Sure Uncertainty
Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams
© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP
Standing outside in the pouring rain and I don’t know if I’ll see you again.
But I still think we could turn it around tonight.
As she heads to the door. . . . she screams, “I want more !
You know I’ve told you before. . . I can’t take this !”
“You’ll never change and I’m tired of your games.
I think I’m going insane. I can’t take this.”
I look away having nothing to say
same old shit different day. I can’t fake it.
Well then O.K., she’ll be leaving today . . .
Well, living this way. . . . I won’t make it.
And I Stand here in the pouring rain and I don’t know if I’ll see you again.
But I still think we could turn it around tonight.
Cause what we’ve got isn’t clear to some. Did we do it for love ? Did we do it for fun ?
But they don’t know and how do we expect them to see ?
That what we have. . . . . is a sure uncertainty.
And I’m just not gonna sit here and take this
Cause I still think we have a chance.
Just can’t believe the party’s over
Before we’ve even begun to dance
So I turn to say “we can’t end it this way
And if you’ll only stay. . . we can make it !
With that one certain glance, we could find the romance
If you’d just give me a chance . . . . I won’t waste it !
And I Stand here in the pouring rain and I don’t know if I’ll see you again.
But I still think we could turn it around tonight.
Cause what we’ve got isn’t clear to some. Did we do it for love ? Did we do it for fun ?
But they don’t know and how do we expect them to see ?
That what we have. . . . . is a sure uncertainty.
A House You Can't Call Home
Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams
© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP
You’ve got big city dreams, but you ain’t got the means
You’re stuck in a town that’s just too small, to give you what you need.
You can’t count all the stars here at night. You’d rather have city lights.
But city lights don’t shine that bright around here.
Where did you go wrong ? What did you do ?
How did you end up in this place ?
Do you want some company. . . or, would you rather be alone . . .
In a house you can’t call home.
You never knew what you wanted. Never knew why you were runnin’
You made a wrong turn somewhere and it seems you ani’t got nuthin’
You made promises you wish you didn’t have to keep
Every night you pray you’ll wake up somewhere else before you fall asleep
Where did you go wrong ? What did you do ?
How did you end up in this place ?
Do you want some company. . . or, would you rather be alone . . .
In a house you can’t call home.
Down
Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams
© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP
It’s a bitch. . . . when you’re living a life that won’t fit.
When you’ve tried but you’re so sick of it
That you wish you could just walk away.
Always late. . . . cause all your clocks have different times.
Lying to your self’s not gonna hide
Nothing matters to you at the end of your day.
So come on man, let go. There are better things down the road.
And everyone who knows you knows it’s hard to be around
Someone who’s always bringing ‘em. . . down.
In a cage . . . but, you can still see the sky
You’ve got wings but you can’t fly
Seems that where you are is where you’ll stay.
So come on man, let go. There are better things down the road.
And everyone who knows you knows it’s hard to be around
Someone who’s always bringing ‘em. . . down.
It’s a mistake . . . for you to keep that hate
For you to keep that hate. Don’t you know it’s not too late
For you to get away ?
So come on man, let go. There are better things down the road.
And everyone who knows you knows it’s hard to be around
Someone who’s always bringing ‘em. . . down.
Queen Of Nowhere
Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams
© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP
You’re the Queen of Nowhere. The local superstar. . . yeah you are.
You’re the Queen of Nowhere... loving where you are . . . where you are.
Kingdoms these days are hard to find, but you’ve found yours right here.
Dancing and drinking, not too much thinking, Past the next round of beers.
I’ve never seen someone act like a queen, but you rule this bar tonight.
Where the path to the throne is lit by the glow of a hundred neon lights.
You’re the Queen of Nowhere. The local superstar. . . yeah you are.
You’re the Queen of Nowhere... loving where you are . . . where you are.
Six days a week no one cares who you are, so you’re livin’ for Friday night.
When you dance all night in the local bar It’s a little piece of sky, but you’re the brightest star.
You’re the Queen of Nowhere. The local superstar. . . yeah you are.
You’re the Queen of Nowhere... loving where you are . . . where you are.
It's Important To Me
Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams
© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP
You know it’s what I’ve always wanted. You know exactly how I feel
You know I’ve never tried to hide it. Now it looks like it might be for real.
You know I’ve always done it safely. You know I’ve played by all the rules.
You know I’ve tried to make you happy. So please don’t make me play the fool.
Well as this dream comes into view. . . resentment creeps all over you.
So tell me what you gonna do . . . if I start reachin’ and hopin’ ?
Now I can feel it. Now I can see it. I can almost taste it . . .
Why can’t you see . . . it’s important to me ?
I know you think that I’m a liar. I know you wish that I could change.
I know I’m not what you envisioned. How could our love become so strange ?
