3 Cards
We stole a car to drive down to Lake Erie
Three cards
And see broken glass on a white Canadian beach
Tonight
She wears her straw hat like a crown of diamonds
And smiles
Someday we'll be on familiar streets
Inside

There are smooth petosky sontes in jacket pockets
And charms
Arrowheads and indian souvenirs
We find
Girls wave to drunken sailors on the sidewalk
And smile
A cafe catches fire and disaapears
Tonight

Thunderstorms can drown out conversations
And shake
Lucky horseshoes off of fish shack walls
There's a flood of tourists each vacation
The faces are different but the lake doesn't change at all

Indians in cowboy hats on horseback
Three cards
Point out seven sisters in the dark
Night sky
They sparkle brighter than a crown of diamonds
And shine
And fade away into the morning light
Tonight

Words and music by Jeff Davis


This is Where It All Begins
This is where it all begins
A woman is talking and
And she says to me
This is where it all begins
If you believe in me
And you trust in me
This is where it all begins

Lay yourself on the table
And I will celebrate you

A woman is singing 
A beautiful song
This is where it all begins
If you can hear the words
You can sing along
This is where it all begins

Lay yourself on the table
And I will elevate you

Open all the windows
In the house
Let the air come rushing in
And then let it out

She said I can't continue
If I can't contain you
This is where it all begins
I said I just want to
Love you, I don't want to drain you
This is where it all begins

Lay yourself on the table
And I will celebrate you

A woman is talking
And she says to me
This is where it all begins
If you believe in me
And if you trust in me
This is where it all begins

Lay yourself on the table
And I will elevate you

Words and music by Jeff Davis


Kicking Clouds Across the Sky
It's just a glove of blood and tissue
But shake his and hand you take some with you
A cry for help with out subtitles
Outside it's raining fallen idols
Everybody and their daughter
Is out walking on the water
While he cannot keep himself dry
Living two doors from the mission
Burned beyond recognition
He's kicking clouds across the sky

Another secret that you can never keep
She'll disappear when you fall asleep
While in your dreams you reconcile
She'll just be gone for a little while
It's an ugly kind of freedom
When you learn that you don't need them
When you learn the truth from a lie
All the angels fall together
And it's not quite clear weather
Your kicking clouds across the sky

A friend who can't find the words to say
The kind of friend that I could use today
We'll step outside and let it pass
The distance measured by the glass
In this time of celebration
No one wants your resignation
No one wants that look in your eye
I can't prove I'm getting somewhere
I could already be there
He's kicking clouds across the sky

Words and music by Steve Wagner


Whiskered Wife
We heard the story from his whiskered wife
As we sat around her in that dusky den
She told us how he lost his life
And ten years later picked it up again

He was carving marble in his dreams
And sleeping in an old septic shack
So he left his kingdom and he left his queen
I guess they still expect him back

This home is broken
No lights are on
There's someone hoping
Hope's not all gone

He started over somewhere later
Built another world in another town
She saw his picture in the paper
He face it wrinkled as they sat her down

All the good things are worth the wait
But an empty pocket and a burning shoe
Make it easier to just clean the slate
And what's a family but a bill that's due?

This home is broken
No lights are on
There's someone hoping
Hope's not all gone


Adventure
The rule here is
Don't start what 
You can't finish
Capture the flag
And meet back here
In thirty minutes
We'll be
Screaming and shouting
Sounding like a thunderstorm
Acting like
Little boys
In our uniform

Where's your sense
Of adventure
Has it drfited
So far away
That now you want
To go back home
Now you want
To go Back

The rule her is
Don't speak until
Broken in two
It may take
Day sor weeks
But we always
Get through
We'll be
Screaming and shouting
Sounding like a thunderstorm
Acting like
Little boys
In our uniform

Where's your sense
Of adventure
Has it drfited
So far away
That now you want
To go back home
Now you want
To go Back

I don't want to die
Fighting some lost cause
My loyalty
Just goes so far
And then I
Pause
No more
Screaming and shouting
Sounding like a thunderstorm
Or acting like
Little boys
In our uniform

