All We Ever Wanted: take the car out tonight meet me by the old playgrounds make two lefts and then a right crickets cheer nocturnal flight all we ever wanted was to just leave home all we ever wanted was to just leave home sit beside me in the dark inhale deep the cool night air exhale dreams in black and white they can not force their will on you and all we ever wanted was to just leave home and all we ever wanted was to just leave home sidewalks sizzle with the rain neon burns behind your eyes the conversations linger on under paparazzi skies satellites wink back at you a serenade in morse code they can not force their will on you the path you forge is yours alone and all you ever wanted was to just leave home and all we ever wanted was to just leave home

Everybody Tells Her That packing tape can’t suffocate his voice from memories nor chase his ghost away from this room she never leaves but it’s not a home – it’s part museum and part shrine a roadblock is all he’s left behind and everybody tells her that, she’s gotta move on sun faded photographs from golden summer days boxes of letters from a devoted fiance recall a time when nothing could bring her to her knees and grief was only make believe and everybody tells her that, she’s gotta move on but in her prime she used to dance along the cracks of broken dreams so dangerous yet ever so serene objects of veneration honor all regrets from that night in Riverside, she swears she caused the wreck and like twin paper lanterns abandoned to the rain her eyes just never shine the same but everybody tells her that, she’s gotta move on

Good Days for Bad Times I don’t care where we’re going I know who I am so hang on to your compass when darkness comes again ’cause last night on Sycamore I barely trusted my eyes your apparition came early to the gravedigger’s surprise but gentle as a fallen snow your torn flag still flies and it’s a wondrous temple to the gods of disguise good days for bad times good days for bad times good days for bad times midnight crept a silent waltz we tried to wake up the moon for shadow play after night fall brings new life to this tomb and your eyes are like switchblades they search among the tombstones with blood lust for weakness my, how your funeral has grown good days for bad times good days for bad times good days for bad times over and over entwined together under and over surrender forever infants of the autumn born of night and of storm who lost it all in an instant in roles we couldn’t perform I lingered on one last kiss the night sang last call stepped out into morning whispered farewell to it all good days for bad times good days for bad times good days for bad times

Galicia hand in hand we walk the cobblestones celebrating the rain that soaks our bones the way we carry on you’d think we’d never cried or couldn’t breathe if we’re not by each other’s side but listen – green hills whisper clues of ancestry the lonely bagpiper’s tune cuts right through me we watch the old man chase his two bulls down the lane when all is said and done in my heart you’ll remain galicia every seed of self belief you give to me becomes a road map for the man I try to be and in this cafe where we pause and sip our wine an act of defiance to the swinging hands of time galicia

Norfolk Street I wandered outside, I needed to know the world was still here under this blanket of snow I sat in the drive ‘cause it’s too hard to sleep When ghosts only whisper of Norfolk Street Not long ago, before I bit my tongue, The salt in the air brought life to these lungs And when days got too hot or our troubles too deep We washed our sins in the waves down Norfolk Street Mosquitos that night clung to your frame And I jealously waited to do just the same The moon was a witness as I told you I’d keep Every promise we made on Norfolk Street But on that last night, I couldn’t close my eyes I watched the thunder brake down as the cicadas cried The water retreats, she sings to the sand Buckets and pails, proud with shovel in hand Driftwood and shells, discoveries to keep Your heart never grows old on Norfolk Street We cut through the park, and the leaves from the trees Litter our footsteps like tears in the breeze You pause and reflect, ask what’s better to keep your heart or your word to Norfolk Street I’m coming home, I’m coming home, I’m coming home

