LYRICS

 

Waiting On a Train by Ross Johnson

My pockets are half empty, my head is always full

Of crazy dreams and things I’ve left undone

Standing on the platform, I leave it all behind

Lift me Flying Scotsman, and take the trouble from my mind

 

And there’s no ticket back - Only miles of endless track

Only steam and smoke that drift away

It’s a one-way fare, it won’t take me anywhere

But I think it will - waiting on a train

 

The north it don’t call many, so I travel on my own

And circumstances tell me I might not be back again

There is no destination, there’s only traveling town to town

I hope you’ll always be there, baby, even when I’m not around

 

‘Cause there’s no ticket back - Only miles of endless track

Only steam and smoke that drift away

It’s a one-way fare, it won’t take me anywhere

But I think it will - waiting on a train

 

My bag it lies so lightly on my shoulder

An old guitar and penny souvenirs

I could leave it all behind if I were bolder

But they’ve been my best companions through the years

 

And there’s no ticket back - Only miles of endless track

Only steam and smoke that drift away

It’s a one-way fare, it won’t take me anywhere

But I think it will - waiting on a train

Salthill by Julia Brown

It should be raining, but it isn’t.  It should be raining, but it isn’t

The sky was grey this morning.   The wind was up this morning,

Guess they lied

 

We should have been there, but we weren’t

We should have been there, but we weren’t

No time to cut and run.  No time to cut and run.  Come outside

 

We wheeled our bicycles along your great uncle’s orchard road

We carved our names—Is it cruel to carve our names into the stone?

 

I haven’t seen you, so come meet me at the bottom of the Baltic Sea

Where nobody can see our strange rebellion

I can’t promise you rainfall, but I can promise you weather

So I guess you’ll stay in love, and I guess I’ll just stay insane

 

Looks like you’re leaving, so come pack up your umbrella

Just in case you travel somewhere where the clouds are more obliging

I won’t try and stop you, I just wish that you would leave me

In the morning, not before

 

It should be raining, but it isn’t.  It should be raining, but it isn’t

So we run on down the streets.  You know those muddy cobbled streets

The sun and me

 

I should’ve written, but I haven’t.  I should’ve written, but I haven’t

I got your empty postcard.  Just one blank picture postcard

From the sea

Solitaire Waltz by Ross Johnson

Well fussin’ n’ fightin’ and losing your head

To trials and troubles and feelings gone bad

There ain’t nothin’ new in this world anymore

Just old acquaintances we all have had

Before - you could find a friend behind every door

We never played solitaire before

 

We abandoned our trappings and ran in the park

Without a belonging or cent to our name

And we felt just as safe in those huddling crowds

As babies back in mama’s arms once again

Before - you could find a friend behind every door

We never played solitaire before

 

Well the crowds are all scattered, the people are gone

To cities and country towns all just the same

But a few us stay on the road here to roam

Looking for life in the wind once again

Before - you could find a friend behind every door

We never played solitaire before

 

I’ll never play solitaire anymore

I’ll find a friend behind every door

The Commander by Julia Brown

It was moonrise over Phaaros when the second engine failed

The fight was nearly over, and the heroes had prevailed

But that one last ship was falling, soon the pilot would be dead

The Commander faced his destiny, and this is what he said:

 

If I could, I would come home to you

And if you dream, when you dream

I’ll be home with you

 

Together we’ve seen glory days, together we’ve faced trials

I’d give up half my memories for one more of your smiles

If I could walk away from this, I’d follow where you lead

Though the seven moons are rising, you’re the only light I need

 

And if I could, I would come home to you

And if you dream, when you dream

I’ll be home with you

 

I wish that I had known you when I still was young and wild

It seems like I’ve been broken down since you were just a child

A boy alone a-waiting for the squadrons to return

The thought of you surrounds me as the fighter starts to burn

 

And if I could, I would come home to you

And if you dream, when you dream

I’ll be home with you

 

You never asked for promises the day we said goodbye

You said, “I can’t love a pilot and expect you not to fly”

But know that you are with me as I draw my final breath

The memory of your laughter sings me softly into death

 

And if I could, I would come home to you

And if you dream, when you dream

I’ll be home with you. Oh, if I could, I would

Riding Away by Ross Johnson/Julia Brown

Riding away,  Riding away

It’s cold on the plains, winter sky steel grey

“Summer will come,” you’d always say

But it took too long, so you just rode away

You said, “I can’t stay”.  Riding away

 

Ground cold as stone, I got wood in the shed

Where my summer tools are asleep in their bed

Your dusty old bike points towards yesterday

No debts to repay.  Riding away

 

Roll the throttle, ease the clutch

Watch you go, but don’t think too much

Lovin’ me is no easy load

Hope you find better down the road

 

It’s cold on the plains, night sky steel grey

“Comfort will come,” I’d always say

But it got too hard, so you just rode away

You said, “I can’t stay”

No debts to repay.  Riding away…

Something About You by Priscilla Thomas

Something about you makes me want to be good to you, baby

Something about you makes me want to be kind

Something about you makes me want to be good to you, baby

So good to you, baby,  Just like if you were mine

 

Something in your smile makes me want to be your best friend

Ah, but something in my heart wants so much more

Is it something in the air makes me so restless all the time?

