Bleeding On Paper album lyrics

Sure Uncertainty

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams   

© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP 

 

Standing outside in the pouring rain and  I don’t know if I’ll see you again.   

But I still think we could turn it around tonight.   

                  As she heads to the door. . . .  she screams, “I want more !   

                  You know I’ve told you before. . .     I can’t take this !”   

                “You’ll never change and I’m tired of your games.   

                   I think I’m going insane.   I can’t take this.”   

                            I look away having nothing to say   

                           same old shit different day.   I can’t fake it.   

                            Well then O.K., she’ll be leaving today . . .   

                             Well, living this way. . . .  I won’t make it.   

And I Stand here in the pouring rain and I don’t know if I’ll see you again.   

But I still think we could turn it around tonight.   

 Cause what we’ve got isn’t clear to some.  Did we do it for love ?  Did we do it for fun ?   

But they don’t know and how do we expect them to see ?   

That what we have. . . . .   is a sure uncertainty.   

  

 And I’m  just not gonna sit here and take this   

Cause I still think we have a chance.   

Just can’t believe the party’s over   

Before we’ve even begun to dance   

      So I turn to say “we can’t end it this way   

                           And if you’ll only stay. . .    we can make it !           

                           With that one certain glance, we could find the romance   

                           If you’d just give me a chance . . . .  I won’t waste it !   

And I Stand here in the pouring rain and I don’t know if I’ll see you again.    

But I still think we could turn it around tonight.    

 Cause what we’ve got isn’t clear to some.  Did we do it for love ?  Did we do it for fun ?    

But they don’t know and how do we expect them to see ?    

That what we have. . . . .   is a sure uncertainty.  

A House You Can't Call Home

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams  

© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP 

  

You’ve  got  big  city  dreams,   but  you  ain’t  got  the  means  

You’re  stuck  in  a  town  that’s just too  small, to  give  you  what  you  need.  

              

You  can’t  count  all  the  stars  here  at  night. You’d rather have city lights.  

But city lights don’t shine that bright around here.  

                  Where  did  you  go  wrong ?     What  did  you  do ?   

                  How  did  you  end  up  in  this  place ?  

Do you  want  some  company.  .  . or,  would you rather be alone  .  . .  

In  a  house  you  can’t  call  home.  

      

You  never  knew  what  you  wanted.  Never  knew  why  you were runnin’  

You  made  a  wrong  turn  somewhere  and  it  seems  you ani’t got nuthin’  

You  made  promises  you  wish  you  didn’t  have  to  keep  

        Every night you pray you’ll wake up somewhere else before you fall asleep  

             

Where  did  you  go  wrong ?     What  did  you  do ?   

                  How  did  you  end  up  in  this  place ?  

Do you  want  some  company.  .  . or,  would you rather be alone  .  . .  

In  a  house  you  can’t  call  home.

Down

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams   

© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP  

 

It’s a bitch. . . .  when you’re living a life that won’t fit.   

When you’ve tried but you’re so sick of it   

That you wish you could just walk away.   

Always late. . . .    cause all your clocks have different times.   

 Lying to your self’s not gonna hide   

Nothing matters to you at the end of your day.   

          So come on man, let go.  There are better things down the road.   

          And everyone who knows you knows it’s hard to be around   

          Someone who’s always bringing ‘em. . .     down.   

In a cage . .  .   but, you can still see the sky   

You’ve got wings but you can’t fly   

Seems that where you are is where you’ll stay.   

          So come on man, let go.  There are better things down the road.   

          And everyone who knows you knows it’s hard to be around   

           Someone who’s always bringing ‘em. . .     down.   

It’s a mistake . . .    for you to keep that hate   

 For you to keep that hate.  Don’t you know it’s not too late   

For you to get away  ?   

          So come on man, let go.  There are better things down the road.    

          And everyone who knows you knows it’s hard to be around    

          Someone who’s always bringing ‘em. . .     down. 

Queen Of Nowhere

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams  

© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP 

  

           You’re the Queen of Nowhere.   The local superstar. . .    yeah you are.  

            You’re the Queen of Nowhere...   loving where you are . . .   where you are.  

Kingdoms these days are hard to find, but you’ve found yours right here.  

Dancing and drinking, not too much thinking, Past the next round of beers.  

I’ve never seen someone act like a queen, but you rule this bar tonight.  

Where the path to the throne is lit by the glow of a hundred neon lights. 

             You’re the Queen of Nowhere.  The local superstar. . .    yeah you are.  

            You’re the Queen of Nowhere...  loving where you are . . .   where you are.  

  

Six days a week no one cares who you are, so you’re livin’ for Friday night.  

When you dance all night in the local bar It’s a little piece of sky, but you’re the brightest star.  

            You’re the Queen of Nowhere.  The local superstar. . .    yeah you are.   

            You’re the Queen of Nowhere...  loving where you are . . .   where you are. 

It's Important To Me

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams  

© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP 

  

  You know it’s what I’ve always wanted.  You know exactly how I feel  

You know I’ve never tried to hide it.  Now it looks like it might be for real.  

You know I’ve always done it safely.  You know I’ve played by all the rules.  

You know I’ve tried to make you happy.  So please don’t make me play the fool.  

            Well as this dream comes into view. . .  resentment creeps all over you.  

           So tell me what you gonna do . . .   if I start reachin’ and hopin’ ?  

                          Now I can feel it.  Now I can see it.  I can almost taste it . . .  

                          Why can’t you see . . .   it’s important to me ?   

I know you think that I’m a liar.  I know you wish that I could change.  