Where's your sense
Of adventure
Has it drfited
So far away
That now you want
To go back home
Now you want
To go Back

Words and music by Jeff Davis


The Ballad of Art Snyder
A dog condemned to death
Didn't like the way he barked
When I woke up last night
Could not remember where I parked
I know that I've had better days
I know that I've had worse
With any luck at all
I'll forget this one first

He stayed at home last night
To do some soul searching
We hope he found one
Nothing's ever certain
It's not easy being human
But it's hard to be cement
So he's just another genius
Who can't pay the rent

She crossed herself each time
She got behind the wheel
The car was full of dents
The paint had cracked an peeled
But with a grave determination
And an incidental faith
She lived as is she had nine lives
And just used up her eigth

You might begin to wonder
How these incidents releate
They don't you don't I don't
They just accumulate
So you can't remember too much
And you can't forget enough
You must suspend your disbelief
If you want help from above

Words and music by Steve Wagner


Red Umbrella
She says there's clouds in the sky
And when it rains we'll go outside
Although we're as smart and refined
As all the world's great books combined

She says my coat is the best
And thinks that it will stand the test of time
I am so unlike the rest of those
So improperly dressed

Her umbrella is dep red
She holds it over both our heads
Though we could be warm in her bed
She walks me to the bus instead

She looks down and starts to cry
I kiss the teardrops from her eye
She says it's hard to say goodbye
She feels depressed and so do I

Her umbrella is deep red
She holds it over both our heads
As we turn around some words are said
We are just inside our heads

Words and music by Jeff Davis


The Governor of Pedro

Music by The Balancing Act


Waiting for the Mail
A prophet knocked upon my door
I let him stand there in the sun
As he left he turned and shouted
"Stop me if you've heard this one"

I'm walking up the street to your house
And all the dogs just look away
Somewhere there are bones beneath us
But I don't ask and they don't say

If the cars and criminals sing in your ear
If you think the signpost will never appear
That's when it's near

A postman in a suit of mail
Delivers me another joke
Theres people somewhere doing something
While I sit thinking in the smoke

Still this hope just keeps returning
And weeks push up through the concrete
In the face of all this folly
There are still some eyes to meet

If the cars and criminals sing in your ear
If you think the signpost will never appear
That's when it's near

Words by Steve Wagner
Music by Willie Aron and Steve Wagner


Searching For This Thing
While hunting for the lost goblet
I mean searching for this groovy grail thing
I was slashing a holy terror trail
Through the brush
Whistling a very hip and solid tune

Well I cut a path and went
snaking through the trees
I joined some sunning reptiles
On the rock
I was seeking to dig
The infinite wisdon
That flowed from this
Way out and shining cup

And the animals sing
Sing sing sing
And the trees swing
And sway in the breeze
I've been 
Wailing stomping swinging
And searching for this thing

Across ten cent streams
And fifty dollar seas
I was a driven cat
Searching for this mug
Other chalices had never been enough
Oh cup, lay it down
And I'll pick it up

Well I left my path
And went looking for a shortcut
I mean I jumped off the trail
Searching for that grail
Seeking ths goblet
I've traveled all my life
And I wouldn't stop
Until I drank it's wine

Well I found that goblet
Sitting on a rock
I grabbed it fast 
And drank in every drop
But no tin tankard
Could show me where it's at
After all I'd seen
So I followed my footsteps back

Back through the granite fields
And fallen trees
Back across ice and iron
And the mineral seas
Back through the hills
Of carbon and line
Around the sphere
solid magentic on time

Words by Jeff Davis
Music by Willie Aron


We're Not Lost
In the morning we check our shoes
In the morning we shake out scorpions

Check for pit snakes
Under jeep seats

We're not lost
We're meant to be here
And we hope
The Rain will stop

I could wait
A hundred years
And walk a hundred roads untravelled

To find the place
Where my true love waits

We're not lost
We're meant to be here
And we hope
The Rain will stop

Words and music by Jeff Davis