All the time,  Please don’t let it end

 

When I hear you say my name, it’s like a hurricane

When I see that look in your eyes, I want to see it again and again

 

Something about you makes me want to be good to you, baby

Something about you makes me want to be oh, so kind

Something about you makes me care so much for you, baby

I care for you, baby,  Please be mine

I care for you baby,  Please be mine

Josephine by Julia Brown

If you remember, please say “hi” to Josephine

She won’t believe you if you say that you saw me

It’s been a long time since we lay on her front lawn

Waiting for ice cream, hoping that summer would always go on

But it didn’t, it faded away

It’s far too chilly for ice cream today, hey

 

I went to college, she stayed at home and made

Beds for her husband, children are on the way

Still in the old town, everything’s quiet and news travels slow

Always reminds me of all of the places we said we would go

But I don’t think she cares all that much

I suppose that’s why we fell out of touch

 

Josephine - Rainfall at sunset’s the prettiest sound

Josephine - How do you run with both heels on the ground?
Josephine - Did you imagine your life without me?

 

I used to ask her, “Jo, why don’t we run away?”

And then she’d answer, “What would my boyfriend say?”
Girl, if you loved me, we’d have boarded the train and run straight out of town

We would run so fast, kick off from the earth and we’d never come down

But we both knew that people can’t fly

We’d hover a moment, but then fall and die

I never called you, you never asked why

It’s just ‘cause I’m no good at saying goodbye

Shack Out Back by Priscilla Thomas

I’m tired of livin’ in the shack out back of your heart

You don’t want me around, then you don’t like to be apart

You won’t let me in, you won’t let me go

Now I’m out here poundin’ on your big front door

I’m tired of livin’ in the shack out back of your heart

 

She left you in the dirt so long ago

That cute little rich girl with the right shade of hair

She was the one who could take you to the top

I guess what you saw wasn’t really there

 

You told me once I was your real love

And all you wanted was just a little fun

And if I’d bide my time for just a little while

You’d be back in my arms, soon as you were done, but now

 

I’m tired of livin’ in the shack out back of your heart

You don’t want me around, then you don’t like to be apart

You won’t let me in, you won’t let me go

Now I’m out here poundin’ on your big front door

I’m tired of livin’ in the shack out back of your heart

 

Your friends got the money, cars and lots of class (ya gotta get it somewhere)

Clever conversation, you gotta stay primed for that (that’s such hard work, baby)

You come ‘round after they’re all done with you (it don’t take too long)

When the sexy girls sashay on to someone new (ain’t that a shame)

 

I been sittin’ out here with your boat and the cast-off chairs

Keepin’ the heat on and your fridge full of beer

But if your palace ain’t for me, my simple love ain’t for you

And I’ll catch the next bus right out of here, because

 

I’m tired of livin’ in the shack out back of your heart

You don’t want me around, then you don’t like to be apart

You won’t let me in, you won’t let me go

Now I’m out here poundin’ on your big front door

I’m tired of livin’ in the shack out back of your heart

 

Yeah, I’m tired of livin’ in the shack out back

Better watch out, ‘cause my bags are packed

Tired of livin’ in the shack out back of your heart, yeah (Bye bye, baby)

Sara by Julia Brown

Sara walks out on the ice late at night

She looks for the spots that’ll hold her

She’s wearing no coat and she carries no light

Her figure’s obscured by a flurry of white

I’m on the shoreline to call her back home

And she’d never survive on her own

No she’d never survive on her own

 

Sara makes bets with the guys at the bar

She drinks all the shots they can serve her

She gives out her number and fights with the jerks

She’s sweaty and sloppy, but somehow it works

I’m in the back watching over her phone

And she’d never survive on her own

No she’d never survive on her own

 

Sara takes off for New York on a train

She tells me she’s got an audition

She’s there for a week but has no place to stay

She outright refused when I offered to pay

I’m in the doorway watching rain turn to snow

And she’ll never survive on her own

No she’ll never survive on her own

 

Sara’s been gone for a couple of months

She got a shit job in Manhattan

She has no insurance and barely makes rent

She hasn’t replied to the letters I’ve sent

I’m in the bar getting drunk all alone

And she’ll never survive on her own

No she’ll never survive on her own

No she’ll never survive on her own

Between The Lines by Ross Johnson

I draw the buildings on the square

Ink on paper straight and clear

Scenes of the old town for twenty pounds a sheet

In perspective, true to form

Precision I have gained through time

With my ruler, pad and pen I measure every line

 

I looked up, I saw things that I cannot explain

Shapes and forms and colors I cannot name

I looked up, I saw strange and beautiful signs

Moving between the lines

 

You wandered in to see the square 

A bright bandana held your hair

I thought the shops were all you’d see

When you entered in my view

At first I feared to sketch from heart

Free of structure, a lover’s art

It felt so odd but just a start.  You opened up my eyes

 

