FLY AWAY - Gil Reynolds/Kelli Caldwel

Waking up to a lonely sunrise

Knowing that you are upstairs

Last night I tried to try

But the words they just weren't there

I miss in bed conversations

Lasting all night

Now distance it seems is creeping between

Is love losing the fight

Are you going to fly - yy away  …

And leave me alone

Are you going to fly - yy away

Or come back home

Been trying to stay connected

Now I feel misunderstood

Why do I have to hear from our friends

You're thinking of leaving me for good

Any room for another chance now

Any room behind your wall

I hurt you sometimes / you hurt me sometimes

Will you close the door on it all

Chorus

        bridge: gg ff cc cc gg ff c

Don’t give me excuses

Don’t give me mixed signals

We both like to fight for control

Still want you – still need you

Don’t want life without you

Just tell me, cause I need to know

Don't want her to go away

Hope that she decides ok

Let her know it's safe to stay

Can't ever get in the way

Going stand back

Cut her some slack

Take the slow track

Find love intact

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KILLING TIME

I put some shoes on hold today

I threw another plate away

I helped a lady salivate in front of all her choices

I reached for something sweeter

When I hadn't had my fill and I will reach again

And meanwhile on the other side of the world

A little girl in white with blood on her mind

Is sitting in a sandstorm

Killing time Tell a story

Killing time Tell a lie

Another day another made-up reason

Why we're killing time

I took the long way home today

Gave in to tabloid titillate

I watched a so-called candidate crying on command

I surfed for bigger better

And I tapped my toe along to a song on the radio

And meanwhile on the other side of the world

A little boy in green becomes a machine

Shooting up a sandstorm

I fed a wandering stray today

Stair-stepped that hint of guilt away

I exercised and justified and almost faced a fear

I dialed in my comfort

And I clapped the pain away, then I prayed for a raise

And meanwhile on the other side of the world

A boy and girl in tan try to understand

The killing in a sandstorm

Another day another made-up reason

Why we're killing time

Dodging bullets as I make my way to school

What's that written on your landmines?

Could it be the Golden Rule?

Vocals: Kelli Caldwell

Guitar, Bass, Keyboard, Drums: Gil Reynolds

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BETTER STOP

Used to think that you could do nothing

That was wrong, you'd only do right

But things have changed and now I've got to wonder

Why exactly you've been starting your fights

Is something burning? What’s that smell?

Red & Blue, have you got something to tell?

You pretend to sing a righteous song

But everybody’s saying that you've been doing wrong

You better stop

Putting people down

You better stop

Doing people harm

You better stop

Pushing them around

Now the world's on fire

And Sam, you got the match in your hand

You like the throw around the ultimatums

And pretend to be the wise one

You're not my uncle, we're not related

My forefathers wouldn't call you a son

My eyes are burning from the smoke you blow

You blind the masses, but a few still know

Your playground antics, we simply can't ignore

Call it what it is: a Lunch Money War

Television information feeding our fears

You're busy building hatred that will last for years

Military circus show at any cost

How can we be free when the truth is lost?

Written by Kelli Caldwell & Gil Reynolds

Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Keyboard, Drums: Gil Reynolds

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FIGURE IT OUT

In the hard years, as you struggle along

Just remember, it's not forever

Some people never learn how to live

Learn what it's all about

It's about growing out, growing up and growing stronger

Maybe if you're lucky

You can stretch it out longer

But don't even try to pretend

There won't be crying on the way—hey, hey

On the gray days, when you're counting your pennies

Look around you, you're not alone

Here's me, saving quarters, got to do my laundry

And I don't have a clue, what to do with my life

Become a wife, I suppose, though I don't really know

So I hope I can figure it out

In the rough times, as you race with the future

Stop to listen, and swallow your fear

We're here, treading water, got to breath on our own

And we wish we could know what tomorrow will bring

So we sing, cause we can, and we pray for a chance

I hope I can figure it out

Hey, hey—

Vocals: Kelli Caldwell
Guitar, Bass, Keyboard, Drums: Gil Reynolds

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IN-BETWEEN GIRL

He arrived exactly on time

His smile and his shoes were shined

On the rebound--he was bound to score a little

She was dined, of course, in style

Conversation for a little while

Then he moved in close, cause that's how it's supposed to work

And he played his lucky love song

To a tune to turn the soul

But what he didn't know—was this:

