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For Sure
04:40
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You have an apartment on the West Side
Where I’ve never lived, but my parents lived there
When they were in their twenties
And now falling in love on the Upper West is this family business
I just moved to Queens
Where I’d never been, and now I live there
I was sick of familiar
And today, at the Natural History Museum, I asked you “What is this?”
And you said “It looks to me like a giant sloth”
And I said “No—you know”
But you smile, ‘cause you do know
Well I don’t know
What a giant ground sloth looks like
And I don’t know
If I’m making rent this month
And I don’t know
What the hell kind of answer I was looking for
But I know I was falling in love with you
And I know that For Sure
I’m not from New York
I grew up in a small New England town
That’s 94% white
Where the yearly coming of Dave Matthews Band is this religious practice
And I’m scared to death
Because I grew up, or I should have by now
And I’m trying to be a singer
With absolutely no idea if I can hack this
And I’m on a shift at the coffee shop
Where I work for now ‘til I hit it big
But I don’t know jack
Which means every drink is a cry for help
And someone wants a “large-almond-mocha-half-caf-cappucino-to-go”
And I’m like
“Eddy, how the hell do you make a ‘large-almond-mocha-half-caf’—
oh
hello..!
Never mind, Eddy
I’m clocking out, Eddy
…Let’s go!”
And we run, catch the 7
And the sun sets in the park
And the sky gets dark
And it’s heaven
‘Cause I’m new to the city
But it feels like home
‘Cause I was all alone
But now you look so pretty
With the moon on the Hudson behind
And soon, and for once, in my mind
It’s quiet
It gets quiet
Since I moved to Queens
It’s been hitting me in waves
That we play for keeps now
We’re not in school
But you’ve got that apartment on the West Side
Where I’ve never lived, but I might like to
One day…
…if that’s cool…?
And this is dumb, ‘cause I’m 24
Fresh from the land of St. Matthew’s Band
With dreams to answer for
We’re not in Kansas anymore
But the thing I know for sure
is I don’t know
What at grown-up singer looks like
And I don’t know
Why you still smile at me like that
And I don’t know
If what I said at the museum was premature
But I know I was falling in love with you
I know I was falling in love with you
I know I was falling in love with you
And I know that For Sure
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The first time I decided to get married
I planned out the whole entire thing
I would dress my best
She’d wear a summer dress
I’d hire James Taylor to sing
And the service would be at Hogwarts
With Dumbledore presiding
And Dino from The Flintstones would bear the ring
And Paul & Eddy’s Pizza would do the catering
And I was maybe eight years old
The third grade teacher’s son
But if Dumbledore had asked me if I did,
I would’ve done.
The last time I decided to get married
I didn’t want to, and neither did she
When we could lie instead
In that dorm room bed
With “How I Met Your Mother,” season three
And at night we could order in
From Paul & Eddy’s pizza
They’re on Seamless now; the first time’s free
And there’d be nothing else, except for her and me.
And I was maybe eighteen years old
My journey just begun
But if she’d asked me to drop everything and stay
I would’ve done
If I ever do decide to get married
I wanna be bound like a kite on a string:
Grounded in the life
Of a husband and wife
With kids, with bills, with love, with recycling
While flying far and wide
To see who’d ever have me
Play guitar and sing
And hope that time and patience see to everything.
But twenty years from now,
Will that be a pipe dream too?
And how old will I be before I know
What should I do?
I’ll get older, and I’ll get wiser,
But the question follows me:
How do you tell dreams apart from fantasy?
Yeah, how do you tell dreams apart from fantasy?
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3. |
Car Song
04:57
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I’ve got a car now
It was rusting through in my uncle’s front yard
I’ve got a car now
The check engine light goes on when you brake too hard
It’s got a hundred thousand miles
Been ‘round the world four times since it was new
I’ve got a car now,
And I never drove it once to see you.
You used to chase me
Up the wooden playscape bus at our school
You got a splinter
I got bench time, ‘cause climbing’s against the rules
And every single morning
I would hope that you’d come chase me again
I’ve got a car now,
But I preferred that bus back then.
And what was the point getting older?
Why wait ‘til we were grown-ups
With chapter books and work
To waste our time
When we could already be together
With worlds enough to conquer,
A dozen playground structures
Left to climb?
I’ve got a car now
It’s old and grey like Marty McFly’s
I’ve got a car now
And at eight years old, I might never have believed my eyes
And if I could drive back from the future
And tell him how things turned out to be
Well he’d like my car now
But I don’t know what he’d think of me.
I’d borrow Dad’s car
To come see you on the weekends back then
We might be happy
Or maybe we were fighting again
And we would fall asleep
And you’d wake me up
And I’d race home at dawn
I’ve got a car now
But that stretch of 95 still feels wrong.
We were no good for each other
You could always hurt me
And I could always let you down
That’s all I know
But it only drew us closer
Wrapped tight around each other
Dancing miles above the ground
Til we let go...
I’ve got a car now
It’s a ‘97 Camry sedan
I’ve got a car now
The insurance says that I’m a grown man
And when I thought about the future
I used to wonder
If we would be together then
But now I know
That I could drive another hundred thousand miles
And never dance in the air with you again.
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4. |
Single People
04:16
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We were at a coffee shop with laptops out
You didn’t look up, but you put your hand in mine
It’s been a while--and you’ve gone back to him--and I’ve thought a lot about
How dumb I was to take that as a sign
When in the end, a glance was all it took...
My Bumble date is friendly! She’s from Baltimore
We both think Winona Ryder pulls her weight on Stranger Things
But now the bar is closing down, and the lights come up on the parquet floor
And I think about your zigzag sweater
And how I thought I knew you better
But it’s much too late to take a second look...
