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by Randy Moser

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released February 7, 2016

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Track Name: Enough for me
No thousand watt stream, it’s not what we do
Just you and me, across the room
No big machine, it’s not what we do
That is enough for me

No harboring stages with grander views
The message I’m conveying cannot fill up that room
Just two people talking, just me and you
That is enough for me

The reason that I write this I may never know
I hope they never play us on the radio
No big dream, It’s not what we do
That is enough for me
Track Name: Hemingway
I’m digging up Hemingway’s grave
This way I can investigate
I think it’d be cool to keep some remains
So I’m digging up Hemingway’s grave

I wonder what my brother would say
I’d call and we’d leave in a day
I84 to highway 93
Just five short hours away

I hear my dad calling to me
He’s just an old man in the sea
“Hurry up now son, fish or cut bait”
I’m digging up Hemingway’s grave

I’m not sure he’d appreciate
One more hand he’d have to shake
Or one more small piece that the shotgun can’t take
I’m digging up Hemingway’s grave
Track Name: Jesus Walking on the Water
Jesus walking on the water
Jesus told me that I can
Come on take my hand now peter
It’s just like walking on dry land

Some “Sunday kind of love” I turned out to be
Just another leftover from Saturday
The spray it hits me and I’m bout’ to flea
Oh those waves crash over me

Want tell her that I love her
Want to take her by the hand
One more step out in that water
Gravity has lost a friend

Monday evening and you lie awake
Questioning ever better choice you made
The heavy breathing makes you lie awake
From some “Sunday kind of love”
Track Name: New Beginning
I must have wrote a hundred crying lines
Slipped inside the recess of my trying mind
I’m dressing up my feeling in a new shirt and tie
I’m packing up my pain, I wear no alibis
Tell everyone I see

A new beginning
Tell everybody “I’m winning”
Pressed up against that ceiling
Know that I’m doing “alright, alright, alright”
I came out swinging, I recognize this feeling
Baby you bet I’m believing
Know that I’m doing just fine

I cut my hair and shaved my former life
To repair this broken heart I’m just not qualified
Lord give me a new one that I can’t break this time
Tell everyone I see

A new beginning
Tell everybody “I’m winning”
Pressed up against that ceiling
Know that I’m doing “alright, alright, alright”
I came out swinging, I recognize this feeling
Baby you bet I’m believing
Know that I’m doing just fine
Track Name: Cheyenne
Two men are drinking coffee and talkin’ all about the country
Mary’s in a corner booth, thinking about her next move
Defensive hands between her thighs as if the AC’s on too high
I ask her what she does for fun
“lots of things but #1 is to leave Cheyenne”
“I want you to leave Cheyenne”

Waitress comes to fill her glass
silent seconds like hours passing
I ask her where she’d like to go
Anywhere don’t you know that
Tennessee it might be nice or
California winter times
Washington, Oregon, ocean, inland, rain or sun;
Just leave Cheyenne
I want you to leave her
Cheyenne

I hear the bell start to rattle
The morning crowd starts to settle
Can’t you see where we’ve end up
I wish someone would interrupt
She says, “if you love her so fiercely
Then why are you still here with me”
come on boy, come to your sense
the gate is open, tear down those fences
Leave Cheyenne
Track Name: She
May I stand like a lucent form of gypsum in your hands to define
And I am carving
To some unknown expectation
So lost in admiration
Somewhere outside of the mean

“and I know she…
loves me…
Knows me after it all.
Yes, I know she Loves me after it all”

Still more demands me
To be fractured into pieces
Like stars hope increases
And makes the heaven’s face so fine
But, the moon he cries
For he cannot understand
The foolishness of men
And her silence all this time

“Still, I know she…
loves me…
Knows me after it all.
Yes, I know she loves me after it all”

Many man…
Came here to love you but you say…
Not a word
I can say, what did they expect?
They were carving without specs
Forming without hands

“Still, I know she…
loves me…
Knows me after it all.
Yes, I know she loves me after it all”
Track Name: This Town
I want to live in a bigger town where nobody knows my name
Live in the same house for 30 years and all that the neighbors would say
He keeps quiet yes he keeps to himself, yes he seems to keep his yard clean
I want to live in a bigger town, yes this town’s not big enough for me

It’s like lightning here we pass it around and it always begins with our weight
And how she can’t believe that she stays with him
And how he can’t believe that she can’t believe that she stays
Guess who’s daughter’s now on birth control
Guess what, that’s more than I need to know
I want to live in a bigger town, yes this town’s not big enough for me

I want marry and together we can figure it out
I want to know more about you and not who you know all about

I want to live in a bigger town where nobody knows my name
Walk down the street and avert your guess and know you’re not offending me
He keeps quiet yes he keeps to himself, yes he seems to keep his yard clean
I want to live in a bigger town, yes this town’s not big enough for me
Track Name: Sometimes I need the Money
No good reason or explanation the phone and the TV kill my motivation
Look around there’s lots of work to do, to leave this chair is awfully hard to do
A good excuse I can provide, kick off my shoes and watch the day slide by
Sometimes I don’t need the money
Sometimes I do

I love a women of ill repute
she does what she does, and loves what she do
I asked if one day she’d be my bride
To tell the truth she just can’t decided
Monogamy sounds so unnatural
That type of love is just too contractual
Sometimes she don’t need the money
Sometimes she do

Maybe I’m a bit too honest
The Police reunion never sounded earnest
That’s ok I’ll be there anyways
Good music never had an expiration date

I write songs and play music for you
I love what I does and like what I do
My pandering may not always inspire
But we find our way until we’re old and retired
Don’t preach to me about integrity when there’s a family and home and there are mouths to feed
Sometimes I don’t need the money
Sometimes I do
Track Name: Handwritten
You don’t ask me, how was my day
And I don’t need to hear me complain
Being quite for all these years
Has always been in my best interest

So if you come back and see that I am gone
Just know my act it was deliberate
And I’ll leave a leader though it’s not my style
Somethings must be handwritten

I go to work behind a desk
The boss he says that It’s quite legal
Still I knew just what it was I did
The courts would find it quite different

There must be someone somewhere seeing financial gain
You and I we can’t make ends meet
When people ask you what it was that I have done
I just pulled a string and it all came undone
Track Name: Asleep in the Outfield
It's a song about baseball!
Bobby is referring to Bobby Cox.
Track Name: Lazarus
Lazarus came down
just to meet me
and the two of us sat down for an exclusive:
He said, “I think they liked me better when I was dead”

“They never stop by; they’re just too busy to find a way to make time
But, you should have seen the way those tears rolled down the aisle
And how they wished they had one more hour
My wife said, “Boy, I will miss him…
How I was a mountain of a man with sweat kisses
And how I always understand”

Now I just loaf around on Sundays
I haven’t taken the trash out for days
She says, “at least the life insurance could have paid for the car
That money could have gone far”
I’m sure see liked me better when I was dead

It’s funny I guess, if we were given a second chance
We’d likely blow it I guess, even dealt the same hand
We rarely stick to our plans, though our intentions are best

I could have left on a high,
Now I’m just a player who is well past his prime
Like a joke you have delivered 2 times
I’m sure that it won’t land the last time
I’m sure she liked me better when I was dead.”