She's a better brown hair with her fist in the air

And she's used to playing the dream

She's a brighter green eye, reads her name in the sky

And she's used to being the runaway

Never going to settle for second place

And she picks her races well—

Never will agree to be In-Between Girl

You didn't listen, if you can't tell

So he called the very next day

Hard-to-get a little, that's okay

He imagined that she sat beside the phone and waited

She was surprised to hear his voice

Didn't think she left him any choice

When she said no way you're wading in a wild river

So he tried his lucky love card

In a game he called "Romance"

But he didn't stand a chance—because:

Wake up and pay attention

The fling is not her thing

And you've been on the road to a lonely life

Re-tune your intentions

Let go of the catch n' play show

True love could be in the prize before your eyes

Didn't listen, if you can't tell

Written by Kelli Caldwell & Gil Reynolds

Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Drums: Gil Reynolds

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I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT ANYMORE

A little note on the kitchen counter

Telling me where you are

A little note on the bedroom mirror

Saying that you'll never be far—

Now it's all gone

And we know why

Another day and another little white lie

Don't stop me at the door

I don't want to hear it anymore

A little note just to say you're sorry

Followed by a yellow balloon—how cute

Another note says you'll always love me

Promises you're gonna change soon—yeah right

I can see you're full of much more

Yeah, yeah, yeah—

Now they're all gone

And we know why

Another day and another little white lie

Don't stop me at the door

I don't want to hear it anymore/I'm not gonna take it anymore

A little kiss on the cheek says, Honey

Don't you know I'd never do wrong

Flower buds cost me so much money

Got to prove my feelings are strong—oh yeah?

Yeah, yeah, yeah—

Notes and flowers and cards and kisses and

Oh my, my, aren't you delicious

Oh You, you're so charming

You've "got it all"

You are "the one"

Oh, you'll be taking me everywhere, anywhere

All the places I've never been

Vocals: Kelli Caldwell

Guitar, Bass, Drums: Gil Reynolds

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MY DREAM COME TRUE

If I could have a dream come true

My dream would be that you'd be dreaming too

Of me and you together, last forever, don't say never, we're together—

me and you

My dream come true

Late last night, I woke to find a question by my pillow side

If I could have one dream come true—what would that one dream be?

I used to long for a rich man's/girl's life

Tropic paradise or my name in lights

Figured I'd be happiest then

But not since I found you—

If in this life there's only time to reach one star and make it mine

Of all that light up in an endless sky—which one star would I choose?

Used to wish that I could fly away

On a holiday through the Milky Way

Figured I'd be happiest there

But not since I found you—

It's true, now all you have to do

Is love me even half as much as I've been loving you—

Come with me—

Settle in—

Lay your pretty head beside mine and then

Let the dreaming begin—

Written by Kelli Caldwell & Gil Reynolds

Guitar, Bass, Keyboard, Drums: Gil Reynolds

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GIRL

Girl in the country

Girl in town

Girl in the city

Girl in the ground

No doubt she could make it

No doubt it's true

Born one of the many

Lived one of the few—

But she didn't want to run with the many or the few

She didn't want to play their sound

So she ran through the crowd with her head in the sky

But she tripped on the edge and she drowned

She tripped on the edge and she drowned

Girl, she was trying

To prove herself

But the clique, it was determined

To turn her into someone else

Girl, she's watching

From higher ground

But the girl, she doesn't listen

Cause they play the same old sound

No doubt, no doubt, no doubt—

Vocals: Kelli Caldwell

Guitar, Bass, Keyboard, Drums: Gil Reynolds