Single People don’t have time
To let a thing go past its prime
Single People break up and rebound
But if I had you to myself, you know I’d want you around
A month isn’t long enough to fall in love with someone
—And it’s not that I’m in love with you, I wanna make that clear—
But while we were mocking couples, we’d become one
And I started looking forward to when you got home
...I mean, to my home, when you’d come over...
Whatever
Single People hedge their bets
So prospects don’t become regrets
Single People’s feet don’t leave the ground
But if I had you to myself, you know I’d keep you around
And I’m not angry
If he’s someone that you wanted to go back to
Then maybe you had to...
But c’mon, did you have to?
‘Cause I didn’t know you long, but when I kissed you
It felt so close
To being so close
We were at a coffee shop with laptops out
And if I’d known that was the last time I would ever hold your hand
I would’ve held on tighter; I would’ve said something
But what could I have said that would’ve made you understand
That I like you
That I’d miss this
That if it were up to me, I wish that you would stay
But that I hope that things work out for you someday
But that’s not something single people say
So if you’re at the bar some night
I’ll smile, I’ll wave, I’ll be polite
Then close my eyes and count to ten
And pray that you are gone again
‘Cause single people bend and break
And push and pull, pretend and fake
And trip, and fall, and keep each other down
But if I had you to myself, you know I’d want you around
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5. |
Phone Tag
03:13
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Phone Tag! You’re it again
I’m locked in the bathroom
To wait for this semester to end
Really hoped I could talk to you
Thought that you might know what to do
With a roommate who smells like he *bathes* in cologne
And whines and whines to his mom on the phone
And I want nothing more than to see you alone
And it’s only my third afternoon
I miss you. Call me back soon...
Phone tag! It’s me again
I just tripped in a snowbank
Ate shit in front of all of my friends
Which is just what I need today
To prompt the monster inside me to say
That my friends all manage maybe twice as much as I do
I’ll never catch up, so why even try to?
And if I’m here to write songs, then why do
I still sing these same tired tunes?
I love you, call me back soon...
But there are days
When you don’t call, but I don’t notice
And there are days
When I almost hope you won’t pick up
It’s getting easier to miss you
Every day hurts a little less, and I’m
Feeling a little more at home here
All the time
Who’s there--Hello again!
It’s almost the summer
Could I maybe talk to you then?
No, I swear I’m ok
No--Listen to me, I’m not getting more distant
But exams are next week and I’m falling behind
And my friends had this end-of-year party in mind
And you’re being so patient, I’m sorry, I’m kind of
All over the place, but these days that’s just what I am
I promise I’ll call you as soon as I can...
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6. |
Bone Deep
05:08
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When I talked to him, he seemed ok
He said “we’ve been broken up three months today
It’s been a while”
He said “I changed my clothes, I cut my hair
And If I see her out somewhere
I smile
“And I should be getting better
And I should be moving on
But it’s so hard to admit she’s really gone
“But man I’m telling you it’s Bone Deep
And I’m bone dry
And I don’t know what I should do
‘Cause I couldn’t make her love me
But I think I’m still trying to”
Is it strange to you that everyday
I’ve seen things a little more my way
Since you left me alone
But all it takes to break it all
Is late one night for you to call
On the telephone?
‘Cause when I talked to you, you seemed ok
But then again, who am I to say?
Did I ever know?
And it rolls in like a tidal wave
The heartache, and the shame
And, all in all, it all feels just the same
But don’t you tell me that it’s Bone Deep
Or that I’m bone dry
Because we both know that isn’t true
But tell me how
You still make me feel the way you do
He called me up again last night
He said he finally put things right
She took him back
I guess I wish I didn’t know
I guess it’s ‘cause I see things so
In white and black
‘Cause I fought it off for so long
Fought it back for so long
Pushed you back for so long
And it’s just when you were almost gone
But now I see you and it’s Bone Deep
But now I’m bone dry
‘Cause now I’m too strong to look away
And someday, when I see you
I’ll look in your eyes
And I’ll mean it when I say that I’m ok
But man I’m telling you it’s Bone Deep
Bone Deep
And when I talked to him, he seemed ok
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7. |
Thunder Mountain
03:37
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We ate churros next to Sleeping Beauty’s castle
I remember ‘cause the sugar on my hands
Gummed up the handle to the bathroom
Next to Peter Pan’s Flight
You insisted that we both buy Mickey Mouse ears
And the kids all laughed and pointed
As we sprinted to Frontierland
‘Cause Thunder Mountain’s busy at night
It’s me and you
On Thunder Mountain
And you’re screaming bloody murder
But your smile’s a mile wide
Me and you
On Thunder Mountain
We’re grownups, but we’re little kids inside
If we don’t stop, they’ll kick us off the ride
Back home in New York, I make a mess of things
I’m supposed to see you maybe Saturday
But now I’ve got to work
And you’ve got class until nine
But at 10pm on Saturday the doorbell rings
And you’re holding up a six pack
And you say “we’re gonna drink this
And watch Princess Bride; we’re gonna be fine”
And every day
Is Thunder Mountain
And you’re quoting Billy Crystal
Saying Westley “mostly died”
We’re away
On Thunder Mountain
We’re grownups, but we’re little kids inside
Please keep your feet and elbows on the ride
I have no idea if we can make it through
Music’s getting busy
And you’re headed back to grad school
And we might be forever; we might not
But I know right now I love you, and you love me too
No one said this would be easy
I couldn’t ask for better company
I can be glad with what I’ve got
So here’s to you
And Thunder Mountain
And to screaming bloody murder
And to smiles a mile wide
To me and you
And Thunder Mountain
We’re grownups, but we’re little kids inside
And “grownup” means whatever we decide
I’m grateful every day we’re on the ride
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