© Warner Chappell except Third Degree © Hoochie Coochie Music - Adm Bug Music, ASCAP.

The Food (Bruce/Hanrahan)
The food is on the table but there's something really wrong
When you came back from the phone call you were just a little too long
It wasn't really your sister
Your sister can't bring out those tears
How long has this been going on has it been days or months or years?

How long since I've been alone?
How long since I've been sharing you?
How long

That weekend you spent at the seashore you wouldn't take the kids
Now that I'm thinking more clearly you kept the truth well hid
You've been really good at this
I haven't had a clue
How many time have I been alone since I was in bed with you?

How long since I've been alone?
How long since I've been sharing you?
How long . . .
Since you were mine
You were mine
You were.

Were you in love with the both of us or was I a passenger all the way through?
Are you crying now because you're gonna leave me Or because you found out
He's left you
I'm taking the kids
I'm going to wreck this place
This is the last time we'll see each other
I'm gone

How long since I've been alone?
How long since I've been sharing you?
How long . . .
Since you were mine
You were mine
You were.

The Boy (Bruce/Hart)
You play the changes, watch the stars
Look for new gods and number the years
Since you lost your nerve and let the lady into your head
You fly the snowflakes down and down
And join the circus - you're the clown
ut when you're in the ring your friends have run away and left you for dead

When the boy was born and laughing at the world
Then was day, then was play, then was love
When the sun was young and flying over the sky
Then was day, then was play, then was love

You went to the people played their desp'rate games
You turned your mind all around their rhymes
But your reason had gone, you're yearning for your lady
They climbed the ladder, they've joined the queue
Friends and strangers ignoring you
And now your time and tide is up
The years are rolling away

The boy is old and longing for the night
On his own, cold as stone, he goes down

Shouldn't We (Instrumental)

David's Harp (Bruce/Hanrahan)
When it was the morning of the world
And the air was clear
God took David's hand
And drew him near
And drew an image of Himself
In David's heart, in David's ear
And God described himself
In deep blues

And David took his harp
And the notes just played
It was the melody of his heart that the notes obeyed
It was the melody of his heart so warm and true
The heart describes itself

Oh Lord since You made everything
And all we really see or hear is You
Why is the truest sound
Deep blues

When it was the evening of the world
And the heat was strong
The slave picks up his harp
And begins the song
And it's the song of his heart
A heart so true
And the song's rich and dark
And deep blue

As you lie there girl
In the warm night air
You ask if words can tell the tenderness there
It's not words tat describe
With a clearness so true
It's a melody rich and deep.

Time Repairs (Bruce/Brown)
If you can take a part of time and bend it back again
Maybe change all the tears all the fallen years
Will you be there in the night?
When the shadows of our fantasies stand around with keys
Unreal suns might dance across the floor
Unsung songs sing themselves once more

If two can sail on a ship
On the sea
'Til we cross the line never giving in
Walking in weather where lies won't shine
Will you be there in the morning?
Still organising that four or five sizes can be worn

In the storm
(I knew all along I knew we could drive these blues & broken days away.
We're in the open now!)

We can fly.

Laughing on Music Street(Bruce/Brown)
Dark notes
Or light
Hear the voices
In between
Tell the time
Doors open
Into the hot
Still living
Under the spot

Hands
So
Electric
Never fail
To shock you
Who is this wild animal
With two hundred fingers
Playing himself?

Hear
Lost trains
Industrial
Wartime blues
Swingin' the shift
With dancin' shoes
Hear the sound of fear
Laughing on Music Street

Making futures out of fountains
Bebop mountains
Structures in the cold
Burn the lonely lamp
Almost only one
Never sold (out)

Since you left there's been
A lot of sightings none confirmed
You keep on coming back
Repairing gaps in time
We sometimes find the way
Every day there is the blues

In Nica's apartment so full of stray cats
(You lost the battle
But you won the war)

Know One Blues (Instrumental)

Folksong (Pete Brown)
How will I find you oh my love in the darkness of day?
I will look in glass forests where electric fish play
How will I see you when I find you in the brightness of light?
I will see you on the silver train that people call night

How will I know you when I see you in the bareness of spring?
I will know you by starlight where the road's echoes sing.

How will I love you when I know you in the greyness of mist?
I will love you forever where sadness has kissed.

Walkin' by the sea
See the names floating by
Trying to find each other's trails.

Weird of Hermiston (Pete Brown)
I'm going to a wedding
I'm going to a wedding dressed in black
I'm going to a party
Gong to a party won't be back
And I'm not going with you
No

Trees are no longer a comfort messages sad in the wires
My hair is hung down with the blackest of rain that I'm feeling

I'm going to the river
I'm going to the river wash my tears
I'm going to the mountains
Going to the mountains cool my fears
That I'm not going with you
No

Skies are no longer a comfort leaves turning black in the autumn
The corn is hung down with the heaviest rain that I'm feeling

I'm going to a fun'ral
I'm going to a fun'ral dressed in white
I'm going to a nightclub
Going to a nightclub to sleep with night
And I'm not going with you
No

Love is no longer a comfort
Fantastic times are forgotten
My heart is hung down with the saddest of rain that I'm feeling.

Tightrope (Bruce/Hart)
Higher on the wire - see the man
SLowly he steps slowly - don't look down
Higher on the tightrope in the sky

Dare you walk the wild earth any more?
Naked as the day when you were born
Higher on the tightrope in the sky.

Third Degree (Boyd/Dixon)
Got me accused of peeping
I can't see a thing
Got me accused of pettin
I can't even raise my hand
Bad luck
Bad luck is killing me
I can't stand it no more
No more of this third degree

Got me accused of murder
I aint never harmed a man
Got me accused of forgery
I can't even write my name
Bad luck
Bad luck is killing me
I can't stand it no more
No more of this third degree

Got me accused of taxes
I don't have a lousy dime
Got me accused of children
And there ain't nary one of them mine
Bad luck
Bad luck is killing me
I can't stand it no more
No more of this third degree

Immortal Ninth (Instrumental)