Actress:
Your face never changes and neither does your course\
round and round you go like a carousel horse
up and pown in your circle- you can never be sure/who you can trust so the face stays with you…chorus:
Just once I wish you’d show- the ugly girl inside you know= the one you fear will spoil the show- actress..actress…
Reciting your lines- afraid of the lights- inside your shadow and what it might shine on you- in and out of favor- I can never win with you- but you know this story so why even begin–chorus
I don’t know why….I don’t know why- I believed you….actress…
Kiillingsworth Street:
Trying to do the right thing I said
even tho’ it mostly felt right in my head
Red wine nites and fights -my parents war
missing something but missing you more- miss you more-
Chorus: So I’m walkin this beat- out on Killingsworth street-wondering if you miss me and what you’re thinking- yes I’m killing an hour- but it’s out of my power to stay is to lie- to leave keeps making me cry…
Grey of the warehouse walls tick-tocks on by…as my eyes try to stall for some time- time to see a different truth- one that won’t keep on hurting you- ChorusSo it’s the rock and it;s the hard place…So I’ve become another cliche…I can’t say what it is that’s missing- still want you here but she wants you there so go see- you better go see- Chorus
Paper Tiger:
all the silver clouds with black linings I made…flying with the dreams I’d shoved away…all the times I said that’s ok, in stead of reaching for what I knew I needed…
Hey paper tiger, I’m through letting you chase me down…and the times I held you by the tail to -just feel alive…now I haven’t got the time…
how much looking over my shoulder- how much keeping my eye on the door? How could I believe in so much shadow? when the light was all I was looking for-
safety in the numbers of- calling on a prophet I could trust..to keep from getting my hopes up- well I think I’ve had enough-
all the stories I sold to myself- everything you said like gospel to me-it might as well have been written across the sky- like my own version of Surrender Dorothy…
now I haven’t got the time…