Lyrics All lyrics by Joe Castro. ©2013 mightyjoetunes All We Ever Wanted take the car out tonight meet me by the old playgrounds make two lefts and then a right crickets cheer nocturnal flight all we ever wanted was to just leave home all we ever wanted was to just leave home sit beside me in the dark inhale deep the cool night air exhale dreams in black and white they can not force their will on you and all we ever wanted was to just leave home and all we ever wanted was to just leave home sidewalks sizzle with the rain neon burns behind your eyes the conversations linger on under paparazzi skies satellites wink back at you a serenade in morse code they can not force their will on you the path you forge is yours alone and all you ever wanted was to just leave home and all we ever wanted was to just leave home Everybody Tells Her That packing tape can’t suffocate his voice from memories nor chase his ghost away from this room she never leaves but it’s not a home – it’s part museum and part shrine a roadblock is all he’s left behind and everybody tells her that, she’s gotta move on sun faded photographs from golden summer days boxes of letters from a devoted fiance recall a time when nothing could bring her to her knees and grief was only make believe and everybody tells her that, she’s gotta move on but in her prime she used to dance along the cracks of broken dreams so dangerous yet ever so serene objects of veneration honor all regrets from that night in Riverside, she swears she caused the wreck and like twin paper lanterns abandoned to the rain her eyes just never shine the same but everybody tells her that, she’s gotta move on Good Days for Bad Times I don’t care where we’re going I know who I am so hang on to your compass when darkness comes again ’cause last night on Sycamore I barely trusted my eyes your apparition came early to the gravedigger’s surprise but gentle as a fallen snow your torn flag still flies and it’s a wondrous temple to the gods of disguise good days for bad times good days for bad times good days for bad times midnight crept a silent waltz we tried to wake up the moon for shadow play after night fall brings new life to this tomb and your eyes are like switchblades they search among the tombstones with blood lust for weakness my, how your funeral has grown good days for bad times good days for bad times good days for bad times over and over entwined together under and over surrender forever infants of the autumn born of night and of storm who lost it all in an instant in roles we couldn’t perform I lingered on one last kiss the night sang last call stepped out into morning whispered farewell to it all good days for bad times good days for bad times good days for bad times Galicia hand in hand we walk the cobblestones celebrating the rain that soaks our bones the way we carry on you’d think we’d never cried or couldn’t breathe if we’re not by each other’s side but listen – green hills whisper clues of ancestry the lonely bagpiper’s tune cuts right through me we watch the old man chase his two bulls down the lane when all is said and done in my heart you’ll remain galicia every seed of self belief you give to me becomes a road map for the man I try to be and in this cafe where we pause and sip our wine an act of defiance to the swinging hands of time galicia Norfolk Street I wandered outside, I needed to know the world was still here under this blanket of snow I sat in the drive ‘cause it’s too hard to sleep When ghosts only whisper of Norfolk Street Not long ago, before I bit my tongue, The salt in the air brought life to these lungs And when days got too hot or our troubles too deep We washed our sins in the waves down Norfolk Street Mosquitos that night clung to your frame And I jealously waited to do just the same The moon was a witness as I told you I’d keep Every promise we made on Norfolk Street But on that last night, I couldn’t close my eyes I watched the thunder brake down as the cicadas cried The water retreats, she sings to the sand Buckets and pails, proud with shovel in hand Driftwood and shells, discoveries to keep Your heart never grows old on Norfolk Street We cut through the park, and the leaves from the trees Litter our footsteps like tears in the breeze You pause and reflect, ask what’s better to keep your heart or your word to Norfolk Street I’m coming home, I’m coming home, I’m coming home As Always Is Never Again my pocket’s full of old lint and couch change midnight atlantic city expressway when we were still young swimming pools and the scent of sunscreen new hope streets with a pint of ice cream when did you know that you were letting us go and it all goes by so (soon) summer’s almost over as always is never again the awkward shyness of the silent boy who loves lonliness more than he’d liked to be loved well, where does he go? undressing quickly on your mother’s work days under the covers, mistakes get made and what if she knows? do you think she knows? and it all goes by so (soon) summer’s almost over as always is never again so kiss me as the cars float by on honeysuckle in the night time sky before tomorrow’s promises become yesterday’s lies and it all goes by so (soon) summer’s almost over and it all goes by so (soon) summer’s almost over and it all goes by and it all goes by as always is never again

Why Not Just Give In This Time I never wanted you to tell me I was crazy I never wanted you to tell me I was wrong I never wanted you to look so beautifully lazy I never wanted you to pack up and move home but I’ve got mileage on my side and your legs won’t catch no ride and to swim is suicide why not just give in this time? and these folks across the street dissect the nights they heard us weep they keep their gossip on the cheap why not just give in this time? I never wanted you to become terminally bitter I never wanted you to loose all your lucky charms I never wanted you to be the superstitious sister I never wanted you to feel so vacant in my arm but I’ve got no where left to hide and these friends all wonder why I’m always last to take your side why not just give in this time? take that long walk into town turn their heads then turn around put your brains back in that crown why not just give in this time? I never wanted you to tell me I was crazy I never wanted you to tell me I was wrong I never wanted you to look so beautifully lazy I never wanted you to pack up and move home but these memories of mine are like a nite-lite in my mind for the sleep I left behind why not just give in this time? and I know you’re still sore ’cause the frying pans in the kitchen door but take it on the chin just once more why not just give in this time? why not just give in this time?

we still miss the ones who’ve gone we had a cassette player with the Ramones on asphalt dreams when the days got long and that was all we needed we were picking apart the scabs on our knees from grinding the curbs in the summer breeze and wishing we were bound for California but it’s over that fence and into their pool the neighbors don’t like how we keep cool but hey, rules are over rated and when some are still here you miss the one’s who’ve gone midnight movies and take out food with jason, freddy and michael too hey, anybody here got a lighter? and then black cats echo inside of these walls a firecracker turn style battle royal Never in my life have I laughed harder and some are still here but you miss the one’s who’ve gone and I apologize for mistakes that were mine this shot of Jameson’s for you and the end of our good times so meet me for a drink over the Last Drop ’cause I’ve got a new tune and it just won’t stop playing over and over inside my head thrift shop digging for 517s sound checks, stellas, and guitar strings how long ’til we land in California? sometimes it felt good, sometimes I left mad one day it got ugly and that was that but we new it couldn’t last forever and some are still here but you miss the one’s who’ve gone I can’t say why you left us so soon but I miss every single last one of you please know – you are remembered

Without dreams, we are only sleeping I just don’t know which to believe you or this self doubt tugging at my sleeve but you’re armed with your green eyes eager to deceive when everyone else comes and goes as they please but I’m falling fast, more then I can tell deep in the dark, my confidence fell and I traded my dreams for a good nights sleep don’t write me off until I take this leap tonight I believe in myself but I’m easily fooled gulliable and trusting – yeah, I’m all of that too do you think your exceptional? well l’m sure that it’s true but the world is impatient when it decides to crush you and which way is up? I can’t always tell deep in the dark, my confidence fell and I traded my dreams for a good nights sleep don’t write me off until I take this leap tonight tonight the planes are flying low rattlling frames on the walls below it’s quarter past four and I’m drowning air swells with the threat of rain dampens sheets and weather vanes inside my heart is pounding ignite our dreams in kerosene from suburban nighttime quarantine I’m shadowboxing with ghosts and regrets like dandilions in the wind torn apart to begin again I’ll watch them drown in the sweat I spill this burden of creativity lacerates all sympathy and without dreams we are only sleeping