Past the Point of Talking

I’d like to talk with you, past the point of talking

’Til we both had nothing left to say

By the old canal we’d sit awhile, silent in the gloaming

Quiet in the knowing what we knew

 

Mmh - mmh,    mmh - mmh,    mmh - mmh, c’mon love

I’d like to talk with you, Past the point of talking

 

There’s water spilling through that dam down to Paradise

And it keeps running out to the sea

We can’t stop it, no one can, it’s bound by gravity

Not like you and me, it’s got no choice

 

Mmh - mmh,    mmh - mmh,    mmh - mmh, c’mon love

There’s water spilling through that dam, it’s got no choice

 

And I’ve been walking down a cold and empty road

You’ve been somewhere out there too

Could we take some time, catch up with ourselves

Tell each other stories that we know

Oh, tell me every story that you know

     

I’m watching swallows catching flies, through fading light

I’m waiting for the stars to appear

I’m looking for what’s left unsaid, even only once

I’m waiting for the words to make it clear

 

Mmh - mmh,    mmh - mmh,    mmh - mmh, c’mon love

I’m looking for what’s left unsaid, even only once

 

Mmh - mmh - mmh - mmh

Mmh - mmh - mmh - mmh

Mmh - mmh - mmh - mmh

Mmh - mmh - mmh - mmh

Mmh - mmh - mmh - mmh

Out There

Way up on the mountain

Clouds hang in the trees

Care not for my sorrow

Care not for me

 

Out there, there’s a blackbird

Calling out a new day

Time runs like a river

Carry it away

 

Way down in the valley

Lies a meadow golden warm

Gives me no direction

Though I see that coming storm

 

Out there, there’s a coyote

Looking for easy prey

Time runs like a river

Carry it away

 

And out there, there’s a coyote

A blackbird, a new day

Time runs like a river

Carry it away

Fresh Wounds

The smile on my son’s elbow, the latest of a few

His greatest trophy in 16 years of pushing boundaries to

Limits of the most extreme, the highest one can go

Even in a parking lot on old Zamboni snow

 

Heading for the Emergency, he’s checking out the stairs

Wondering if they’re possible, hoping that he’ll dare

Fresh wounds mean new glory, and he’s never gonna die

Fresh wounds mean new glory, and he’s never gonna die

Have you never wanted just to feel the rush, damn the consequences?

In between the ground and the clouds above, you will find you’re weightless

We all end in the same cold place, though I don’t believe it

You’re caught up in your own brief race

So that’s how we’ll leave it

 

So he wears that smile and it’s staple marks, ignores his father’s short remarks

On backwoods trails and freestyle parks, he’s headed for the sky

And he may come back broke and bloody, look at me and say “I’m sorry”

For once I’ll hold my tongue and help him build another scar

 

Heading for the Emergency, he’s checking out the stairs

Wondering if they’re possible, thinking that he’ll dare

Fresh wounds mean new glory, and he’s never gonna die

Fresh wounds mean new glory, and he’s never gonna die

Demons

Tell me all of your secrets
I’ll tell you mine - all of them
Show me all of your darkness
It can’t be worse than mine - I’ll show you

Let’s let our demons out
Let’s let them run around
Get to know each other well
Let’s let our elements
Collide like continents
Make a mountain, make a mess

And everything, everything, everything that you were looking for
Could be under stones that you’ve never turned over to see
And anything, anything, anything that you were hoping for
Could be there or not if it’s not then it wasn’t to be

Let’s let our demons out
Let’s let them run around
Get to know each other well
Let’s let our elements
Collide like continents
Make a mountain, make a mess
Let’s let it be what it wants to be
That’s enough, that’s enough 
That’s enough

Ragged Little Boys

A stick came up in the corner and caught my eye

Five stitches later I’m the hero of the second line

I’m hoping for a scar big enough to show

I’m going to be the next Beliveau

Saturday stretches out like an endless sea

 

Running like a pack on the Royal hill

Ragged little boys working on our skills

We don’t know much but we know what matters

Trying our best and we’re gonna get better

 

Basement hallways always streaked in black

Saving all my money for a second-hand pair of Super Tacks

There’s that house and that guy’s rich

But he can’t shoot like Mahovlich

And his mother won’t let him roam these streets with us

 

2313 Ste. Catherine

Ours are the gods who’d always win

Communion was a holy swear word on our tongue

There was an old man in a book I read

Standing on the shore while the sea turned red, he said

How do we get that back?

How do we get that back?

 

The year the snow plows went on strike was the year of record snow

Every morning on the radio they’d tell us school was closed

Suspended in the wild of growing up

All our faith in a frozen puck

We couldn’t care much less how thin that ice was

No, we couldn’t care much less how thin that ice was

 

Running like a pack on the Royal hill

Ragged little boys working on our skills

We don’t know much but we know what matters

Trying our best and we’re gonna get better

There’s only one game and it’s more than that

It’s the air we breathe and the dreams we have

Bouncing off each other in a rough-and-tumble

Ragged little boys in an urban jungle

 

Slap shot top left, wrist shot right

Snap shot short side, dekes that might

Fool the keeper, give us the red light

We’re gonna fool the keeper, give us the red light

Zephyr

We’ll head out to the island, boat across the lake

Skim across the water and we’ll make a perfect wake

Collapses as we slow up to the shore

Barefoot on that ancient stone once more

 

The western side see every kind of weather

Every wind from Hurricane to Zephyr

Blows through the cracks and etches every line

And you stained the boat house at least fourteen times

 

The wind and the pine and the rock and the water

Are not searching for the truth, they’re not looking for the answer

Still I can’t but wonder where you are

Still I wonder where you are

 

And everything is just as you left it

That hammer’s hanging right where it should

Every twisted root on the way to Sunset Rock

The quiet in the morning, standing on the dock

 

There’s a photo on the fridge and you are looking at the lake

A summer boy with nothing on his mind

Out on the point the sun is shining gently still

The waves  are running constantly by

The wind and the pine and the rock and the water

Are not searching for the truth, they’re not looking for the answer

The wind and the pine and the rock and the water

Are not searching for the truth, they’re not looking for the answer

Still I can’t but wonder where you are

Still I wonder where you are