I looked up, I saw things that I cannot explain

Shapes and forms and colors I cannot name

I looked up, I saw strange and beautiful signs

Moving between the lines 

 

I draw your face in memory, 

A smile, a curve so dear to me

You nudged my hand and set it free

From a life of rigid line

You broke me out of my cold frame

My pictures they just aren’t the same

You get the credit and the blame.  For how I feel today

 

I looked up, you were smiling at me in the rain

Shapes and forms and colors I cannot name

I looked up, I saw strange and beautiful signs

Moving between the lines,  Moving between the lines

City Kids by Ross Johnson

Do what the city kids do…
 

You could hear it every night on the radio

Coming through now loud and clear

You could see it on the cover of the magazines

What the city kids all wear every day

 

Boys in black leather jackets and cuban heels,

And a brand new pair of shades

Girls in bright colored stockings with their painted nails

Made it seem like a parade, or a picture show

 

Way off on the horizon, you could see the city lights 

Come shinin’ through, so we’d do - do what the city kids do

 

Well I think about leaving nearly everyday

Headin’ for the lights of town 

But my momma and my poppa they said, “Stay away

Cause it’ll only bring you down – somehow”

When I get up in the morning and I do my chores

I got a lot of chores to do

I couldn’t help thinkin’ there was something more

That the city kids get to – but that’s not me, no

 

Well it all seemed so appealing, made my senses spin

Some call it style, so we’d do - do what the city kids do 

 

I’m spinning old vinyl on my stereo, 

Thinkin’ ‘bout times long ago

Playin’ old rock’n roll on the radio

As I fed cows and shoveled snow, yeah

Twenty years in the city working second shift, 

The sky is gray and the streets are black

I wished I could go back to my old hometown

But there ain’t no going back, ‘cause it’s all gone

 

It was better as a daydream, so grand from far away

It pulls you through, so you do - do what the city kids do

A Mighty Ocean by Priscilla Thomas

Drifting in the midnight clouded waters

I dreamed a sea of waiting sons and daughters

Waiting for a brand new day with skies of blazing blue

And crystal rivers flowing through the trees

 

Some of them woke in a jailhouse, some on a fire-scorched plain

Some woke to burning hunger, all of them calling my name, saying,

“Where is that sparkling river? Where is that peaceful land

Of storied days when we were strong and free?”

 

I said, “It’s not my problem, I never asked for this

The parasites won’t loose their grip, I’m helpless to resist

Too small to fight the hatred and the greed that they have fed”

When a small voice said, “Grandmother, tell me what the legend said”

 

That a single drop of rain falls in vain on dry ground, a million drops make a mighty ocean

A single drop of rain falls in vain on dry ground, a million drops make a mighty ocean

A mighty ocean

 

Will you just be one more silent witness?

Will you stand, or will you only beg forgiveness?

 

I went down to board that midnight train of justice

I looked around, and I felt so alone

So I called out to the conductor, saying, “What can one human do?”  She said,

“Stand up, speak out loud, and bring your sisters and your brothers along” 

 

‘Cause a single drop of rain falls in vain on dry ground (stand up),

a million drops make a mighty ocean (speak out loud)

A single drop of rain falls in vain on dry ground, a million drops make a mighty ocean

A mighty ocean (X8)

Starting Over by Julia Brown

Pack up what you got, you’re moving ‘cross the country

Looking for a home and a point of view on God

Roll the windows down, but wait to look behind you

Wait ‘til the sun hits the skyway

 

Every city sounds the same 

The day you arrive and the day you leave

Even when you’re far away

You’ll carry the gifts that you’ve received

 

Can’t help slowing down, construction ‘round Chicago

Go twenty-five for miles, stuck behind a cattle trailer

It’s kinda nice to see the city and the country

Not a bad way to spend Sunday

 

Open road goes rushing by

You sing along to the highway roar

Take a moment with this skyline

Echoes of where you’ve been before

 

Night is black as coal, you’re somewhere in Ohio

Took a turn off course, now the radio’s gone quiet

She says, “It’s just our luck to get stuck in Amish country”

Might as well wait ‘til the morning

 

From a farm a distant song

You sit on the hood, feel the engine heat

These folks found where they belong

And, sooner or later, so will we

 

Noon is hot and long on the Pennsylvania Turnpike

End is comin’ near and you think you might regret it

Then she takes your hand, and a cooler wind starts blowing

Home is a thing that can travel

 

Starting over’s not for cowards

Haul your roots to a ground that’s new

Watch the sky break into showers

Just as the city comes in view

Barrel Flash is:

Julia Brown, Ross Johnson, Priscilla Thomas

www.barrelflashband.com     

 

Featuring:

Mandy Fassett – violin, viola, cello

Reid Kruger – drums and percussion:

Alayna Jacqueline Barnes, Will Dierenfield, Rob Pieh, Lauren Piper, Zoë Rodine — backing vocals

 

Recording, Editing and Mastering by: Reid Kruger, Waterbury Music + Sound, Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA. www.waterburymusic.com

 

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