Putting the Days to Bed

She loves the singer, every song can bring her close to tears
But when she talks about his band it just confirms her mother's fears
A little crush on the singer but in her heart she knows it's true
Everything is different when he's singing right to you

Her mother says honest, it's alright to be a singer
But don't you love a singer whatever you do

Let the crowd press on the stage
And let the lights wash out their eyes
Sixteen years ago I was completely mesmerized
And then the night was done and the singer disappeared behind the stage
And the roadies came and picked me out from on the barricade

Honest, it's alright to be a singer
But don't you love a singer whatever you do, whatever you do

I wouldn't change for a moment my life or my ideals
But once I loved a singer and I know just how you feel
For him to say so plainly what your heart can vouch is true
Means something is connecting you, something is connecting you

Honest, it's alright to be a singer
But don't you love a singer whatever you do, whatever you do
Don't you love a singer
Don't you love a singer

I know I wasn't made to play on a team
You weighed your suitcase down but it still wouldn't sink
I know that crime doesn't pay
But I don't know any other way

the way that she smiles me down
She claims to be clowning
I finally long for someone
Teaspoon

two can just bleed into one
But only one does the bleeding
She calls me the alphabet gun
Teaspoon

I know I wasn't made to play on a team
You weighed your suitcase down but it still wouldn't sink
I know that crime doesn't pay
But I don't know any other way

She orders the pilot to land
She just wants to hold the man
Well I am her pilot today
Teaspoon

Little airports keep in mind
They got file folders and dry-erase boards
I retired from the air force
Long enough ago to know

The sky is open

I call the tower and draw the line
I'm flying, yes I'm climbing
A better pilot couldn't find
Even so, even I can only fly so high

The sky is open

In the war I flew the islands
I knew the quiet, it's pilot science
My propeller tries to find the air
I'm finally the highest bird

The sky is open

I don't know why I bring you around
When you you star tout so dry
And then decide to be quiet
Like an angry shout

When you consider yourself
And you do consider yourself
Well give me something that you like
If there's something you're so proud about

You're in love with someone
You're gonna love 'til it's done
You're in love with someone you don't like

You should have been a rich wife

Now tell me is your high horse
Getting a little hard to ride?
And your little bit on the side
Getting harder to find?

When you get restless at night
But it's too late to start
And there's nothing left to eat in this house but your heart

You should have been a rich wife

I don't know why I bring you around
Just to dis the art and look the part
But there's a bit you're leaving out
And you keep it all to yourself

But it's not the wine that brings a crowd
And the crowd is not much help
But you see the clouds and put your signal out
And then count the notches on your belt

You're in love with someone
You're gonna love 'til it's done
You're in love with someone you don't like

You should have been a rich wife
It was the good life

Did you say what you wanted said?
And now you're just putting the days to bed
Young actors want to play and play
And you'll play, but you're working

Call applicants and stole cornering them
We're all waiting for the big day
If you feel crazy that you're still crazy
It hasn't happened for a few days
Well just wait

In hindsight you're gonna wish you were here
You keep scratching at the old paint
But the wood is still there
And the room is still there

If you're trying to feel the wind
Well that's a window you're pressed against

You never told me your secrets
So I guess they stayed safe with me
Tall orders from such small shoulders
And invitations on blue paper

But I'm bailing water and bailing water
'Cause I like the shape of the boat
You asked me and I told you
And you asked me and I told you and I told you

In hindsight you're gonna wish you were here
You keep scratching at the old paint
But the wood is still there
And the room is still there

If you're my anchor then I'm throwing you over the side
Before I have the time to say
I never wanted anyone this way
But I'm smoking cigarettes when no one else does
And if I hold you now will I be holding a snowball
When the season changes and I'm craving the sun?

Are you still training for the big race
By hoping the runners will die?
Churning the words of your disgrace
But it's how you are when you're down that counts

And you know we're a good thing
It's been a long time since you said
Put down your camera and let me ask you
Is this new move just to keep moving?

In hindsight you're gonna wish you were here
You keep scratching at the old paint
But the wood is still there
And the room is still there

If I kiss you now like sun streaming in a tavern's door
Would you wonder what I'm kissing you for?