But when the walls come crashing down, you know I’ll always be around
To get you back on solid ground, if you need me or want me to.
You know I’ve promised. . . . well let’s be honest.
You kept your distance. . . . why did you ??
Now I can feel it. Now I can see it. I can almost taste it . . . Why can’t you ?
We could be flyin’. . . instead we’re crying. . . Got to keep on trying . . . to break through.
Why can’t you see . . . it’s important to me ?
Why can’t you see . . . it’s important to me ? Why can’t you see ?
Drive
Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams
© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP
So you say you're happy, and your life is going fine
Coping with the daily struggles of life's little offbeat rides.
So you feel like bragging, now you're feeling full of pride.
Well I was there with you my friend don't let your head
get too wide.
It's your ride; You don't have to sit in that seat
You should drive; the perspective can't be beat.
All along this winding road, many things we can’t control.
Each and every waking day, you’ll have a chance to drive your way.
It's your ride; You don't have to sit in that seat
You should drive; the perspective can't be beat.
(So you say you’re happy, So you say you’re happy)
(So you say you’re happy, So you say you’re happy)
It's your ride; You don't have to sit in the backseat
You can drive; got to keep it on the street.
It's your ride; You don't have to sit in that seat
You should drive; the perspective can't be beat.
Or so they tell me, now
This Town's Been Mean
Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams
© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP
This town’s been mean. . . . This town’s been mean. . . .
It’s been mean to you and me.
How could I have run so fast, and got left so far behind ?
How could I have looked so hard for something I didn’t find ?
And I don’t know why, I can’t help you when you cry.
And I don’t know how to fix these broken things. . .
This town’s been mean. . . . This town’s been mean. . . .
It’s breaking you and me.
All the better parts of me are the parts I give away.
Now I have gone empty and there’s nothing I can save.
And I don’t know why, everything I say sounds like a lie
And nothing that I have right now is mine. . .
Cuz’ this damn town’s mean. . . Cuz’ this town’s been mean. . .
Cuz’ this damn town’s mean. . Cuz’ this damn town’s mean. . .
And I don’t know why, I can’t help you when you cry.
And I don’t know how to fix these broken dreams. . .
This town’s been mean. . . . This town’s been mean. . . .
This town’s been mean. . . . This town’s been mean. . . .
This town’s been mean. . . . This town’s been mean. . . .
It’s been mean to you and me.
How could I have run so fast, and got left so far behind ?
How could I have looked so hard for something I didn’t find ?
And I don’t know why, I can’t help you when you cry.
And I don’t know how to fix these broken things. . .
This town’s been mean. . . . This town’s been mean. . . .
It’s breaking you and me.
All the better parts of me are the parts I give away.
Now I have gone empty and there’s nothing I can save.
And I don’t know why, everything I say sounds like a lie
And nothing that I have right now is mine. . .
Cuz’ this damn town’s mean. . . Cuz’ this town’s been mean. . .
Cuz’ this damn town’s mean. . Cuz’ this damn town’s mean. . .
And I don’t know why, I can’t help you when you cry.
And I don’t know how to fix these broken dreams. . .
This town’s been mean. . . . This town’s been mean. . . .
This town’s been mean. . . . This town’s been mean. . . .
Bleeding On Paper
Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams
© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP
The heaviest part of my brain is the stain that remains. . . . burned in part, by you.
Chasing memories of the past, I seem to have come at last on less of what was true.
Still I reach for you and find that you’re not there.
Dreams just can’t replace these feelings of despair.
Bleeding on paper. . . let the feelings flow.
Bleeding on paper. . . the only way I know.
Writing it down now maybe, makes it all seem to me.
That real life is much harder than my dreams.
The heaviest part of my brain is the stain that remains. . . . burned in part, by you.
Still I reach for you and find that you’re not there
Dreams just can’t replace these feelings of despair.
Bleeding on paper. . . let the feelings flow.
Bleeding on paper. . . the only way I know.
Bleeding on paper. . . Bleeding on paper. . .
Bleeding on paper. . .
Missing You
Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams
© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP
I think you know what you meant to me. You shared a dream that set me free.
You gave my life a new outlook. You added more than pages to my book.
Deep in my heart there's a piece of you. Your pearls of wisdom ring so true.
To you my friend from high above, thanks for the memories friendship and love.
Missing you more each day gone by.
The wound won’t heal no matter how hard I cry.
Feels so selfish wishing you were here, tethered to your life of fear.
Realizing evermore that you’re better off in the end.
I’m just missing you my friend.
Missing you more each day gone by.
The wound won’t heal no matter how hard I cry.
Feels so selfish wishing you were here, tethered to your life of fear.
Realizing evermore that you’re better off in the end.
Just thought you should know. . . I’m still missing you, my friend.
Just thought you should know. . . .