Lonely (are you blue?)         (Eric Andersen)   [Albums: Tin Can Alley, Best of EA, Violets of Dawn, Songs of EA, Broadside]

Oh, the night has sent you out for loving,
and the day finds you back out running
as dawn becomes the lover’s enemy,
and you hope perhaps you can find
someone that won’t leave you behind,
a victim of life’s sad mystery.

Chorus:
   Oh, oh, come on, you can step inside,
   The stairs won’t follow you,
   If you hide the walls won’t even ask you why.
   Miss Lonely, are you blue tonight.

Parks and subways people sitting
with their faces where you see nothing written
look up, look down or wander nervously
with their eyes that find no place for resting
and their thoughts that only can leave you guessing
you know there ain’t no face here that could ever set you free

Chorus.

Too tired for thoughts of suicide
you watch someone with eyelids wide
some puppy who just takes it out of need
with life played out so violently
cruel to the one watching wistfully
never knowing to say help or to say please

Chorus.

Mary Sunshine         (Eric Andersen)   [Albums: Tin Can Alley, Songs of EA]

Just a little something         (Eric Andersen)   [Albums: Tin Can Alley, Songs of EA]

You’re kinda like a sun that shines,
that colors all my happiness,
for city lights can never light
the shadows of my lonliness.
but all I ask for you to do
to show me if it’s true,

Chorus:
   Is just a little something
   to show our love’s moving,
   just a little something
   to let me know you’re my woman.

I see you go into the flow,
are you looking for something new
but if it’s me who’s loving free
is it a love you’d never want to lose?
All I ask for you to do, to show me,
if it’s true,

Chorus.

You’re kinda like a sun that shines,
that colors all my happiness,
for city lights they never light
the shadows of your lonliness.
All I ask for you to do
to show me if it’s true,

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Rollin' Home  (Eric Andersen)    [Albums: Tin Can Alley, Best of EA, Live at the Mudd Club, Violets of Dawn, Songs of EA]

Truth, with all its far out schemes,
Lets time decide what it should mean;
It's not the time but just the dreams that die.
And sometimes when the room is still,
Time with so much truth to kill,
Leaves you by the window sill so tied
Without a wing, to take you high,
Without a clue to tell you why.

Now, I just want to keep my name, not bother anybody's game
Without ideas of gold or fame or insane heights.
I don't want a lot of money, I don't want a Playboy Bunny,
Just a love to call me honey late at night,
In my arms, by my side, in my arms late at night.

Chorus:
   But I don't know, I ain't been told,
   Ev'rybody wants a hand to hold.
   They're so afraid of being old,
   So scared of dying, so unknown
   And so alone, rollin' home.

Well, I see the ones who crawl like moles
Who for a front would trade their souls,
A broken mirror's the only hole for them;
And for you who'd exchange yourselves,
Just to be somebody else,
Pretending things you never felt or meant;
Hey, you don't live what you defend,
You can't give so you just bend.

Now if you care what people think,
Like they supplied some missing link;
They'll just stand back and watch you sink so slow.
They'll never help you to decide,
They'll only take you for a ride,
After which they'll try and hide the fact that they don't know
What you should do, where you should go,
What you should do, where you should go.

Chorus.

There's nothing big I want to prove,
No mountains that I need to move,
Or even claim what's right or true for you.
My sights, my songs are slightly charred,
You might think they miss their mark,
But things are only what they are and nothing new
But for me, I think they'll do,
But for me, I think they'll do.

Well, I can see a king and queen, a beggar falling at my feet;
They all must see the same sad dreams at night;
Futility and senseless war, pit the rich against the poor,
While cause is buried long before the fight
For what was wrong, for what was right,
It's just the strong, who ever says what's right.

Chorus.

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A woman is a prism         (Eric Andersen)   [Albums: Tin Can Alley, Best of EA, Songs of EA]

A creature of the open skies, that’s what she wants to be.
Unhampered like the waves and grass
that are weaving rhythmically.
And speaking through her skin she does
the language of the leaves,
and tripping by the water’s edge like Huckleberry Finn,
seeking her reflection, yes then seeking it again.
And looking like the flowers do, that is with no sense of sin.

Chorus:
   But as a woman who looks like timelessness, her I don’t recall.
   But as a lover who just took me now, this one, I do know best of all.

A child spoken for no one and always full of needs
expecting full attention just to show that she can please.
She’s a broken promise keeper, wanting so bad to believe
in something that would need her much, that could lead her fearlessly.
Even if it were a prison dark, she’d give away the keys
it if simply took her by the hand and promised not to leave.

Chorus.

A lover with an open mind that speaks of love so free
believing it a rightful thing to be taken openly,
all except for the lover who’s in her eyes
whom she guards most jealously,
but always keeping careful distances and happy just as long.
She’s waiting for the moment when she knows her time has come
then she’s patient like a snowflake that’s falling to the sun.

Chorus.

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