'm gone.
Free to fall,
Free to fall,
And ways to go.
"You Love Your Phone (revisit)"
What do I care,
That you're sitting right there?
That I could be yours,
Just as you could be mine.
But you wouldn't see me,
Up from your screen,
So I'll be alone,
'Cause you love your phone.
So we'll be alone,
'Cause you love your phone.
"Mr Sarris"
Oh, Mr Sarris with your wingtip shoes,
You've got no time to lose if you've that girl to amuse,
She's got eyes like the stars and her hair's like the rain,
It falls soft, and when it flows it rivers on away,
Oh, Mr Sarris with your,
Oh, Mr Sarris with your,
Mr Sarris with your wingtip shoes.
She walks around in summer evening,
Cared for by the summer breeze,
You can feel her loving smile many miles away.
Well, you gotta hand to her,
The grace she brings to Canonsburg,
Could it be she'll sit awhile with you?
Oh, Mr Sarris with your,
Oh, Mr Sarris with your,
Mr Sarris with your wingtip shoes.
Go 'on, go 'on baker's man,
Find out if you can,
If she's walkin' down the street lookin' for you.
Oh, Mr Sarris, only one thing you can do,
Gotta open up her heart with just a sweet or two,
She'll ask, 'Oh, Mr Sarris with your wingtip shoes,
Do you have something to take away my evening blues?'
Oh, Mr Sarris with your
Mrs Sarris with your,
Mr Sarris with your wingtip shoes.
"Dead or Alive (Eastern Minnesota)"
There's a fog that's hanging over,
So strange for mid-October,
Not to mention Eastern Minnesota.
It looks for me and not the others,
For those of buried under,
And those in Mercer, 'Shoals, and South Dakota.
The sheriff surely knows we're done for,
There's nowhere else for us to run for.
I know I'm wanted dead or alive,
I know I'm wanted dead or alive,
I know I'm wanted dead or alive,
I know I'm wanted dead or alive.
The prison guards will bet the under,
Small a frame as mine, no wonder --
Never been much of a runner.
Mr Heywood doesn't know it,
Or at least he doesn't show it,
A kind of freedom from this heinous goin'.
Well, Jesse never was a soldier,
And neither was his older,
They've only got but six years, and a summer,
Dead or alive.
I know I'm wanted dead or alive,
I know I'm wanted dead or alive,
I know I'm wanted dead or alive.
Out in Eastern Minnesota,
Out in Eastern Minnesota,
There's a fog that's hanging over,
Out in Eastern Minnesota,
Out in Eastern Minnesota.