I know I’m not what you envisioned.  How could our love become so strange ?  

            But when the walls come crashing down, you know I’ll always be around  

            To get you back on solid ground, if you need me or want me to.  

                          You know I’ve promised. . . .   well let’s be honest.  

                          You kept your distance. . . .    why did you ??  

     

               Now I can feel it.  Now I can see it.   I can almost taste it . . . Why can’t you ?  

              We could be flyin’. . .  instead we’re crying. . .   Got to keep on trying . . .   to break through.  

              Why can’t you see . . .   it’s important to me ?  

              Why can’t you see . . .   it’s important to me ?    Why can’t you see ?

Drive

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams  

© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP 

  

So you say you're happy, and your life is going fine  

Coping with the daily struggles of life's little offbeat rides.  

So you feel like bragging, now you're feeling full of pride.  

Well I was there with you my friend don't let your head  

get too wide.  

                  It's your ride;  You don't have to sit in that seat  

                  You should drive;  the perspective can't be beat.  

  

  

All along this winding road,  many things we can’t control.  

Each and every waking day, you’ll have a chance to drive your way.  

                It's your ride;  You don't have to sit in that seat  

                You should drive;  the perspective can't be beat.  

  

               (So you say you’re happy, So you say you’re happy)  

        (So you say you’re happy, So you say you’re happy)  

                 It's your ride;  You don't have to sit in the backseat  

                  You can drive;  got to keep it on the street.  

               It's your ride;  You don't have to sit in that seat  

                You should drive;  the perspective can't be beat.  

                Or so they tell me, now 

This Town's Been Mean

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams  

© 2003  Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP 

    

          This town’s been mean. . . .       This town’s been mean. . . .  

It’s been mean to you and me.  

How could I have run so fast, and got left so far behind ?  

How could I have looked so hard for something I didn’t find ?  

And I don’t know why, I can’t help you when you cry.  

And I don’t know how to fix these broken things. . .  

           This town’s been mean. . . .       This town’s been mean. . . .  

            It’s breaking you and me.  

All the better parts of me are the parts I give away.  

Now I have gone empty and there’s nothing I can save.  

And I don’t know why, everything I say sounds like a lie  

And nothing that I have right now is mine. . .  

                      Cuz’ this damn town’s mean. . . Cuz’ this town’s been mean. . .  

                       Cuz’ this damn town’s mean. . Cuz’ this damn town’s mean. . .  

And I don’t know why, I can’t help you when you cry.  

And I don’t know how to fix these broken dreams. . .  

           This town’s been mean. . . .       This town’s been mean. . . .  

            This town’s been mean. . . .       This town’s been mean. . . .

  

This town’s been mean. . . .       This town’s been mean. . . .  

It’s been mean to you and me.  

How could I have run so fast, and got left so far behind ?  

How could I have looked so hard for something I didn’t find ?  

And I don’t know why, I can’t help you when you cry.  

And I don’t know how to fix these broken things. . .  

              This town’s been mean. . . .       This town’s been mean. . . .  

               It’s breaking you and me.  

All the better parts of me are the parts I give away.  

Now I have gone empty and there’s nothing I can save.  

And I don’t know why, everything I say sounds like a lie  

And nothing that I have right now is mine. . .  

          Cuz’ this damn town’s mean. . . Cuz’ this town’s been mean. . .  

         Cuz’ this damn town’s mean. . Cuz’ this damn town’s mean. . .  

  

  

And I don’t know why, I can’t help you when you cry.  

And I don’t know how to fix these broken dreams. . .  

This town’s been mean. . . .       This town’s been mean. . . .  

This town’s been mean. . . .       This town’s been mean. . . .

Bleeding On Paper

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams  

© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP 

  

The heaviest part of my brain is the stain that remains. . . .   burned in part, by you.  

Chasing memories of the past, I seem to have come at last on less of what was true.  

               Still I reach for you and find that you’re not there.  

               Dreams just can’t replace these feelings of despair.  

                                 Bleeding on paper. . .    let the feelings flow.  

                                 Bleeding on paper. . .   the only way I know.  

         Writing it down now maybe, makes it all seem to me.  

          That real life is much harder than my dreams.  

  

The heaviest part of my brain is the stain that remains. . . .   burned in part, by you.

            Still I reach for you and find that you’re not there  

           Dreams just can’t replace these feelings of despair.  

                             Bleeding on paper. . .    let the feelings flow.  

                             Bleeding on paper. . .   the only way I know.  

 Bleeding on paper. . . Bleeding on paper. . .  

Bleeding on paper. . .

Missing You

Thomas Bowden / Eric Whittenburg / Christopher Williams  

© 2003 Soulscript / Nobody Big / ASCAP 

  

I think you know what you meant to me.  You shared a dream that set me free.  

You gave my life a new outlook.   You added more than pages to my book.  

  

  

Deep in my heart there's a piece of you.  Your pearls of wisdom ring so true.  

To you my friend from high above, thanks for the memories friendship and love.  

             Missing you more each day gone by.  

             The wound won’t heal no matter how hard I cry.  

                         Feels so selfish wishing you were here, tethered to your life of fear.  

                         Realizing evermore that you’re better off in the end.  

                         I’m just missing you my friend.  

  

  

               Missing you more each day gone by.  

               The wound won’t heal no matter how hard I cry.  

                          Feels so selfish wishing you were here, tethered to your life of fear.  

                         Realizing evermore that you’re better off in the end.  

Just thought you should know. . . I’m still missing you, my friend.  

Just thought you should know. . . .