Mary isn’t the girl I thought I’d be with When I traded vows at the altar She’s not even the one that I meant to phone when I thought the “5” in that number was “4” I was only talking about the weather When I said things were getting rough By my estimations this disaster Was something I just never would’ve dreamed of I remember the times when she used to laugh Just to make me feel like a joker In the end it was I pretending to smile When her insincere sense of humor had died Bathing in the alcoholic sunlight Warms imperfect memories When my common sense No longer burns bright Could explain the feeling that I’m Waiting around in the dark You’ve been busy making a fool of my heart But if you want to love me then you should be around Mary isn’t the girl I thought I’d be with But now I feel alone when without her She’s not even the one I thought that she was When I wondered what in the hell I had done Indifferent to all the cars and stoplights While I was barely driving by When my common sense no longer works right Could explain the feeling that I’m Waiting around in the dark Looking at our past in perfect focus Makes the imperfections Seem so obvious And more ridiculous

Recently divorced He left for Dewey Beach With some old high school friends Sucked in his gut and bought Some new swim trunks To try it all again I could be in love again Bottle & Cork late night Heavy heart and cigarettes Fresh ice in my gin I could be in love again Picture on the postcard Lonely eyes can be concealed Covered up by cheap Ray-Bans And he feels like he’s Young Again Like a girl in a summer dress As she walks down the boardwalk Young Again Resolve strengthens as he sips on a fresh gin he’s pulling his hair from the side I could be in love again Picture on the postcard Perfect sunset, perfect tan I brush the hair away from your skin And he feels like he’s young again Like a kid on Christmas day As he stares at the new sled Young Again As he walks to the dance floor His resolve will be crumbling They’re all so young and beautiful Young Again And all the college boys say I’ll never be like him When I grow up I won’t be that lonely I used to share that sentiment When I was 10 years old Like the ‘Bastards’ Paul Westerberg Once sang about I think I know now And the laughing and pointing Just a big disappointment Suck it in all you want, man We all want to be young again He retreats from the dance floor This is not like the postcard As he slams down the rail drink The lights begin to spin This is not like the postcard Drunk alone in a strange bar How the hell could you leave me? Supposed to be death ‘til us end

Love me if you please Been cut off at the bees knees I can’t even tell you why Rivers jump their banks This isn’t that different Memories will fade Or tighten up like shrink-wrap This should come as no surprise I’m afraid of breaking the promise She’s got a finger Pressed upon her lips ‘This will be our secret’ She’s got the patsy At her fingertips Everybody knows it Making me believe the lie Was easier than she first thought It’s all that she pretends to be Beauty as she glides Been caught up in your landslide Nothing ever seemed as clear Nature sometimes kills This isn’t that different Things get overlooked Like common sense in romance This should come as no surprise Passion comes in pretty disguises How can you stand That she’s a million miles away She’s holding your hand But she’s a million miles away

Packed up from Chicago at 3:00am Sweat soaked through your favorite shirt I wore it out again I forget the big appeal of cigarettes But they’re piling up in the ashtray As we drive away from the West Coming Home About a million songs About coming home I’m so goddamn arrogant That I decided to write one more Hope you sing along Coming home Bright lights of Bloomington at 6:00am Phil’s asleep beside me I wore him out again I’m so tired of seeing your face through a telephone The Replacements are on the radio Singing ‘Can’t Hardly Wait’ Coming home Pennsylvania Turnpike and we’re almost home Hope you bought a paper and put some coffee on Every time I see you now I’m almost gone Wilco’s on the radio Singing ‘Don’t Forget the Flowers’ Coming Home You said I’d never written you A real love song Here is your love song

Maybe God is a practical joker And he knows I’ve got a short fuse Maybe I’m in this thing for the last time And it feels like there’s everything to lose Maybe love is the answer to my questions I know I can’t refuse And I know I could love this life forever If I could be with you But I’m gonna be all alone Maybe God has a Hollywood ending That he’s under some pressure to rewrite Switched the signs at a fork in the highway And I’ve fallen off the narrow path tonight Maybe love is the only true salvation I know I can’t refuse And I know I could love this life forever If I could be with you But this is the irony of truth The punchline is set The joke is through I’m gonna be all I am to you I’m gonna be all alone

Looks like she’s leaving She’s gonna miss a beautiful season This time she’s’ going ‘round the time the blooms start showing I’m staring at a runway Hoping she’ll make it back someday If the honeysuckle won’t keep you here It’s blooming all along the fence now, dear The way you left You made things clear today Who cares anyway? Hugged by the flowers She’s leaving in another hour She’s really leaving She’s gonna miss a beautiful season I’m staring at a runway Hoping she’ll make it back someday If the honeysuckle don’t’ keep you here It’s blooming all along the fence now, dear The way you left You made things clear today If the gravel road won’t bring you back To kick an old tire down a railroad track The way you left I hope you’ll get back this way It sure hurts anyway

I built a satellite to win you over Your best friend said You weren’t impressed Too many lovers and Not enough time to spend Put me in orbit with the rest Let me come down I thought about it & it made me crazy Just to hang around while you decide I cried for three days straight While we disintegrate Burn down your happy satellite Let me come down

I think you know me Better after 10 years now Maybe we should just pretend That if we look real soft We’ll overlook what we’ve lost Maybe we should just pretend Cause I feel like I could die Trying not to make a sound And I feel like we’re in danger Feeling like we’ve run aground And I feel like letting go Slowly let it slip away And I feel like we’re in danger I think it’s awfully silly What we just can’t admit Maybe we should just pretend That the beginning of me Is the ending of me and you Cause I feel like letting go Slowly let it slip away As the sound of pens on paper Separate what little remains And I feel so underwhelmed As the words that we had one time vowed Are like echoes in the water

I’m waltzing the new house with you Cause nobody else knows what we’ve been through The hard times and battles By now they’re out of view And I’m waltzing the new house with you You pulled us over At the house on the corner You took my hand from the wheel You took your high road And I knocked you over But we never forgot how to feel I’m waltzing the new house with you Cause nobody else knows what we’ve been through The hard times and battles By now they’re out of view And I’m waltzing the new house with you Now you’re beside me And we’re growing older The wind blows much harder up here So we’ll throw a party And invite all the doubters And dance through the good time and tears

Too much time Without enough to do And I’ve been reading dark, Southern fiction novels that make me feel blue Another shit town I’ve got something to prove And not enough you Too much road Not enough home When I called you up on Friday You sounded so alone You sit tight I’ve got more road to do And not enough you I’ll come home You’ll pretend you don’t care We’ll sit down over coffee I’ll tell you all about my year A lot of bad luck And a lot of bad food And not enough you Not enough you We keep reliving the problems That we’ve been through I’ll come home Darlin’ we’ll pull through Me and you