Another fine mess I’ve gotten myself into.
Another bit of trouble I need to get out of.
I don’t really know what to do,
but this just isn’t love.

I’ve never been good at confrontation,
and I don’t want a knock down drag out.
Still, something has to be done,
and you know what I’m talking about.

It’s time to end everything.
To put a stop to this thing.
I know I did a lot of things wrong,
but as of today I’m gone, gone, gone.

This all just started too fast and slid under the sheets.
You even said you loved me but we only just met.
Now I’m starting to feel the heat
of an unwise relationship I’d like to forget.

Now it’s time to end everything.
To put a stop to this thing.
I can’t believe all the things I did wrong,
but as of today I’ve got to be gone.

I’m sorry for any pain I caused you.
It’s not something I wanted to do.
But bad things happen in this imperfect place,
and if we go any further it’s just a waste.

So, it’s time to end everything.
Stop this whole thing.
It’s obvious I did everything wrong,
but as of today I’m gone, gone, gone.

Lyrics by Paul B Womack
© 2012 Wasted Space Publishing

Just another ditty to fill up my day.
I’m tired of trying to see things clearly,
The mushroom clouds are in the way.
So I’ll sing another ditty to pass the day away.

Just another ditty to pass away the time.
I’m so tired of the fear and loathing,
In this seething world of mine.
So I’ll sing another ditty until I find

A different way to fill up my day.
Another way to pass the time.

The world and me don’t see eye to eye,
And this little ditty is just a way,
To fill up my day,
To pass the time away.

Just another ditty to keep my mind off what’s really bothering me.
There’s nothing I can do about it anyway,
Can’t you see.
So I’ll sing this ditty and try

A different way to fill up my day.
Another way to pass the time.

‘Cause the world and me don’t see eye to eye,
And this little ditty is just the way
I fill up my day
And pass the time away.

Why is it that what you want is never what you get?
Why is it that what happens is always different than what you expect?
Can’t you tell I want to be with you more?
And if you can how come I keep getting the door?

It’s just so hard to tell with you.
Do you love me as much as I love you?
I don’t think you do.

Why is it that we refuse to grow?
Why is that when you come I feel so low?
Can’t you tell I’m trying to love you?
Aren’t you ever going to let me know you love me, too?

Why can’t things be more open between us?
Won’t you just tell me how you feel?
It’s time we did a little talking about us.
It’s time to be honest and not conceal.

Because it’s so hard to tell with you.
Do you love me as much as I want you to?
I just can’t tell if you do.

It’s just so hard to tell with you.
Do you love me as much as I love you?
I don’t think you do.

Love is funny when it happens to you.
You don’t know where it came from
or what it’s going to do.
You just know you’re in love
or at least you think you’re in love.

Love was funny when it happened to us.
From the very first
we could both hear the hush.
We just knew we were in love
or at least we thought we were in love.

Love is luscious
when it happens.
But it’s not funny when
it crumbles then.

So let’s keep our love from falling down.
You see, I’ll do anything
to keep you around.
because I know I’m in love with you
and loving each other is the least we can do.

Love is luscious
when it happens.
But it’s not funny when
it crumbles then.

Let’s don’t let it crumble.
Don’t let it fall down.
At least we’re in love.
Let’s keep love around.

Love is luscious
when it happens.
But it’s not funny when
it crumbles then.

I want a friend to talk to,
Not a lover.
I want to talk about you
With another.

But don’t be scared,
I’m still in love with you.
I just want a friend to talk to.

Someone who will understand.

Because there are a lot of things
I can never say to you.
It’s not that I’m hiding anything,
It’s just not what we do.

And I don’t know why
I need to talk about what I’m going through
With someone that’s not you.

To let them know where things stand.

But whatever the reason is,
Please have courage.
Whatever the urge,
You’ll have to trust me on this.

I just want a friend to talk to.
Someone else to know what I’m gonna do.
It’s not that I don’t love you.

I just want a friend to talk to.
Someone who will understand.
To let them know where things stand.

It’s not that I don’t love you.
I just want a friend to talk to.

Lost in genius and manic.
Driven mad by the music.
Never letting go of your gift,
But abusing it.

Because it was better.
It was richer.
It was all consuming
And it devoured you.

Finding a superior drive within.
Harnessing the demons’ din.
The world’s greatest player,
Pouring out your soul like water.

Because it was freer.
It rang truer.
It was your world
And it devoured you.

Dead now and still not in peace.
You couldn’t find the inner balance.
Greatness gone sour
While you played the final hour.

Because it was over.
It became your controller.
It was the music and madness
Insidiously devouring you.

Because it was better.
It was richer.
It was all consuming
And it devoured you.

Because it was freer.
It rang truer.
It was your world
And it devoured you.

Because it is over.
It became your controller.
It was the music and madness
Insidiously devouring you.

– For a man I had never heard of, Jaco Pastorius,
and the gifts of life.

It’s life!
Just a joke to those who don’t know.
Just a moving picture show,
Predestined differently by individual forces.
That’s life.

It’s life!
A miraculous mirage always in the distance.
A Fellini film for instance,
Shaped subtly by individual directors.
That’s life.

A magical movie of experience.
A mythical madness of reverence.
A solid something formed by your own hands.
A surreal soundstage where you perform the history of man.
That’s life.

It’s life!
A funny story with a purpose.
A particular impression in a farce,
Quietly collected for better or worse.
That’s life.

Real life – the creation of substance.
Your life – born of floating forms.

A magical movie of experience.
A mythical madness of reverence.
A solid something formed by your own hands.
A surreal soundstage where you perform the history of man.
That’s life.

In the cold dark night of a bright spring day,
I blinded myself to the facts.
You said you never loved me and were going away,
but I turned a deaf ear and tried not to act

Let down.
Torn apart.
Rid of my senses,
with an empty heart.

I loved you more than sight and sound.
I guess you didn’t.
You sent me looking for love in the lost and found,
but I couldn’t

Find what was lost.
Think what to look for.
I was rid of my senses,
with an empty heart.

The fury of love has been replaced,
by the silence of my sorrow.
When I wake up to another day,
I can’t believe it’s already tomorrow.

Because you let me down.
You tore me apart.
Rid me of my senses,
and emptied my heart.

There’s something I want to talk about.
Where are you?
There’s something serious
I have to tell you right now.

It’s not about love.
It’s not about me.
It’s about the world we live in.
It’s about the way thing ought to be.

There are so many things that are wrong.
Where are you?
Don’t you care that our world is dying?
It’s been killing us all along.

Every day in the news is news of death.
Every day is a contest.
Our leaders simply want to win their wars,
but the wounds they leave are the people’s scars.

Scars of a world gone mad.
Wounds of the starving and the sad.
Pictures of turmoil and despair –
a world on the brink of nowhere.

It’s time to talk about love.
It’s time to think about you and me.
It’s time to heal the world we live in.
It’s time our world was the way it should be.

But I can’t change the world without you.
Where are you?
It’s going to take both of us and all of us
to do what we have to do.

To build a world of love.
To build a world for you and me.
To feel safe in the world we live in.
To remake our world the way it ought to be.