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