lyrics from This One's on the House

Carving Stone

Car lights on the highway, like pearls at night
A string of red going my way alongside a string of white
And I'm trying to remember just how free and lucky I am
But I'm racing back and forth to nowhere, and I'm too tired to give a damn
Sometimes I feel I've been suckered by a dream of living on the roam
Turns out it's a lot like bein' a trucker, it's a lot of drivin' alone

Pull into the next town, feeling weary and strange
Seems I'm coming to resemble the very things I wanna change
A room full of strangers, and I'm trying to connect
But they only wanna hear what they've already heard, what did I expect?
One says you're some kinda tripper, just following the muse along
And I say it's a lot like being a stripper, a lot of trying to turn drunks on

Those of us who'll do it, we'll do it anyway
And that suits those who'll use it, cause they don't have to pay, and they say,
It's about the music, not the fifty dollars, and aren't you having fun?
And I say it's a lot like working blue-collar, a lot of just gettin 'er done

I'm thinkin' bout a young girl who caught me off guard with her smile
She was following roads and songs, and she rode along awhile
Like the boiling ocean she crashed in and rolled out again
She was in love with a vague notion, not this particular man, and she says
Don't sweat when things don't go well, there'll be plenty more along your way
And I say it's a lot like livin' in hotels, it's nice, but you can't stay

You start out with something sacred that you wanna tell someone
But this mean old world might break you, or you might just take the money and run
And it might be good for your karma, and yeah, ramblin' has its thrills
But it's more like being a farmer, strugglin to pay the bills

Met a kid in a campground with a guitar and a head full of dreams
Starting on a road I've been partway down with no idea what it means
I wanted to warn him about some stuff up ahead
But it occured to me that his road ain't mine, I should be telling myself instead
And he says he might starve alone, but he's hopin' for some bright day
And I say it's a lot like carving stone, you just keep chippin' away

This One's on the House (the Hobo Song)

I live in my van, and it's a fine place to live
I sleep where I please, and wake smilin'
There's no rent to pay, and I change the yard most every day
From Halifax out to the Queen Charlotte Islands

There's no shame in being a hobo
And it's a great luxury to have a car
And it seems to me that I'm one lucky mofo
Sleeping out alone beneath the stars

I loaned my friend Brin an orange tarp to curl up in
Out drinkin' one rainy night in Vancouver
And he thanked me two times, he was just so happy to be dry
Though the police tried to make him feel like a loser

There's no shame in being a hobo
Shame's only for those who got pride
And you gotta keep an eye out for the po-po
But sometimes even the po-po will let you ride

This one's on the house, sweet child, this one's on the house
Save your money for another mile, this one's on the house

Sleeping in parks, and living in cars, sneaking drinks into bars
And washing up in lakes and truck-stops might be frowned on
But you'll do what you must, get love from those you trust
And get yourself to the road that you'll be found on

There's no shame in being a hobo
And we always get taken care of somehow
And you sure can't take it with you when you go
Might as well get used to livin' without now
You sure can't take it with you when you go
Might as well get used to livin' without now

Lucky Star

These thoughts they would be nothin' if they weren't your thoughts too
And if this bridge of words will bear our weight, I'll meet halfway with you
Who knows what we're after, so who knows what we'll find
Distraction and laughter are escape routes for the mind
But this body only works so long, these lungs have just so many breaths
Can't see the outside from within and you can't take both the right path and the left
I chose this road I'm travelin' and I'd choose it again today
Can't regret the time my heart spent beating by yours nor can I regret walking away

Cause you're a lucky star
You're burning out bright and true
And it shines a light into my heart to be thought of by you

I keep imagining a day and hoping it'll come soon
Where I'd stumble off my way and I'll run into you
And we'll agree that with circumstance and fate being what they are
And with the hour being so late, we should just get out of this bar

It was fiery while it lasted and it went out the way it came
I'd like to say I'm past it, but I'm still moved by the mention of your name
Whatever shores you reach, whatever good folks you come to know
May they continue to teach, may you continue to burn, and shine, and grow

The Dirt on Your Heart

There's dirt on your heart from all the low-down, dirty places you been
You dragged your poor heart through more than enough
And more piled up from every time you lied
And then kicked some dirt around to cover it up
And from every one that gave you her love
And you carelessly gave her back hurt
There's dirt on your heart,
You might think that it's art, it's just dirt
You might think that it's art

There's dirt on your heart that's hardened into a jacket
To hold you through the cold and friendless months
And you just never could bring yourself to crack it
Remembering how well it served it you once
But hearts that beat freely must surely be beaten
Only bloodied and scuffed ones arrive
And you believe that you need that dirt on your heart to survive
Do you think you need to survive this world?

