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