Up All Night

LONDON STILL (written by Donna Simpson)

I wonder if you can pick up
My accent on the phone
When I call across the country
When I call across the world
I see you in my kitchen
I can picture you now
As you toast to your small town
And you drink the happy hour
I’m in London still
I’m in London still
I’m in London still

I took the tube over to Camden
To wander around
I bought some funky records
With that old motown sound
And I miss you like my left arm
That’s been lost in a war
Today I dream of home and not of London anymore
I’m in London still
I’m in London still
Yeah I’m in London still

You know it’s ok
I’m kinda happy here for now
I think I’ve finally grown up
And got myself a lover now
If I ever come home and I, I think I will
I hope you’re gonna want to hang
At my place on Sundays still
Oh yeah I hope you will
‘Cause I’m in London still

You know we got it sorted
We really got it down
To a fine art on Sunday
In our sleepy Sunday town
I wonder what I’m missing
I think of songs I’ve never heard
I’m dreaming of your voices
And I’m dreaming of your herb
I’m in London still
I’m in London still
I’m in London still
Oh I’m in London still
La la la la London still
I’m in London…

FOURTH FLOOR (written by Josh Cunningham)

On the fourth floor of the building
In a shallow window box
She’s digging in the soil with a silver spoon
Her hands inside rubber gloves
Planting seeds pulling out weeds
The cycle of life is complete
Who would’ve thought it in a city of stone
Four floors above the street

I cannot tell what kind of flowers they are
I’m too far below on the street
But the colour they add to the building so drab
Brings a warm splash of welcome relief
Something worthwhile for the sun to shine on
A reason to radiate heat
Well that small window box puts a skip in my feet
Four floors below on the street

For every good seed she plants in the soil
There’s a dozen bad waiting to grow
To strangle the goodness she’s trying to nurture
And kill all the seed that she’s sown
Every time you water the garden you also water the weeds
A profound illustration of sin and temptation
Four floors above the street

Some people don’t understand why she does it
Some people look for a reason
Maybe she just likes the feel of the soil
Or keeping in tune with the seasons
Maybe she has so much pride in herself
Got to keep it all visually pleasing
A small paradise in a world of concrete
Four floors above the street

A small paradise in a world of concrete
A small paradise in a world of concrete
A small paradise in a world of concrete
Four floors above the street

UP ALL NIGHT (written by Josh Cunningham)

Watched the sun sinking low
Watched the moon rising slow
Watched it move across the sky
Till I saw the morning light

Up all night
Up all night
Things just don’t seem right
Lordy I think I might
Stay up all night

We were young long ago
Now there’s ash where the fire glowed
Cold and grey, black as night
I’m waiting for the morning light

Up all night
Up all night
Things just don’t seem right
Lordy I think I might
Stay up all night

Watched the sun sinking low
I watched the moon rising slow
Watched it move across the sky
Till I saw the morning light

Up all night
Up all night
Things just don’t seem right
Lordy I think I might
Stay up all night

Stay up all night

HIGHWAY ONE (written by Donna Simpson)

Highway 1, 12 hour drive
I got a place I do call mine
I got me a space where I can breathe
I got my garden I got my trees

And if you’re ever out this way
And if you still recall my name
You know I’m not that hard to find
I live on Highway 1, 12 hour drive

And we’re gonna be
Eating fish from a coal fire
And we’re gonna be
Sleepin outside
Till the fires coal
Or till it gets too cold

But if you come through late at night
I’ll leave on my bedside light
I’m down the hall and to the right
Baby you can creep in and wake me up

And we’re gonna be
Eating fish from a coal fire
And we’re gonna be
Sleepin outside
Till the fires coal
Or till it gets too cold

You know it’s doubtful I will tell
Where my love and I do lay
Or where my flowers grow
Highway 1, 12 hour drive
Highway 1, 12 hour drive
Highway 1, 12 hour drive
I live on Highway 1, 12 hour drive

THREE DOWN (written by Vikki Simpson)

Three months on the road
But I’ve still got four more to go

There’s a full moon and it’s rising over Austin
I can see a big old Texas flag flying in the wind
I can’t sleep for all the bright lights of this cheap hotel
This is some kind of hellhole I’m living in
Three months on the road
But I’ve still got four more to go
Then I’m going home

I got my sister crying at me
“C’mon lets go downtown
You spend all day in this hotel room just lazing around”
So she takes me to a bar down on 6th street
And she orders me to drink them down
I got three under my belt
Just four more to go
Then I’m going home

(Take me home!)

Well we were driving out of Nashville and the clock it said 12am
We’ve got a give hour drive to Jackson
And no map to get us there
We get lost somewhere off the parkway
We have to stop and ask some guy who look like he don’t care
I said we’ve been three hours on the road
He said you’ve got four more to go
Till’ you’ll be home

Three under my belt
But I’ve still got four more to go
Then I’m going home

Well I’ve been three months on the road
But I’ve still got four more to go

SINCE I’VE BEEN AROUND (written by Josh Cunningham)

Walking down the main street of the town where I was born
Looking at these things I’ve seen so many times before
I take a deep breath, smile and kick a stone along the ground
Been so long, since I’ve been around

There’s comfort in the way that everything still looks the same
People that I bump into; they call me by my name
It almost feels as though I never even left this town
Been so long, since I’ve been around

My girlfriend lived on Hawdon Street – man was she a sight
Sometimes I would sneak into her bedroom late at night
Now she’s not there – I’m told her family long since left the town
Been so long, since I’ve been around

Yeah many of my friends found some other place they’d rather be
But I still know of one good mate, she gonna keep me company
I think I’ll gonna call her up, we’ll go and paint the town
Been so long, since I’ve been around

I stopped on by her place, years ago I knew her well
‘Let’s go drink to old times at the Adelaide Hotel’
She said it’s twenty years now since they shut that old pub down
Been so long, since I’ve been around

Yeah but the hospital’s still standing, down over by the river shore
That’s the place where I took my first breath, so many years before
I take a deep breath now and feel my chest begin to pound
Been so long, since I’ve been around

Now I’m lying by the river feeling lazy in the shade
Children shout and splash about in water where I played
And I’m thinking I could stay a while, maybe settle down
Been so long, since I’ve been around