There's dirt on your poor heart that's not your own
Your friends and your family tracked it around
And try as you might, you just can't always know
And remember to pick up all that you put down
And since you can't forget a mark on your heart
Even when the one who left it's long gone
There's some dirt on your heart that you'll have to scrub off on your own
It hurts, but you scrub it off

The Ramblin' Kind

Don't you go fallin' for the ramblin' kind
Soon as you quit following you'll get left behind
You can love 'em, believe in them,
But don't you get to needin' em
Nobody owns the ramblin' kind

She was strong-backed and wild, and had the open highway in her heart
And I loved the way she'd kick-start her bike, and roar off in the dark
And I loved the far-away in her eye, as she'd stare off down the line
I couldn't hold her heart but now that same highway cuts through mine

Don't you go fallin' for a ramblin' girl
Keep your eyes open when she takes you for a whirl
You can hold her at night, but don't you hold her too tight
Nobody owns a ramblin' girl

I was tired and weary and had the feeling I'd been running way too long
And her arms held sweet comfort, and her eyes held a song
When we parted ways I tried to make a joke, but she just couldn't laugh
We split like a wishbone, somehow I got the big half
Don't you go fallin' for a ramblin' man
He's just like water, he'll slip through your hands
You can love him, you can touch him,
but don't you try to clutch him
Nobody owns a ramblin' man

They just go speedin' by
And you can ride with them for a stretch
But the thing that caught your eye
Is the one that you can't catch

Don't you go fallin' for the ramblin' kind
Soon as you quit following you'll get left behind
You can love 'em, believe in them,
But don't you get to needin' em
Nobody owns the ramblin' kind

Shady Grove (traditional, re-arranged)

Shady grove, my little love, shady grove, I know
Shady grove, my sweet love, bound for the shady grove

Once I had an old banjo, strings were made of twine
The only tune that it would play was trouble on my mind

Once I had a gold banjo, and every string did shine
The only tune that it would play was I wish that girl was mine

Once I had a fine banjo, precious but frail
And every weary tune on it said while you can, set sail

Wish I was in shady grove, sittin' on a rocking chair
And if the blues won't leave me alone, I'll rock away from there

People, Please

People, please take my advice
Be sure and treat your people extra nice
Cause if it's real, they got your back 'til the end
And there ain't nothing so good to find, or bad to lose as a friend, as a friend

People, please take my advice
There's no good sense in telling lies
Cause while you may deceive those who believe it's true
The real lie is forgetting that you are them and they are you, they are you

Travelers, it may be a long way round
Before you find yourself homeward bound
But in your heart you can carry your family along
Just as long as you remember where you got your song, where you got your song

Though the air is wintry and the creek's all froze
You can be sure that underneath the water flows
And the birds are returning with southern songs
New tunes that we'll be learning before too long, before too long

If it Won't Break Your Heart

By and by, the weeds run high
And a dusty wind blows over the old place
Bit by bit, the memory of it
Returns to haunt me in familiar voices along those old pathways
Side by side, we laughed so hard we cried
And stayed up all night, getting rowdy, and making a scene everywhere
But day by day, some drift further away
And some pass through the curtain, and we can't follow there
What could ever stop this parade of days
From takin' everything you love away?
And what am I so afraid of?
If it won't break your heart, it ain't love

Line by line, this cruel world undermines
All that you fought for, they suck the soul of it and give you back the grief
Turn by turn, everyone learns
To guard their speech, and knot up their heart in disbelief
What could ever stop this parade of days
From takin' everything you love away?
And what am I so afraid of?
If it won't break your heart, it ain't love
If it won't break your heart
If it won't break your heart, it ain't love

The Day After Tomorrow (Tom Waits, Kathleen Brennan)

I got your letter today, and I miss you all so much here
And I can't wait to see you all, and I'm counting the days, dear
I still believe that there's gold at the end of the world
And I'll come home to Illinois on the day after tomorrow

It is so hard, and it's cold here, and I'm tired of taking orders
And I miss old Rockford town up by the Wisconsin border
What I miss you won't believe, shoveling snow and raking leaves
And my plane, it will touch down, on the day after tomorrow

I close my eyes every night and I dream that I can hold you
They fill us full of lies, everyone buys, about what it means to be a soldier
I still don't know how I'm supposed to feel about all the blood that's been spilled
Will God on his throne get me back home on the day after tomorrow?

You can't deny, the other side, they don't wanna die any more than we do
What I'm trying to say is don't they pray to the same God that we do?
And tell me how does God choose? Whose prayers does He refuse?
Who spins the wheel, who rolls the dice, on the day after tomorrow?

I am not fighting for justice, I am not fighting for freedom
I am fighting for my life and another day in the world here
I just do what I've been told, we're just the gravel on the road
And only the lucky ones come home on the day after tomorrow

And the summer, it too will fade, and with it comes the winter's frost, dear
And I know we too are made of all the things that we have lost here
I'll be twenty-one today, I've been saving all my pay
And my plane, it will touch down, on the day after tomorrow

This Old World's Got its Secrets to Keep

This old world's got its secrets to keep
This old world's got its secrets to keep
If it's certainy that you want, you can wish away all the doubts that haunt
But this world's got its secrets to keep

Back and forth under blue heaven
Back and forth under blue heaven
Oh, the places we have been, all this troubled time wandering
Back and forth under blue heaven

Don't ask yourself if you want to die on the road
Just ask yourself if this is the road you want to die on

This old world's got its secrets to keep
This old world's got its secrets to keep
If it's certainty that you crave, you'll be following it to your grave
Cause the world's got its secrets to keep

Back and forth under blue heaven
Back and forth under blue heaven
Oh, the loves that we have passed, we were winding our ways fast
Back and forth under blue heaven

Don't ask yourself if you want to die on the road
Just ask yourself if this is the road you want to die on

Out of the blue, and into the black
Out of the blue, and into the black
What it's like I wish they'd say, but they never come back this way
It's just out of the blue, and into the black

This old world's got its secrets to keep
This old world's got its secrets to keep
If it's certainy that you seek, you can wish away all the doubts that creep
But this world's got its secrets to keep