the open road

Shrunken head and Mardi Gras beads
Hanging on a rearview mirror that bleeds
Keepin’ her eyes on the open road
No tellin’ where that son a bitch goes

Got her doors locked doin’ 75
Don’t care to be caught now, dead or alive
Seen enough to kill anyone’s soul
Keepin’ her eyes on the open road
Keepin’ her eyes on the open road

The open road where the hopeless come
To see if hope still runs
One by one they bring their broke down loads
And leave ‘em where the hobo dreams are stowed
Out on the open road
Out on the open road

Midnight fallin’ like a bag of bones
Weighted down now the rest with stones
Bouncin’ off a river the moon made steel
Cracking off the chrome of a steering wheel

Anything back there is burned and dead
Any love they made any words they said
Nothing to do now but drop it and roll
Into the lights of the open road
Into the lights of the open road

The Open Road

Written by John Hiatt

Henry & Jim

So here is the story of Henry & Jim
Born to milk and honey
Made a bet in their hearts
Friends never to part
Over love or money
Over love or money
Said Jim 'I'll go east
Henry you take the west
All there girls there abouts are mine
And you have the rest
And if you should run low
Then come let me know
For you are a friend of mine
You are a friend of mine'

From "Ballad of Henry and Jimmy"
Written by Paul Burch

easy

Little angel on my shoulder
Well she better be right


She got me flying like a wild man
In the middle of the night
And you don't know how easy it is


No, you don't know how easy it is

You were never thereNo, never there

From "Easy"Written by John McCauley

The games people play

Oh the games people play now

Every night and every day now

Never meaning what they say now

Never saying what they mean

And they wile away the hours

In their ivory towers

Till they're covered up with flowers

In the back of a black limousine

From “The Games People Play

by Joe South

Lilac wine

I lost myself on a cool damp night
Gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see...
And be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because I brings me back you...
Lilac wine is sweet and heady, like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, like my love
Listen to me... I cannot see clearly
Isn't that she coming to me nearly here ?
Lilac wine is sweet and heady where's my love ?
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, where's my love ?
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy ?
Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear ?
Lilac Wine, I feel unready for my love...

de Grace/Jeff Buckley