Her hair falling all around me, I smile and shake my head
Must have been the rolling sea

You probably think this song is about you
It’s only life after all

Homecoming (Walter’s Song) ~Vienna Teng~
It’s desert ice outside but this diner has thawed my ears
Hot coffee in a clean white mug and a smile when the waitress hears
That I was born in North Carolina
Not an hour from her home town
And we used to play the same pizza parlor pinball And there’s a glance in time suspended as I wonder how it is
We’ve been swept up just by circumstance to where the coyote lives
Where my days are strips of highway
And she’s wiping tables down
Holding on and still waiting for that windfall

But I’ve come home
Even though I’ve never had so far to go
I’ve come home I pay the check and leave the change from a crumpled ten-dollar bill
Head across the street where vacancy is burning in neon still
Well the night eats up my body heat
And there’s no sign of another
And I find myself slipping down into that black

But things are good, I’ve got a lot of followers of my faith
I’ve got a whole congregation living in my head these days
And I’m preaching from the pulpit
To cries of “Amen brother”
Closing my eyes to feel the warmth come back And I’ve come home
Even though I swear I’ve never been so alone
I’ve come home

I just want to be living as I’m dying
Just like everybody here
Just want to know my little flicker of time is worthwhile
And I don’t know where I’m driving to
But I know I’m getting old
And there’s a blessing in every moment every mile Thin white terry bars of soap and a couple little plastic cups
Old Gideons Bible in the nightstand drawer saying “Go on open up”
Well I’ll kneel down on the carpet here
Though I never was sure of God
Think tonight I’ll give Him the benefit of the doubt

I switch off the lights and imagine that waitress outlined in the bed
Her hair falling all around me
I smile and shake my head
Well we all write our own endings
And we all have our own scars
But tonight I think I see what it’s all about Because I’ve come home
I’ve come home

Some old salty ~Lal Waterson & Oliver Knight~
Some old salty, how he used to rock me.
Jelly Roll or Jerry Lee, how he used to rock me. Salt fare, North Sea,
Weird stare, further than the eye can see.
He had a head like a toy shop, bow legged stance off,
Must have been the rolling sea.

Some old salty, how he used to rock me.
Jelly Roll or Jerry Lee, how he used to rock me. Hull Fair waltzers, bopping to Brenda Lee.
River boat jazz cruise, jiving to the Two-Nineteen.

Some old salty, how he used to rock me.
Jelly Roll or Jerry Lee, how he used to rock me. Down there for dancing, come on Mr Chester please.
Play “Deliah’s gone” for one more round, some old salty’s on his feet.

Some old salty, how he used to rock me.
Jelly Roll or Jerry Lee, how he used to rock me. Salt fare, North Sea,
Weird stare, further than the eye can see.
He had a head like a toy shop, bow legged stance off,
Must have been the rolling sea.

Some old salty, how he used to rock me.
Jelly roll or Jerry Lee, how he used to rock me.
Down the Abercrombie
You’re so vain ~Carly Simon~
You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you? You had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you? I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you? Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you’re where you should be all the time
And when you’re not, you’re with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and

You’re so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you? Don’t you?
Closer to fine ~Indigo Girls~
I’m trying to tell you something about my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white
The best thing you’ve ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously, it’s only life after all
Well darkness has a hunger that’s insatiable
And lightness has a call that’s hard to hear
I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it, I’m crawling on your shore. I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There’s more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine. I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry or see a B-grade movie
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind, got my paper
And I was free. I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There’s more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine. I stopped by the bar at 3 a.m.
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend
I woke up with a headache like my head against a board
Twice as cloudy as I’d been the night before
I went in seeking clarity. I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There’s more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine. I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There’s more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine. We go to the bible, we go through the workout
We read up on revival and we stand up for the lookout
There’s more than one answer to these questions
pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine