IN THE BUNKER (Shaber)

Neil Young sits in a bunker, I'm sitting by his side
We tap a bottle of old red wine as we talk all night
He tells me not to worry 'bout that gang of guys outside

Running around the bunker
In which we hide
And passing me a smile
He says I'm alright inside

He tells to me the secret with which he writes his songs
He says he'd like to sing someday and have me sing along
But still I hear that scuffling through the leaves that have died

So dry outside the bunker
In which we hide
But I am not alone
And I'm alright inside

And all the time I'm wondering why he stays with me
Drinking wine and thinking about life's dischordant melody
I feel secure but am I feeling false security?
But then I see him smiling at me

In the bunker

It's funny how me make such friendships in our minds
And hear the missing verses to the songs we seek to write

In the bunker
Inside my mind
Yes, it is quite a ride

STRAW BOY (Shaber, Herskowitz)

Not gonna jump out of open windows
Can't watch my life unfold
Not in this lifetime
Just throw me a lifeline
Turn this straw boy into gold

Hold my hand in your hand as we fly by the roadside
Love rides shotgun, time is still on this flipside
Driving so slow, so long 'til we get there
Looped in the loops of your hair

Not gonna keep on runnin' runnin' runnin'
I'm not afraid of growing old
Put my love to the test
Don't withhold your caress
Please please please turn this straw boy into gold

Hold my hand in your hand as we fly by the roadside
Love rides shotgun, time is still on this flipside
Driving so slow, so long 'til we get there
Looped in the loops of your hair

My mind is my own place though I don't know it well
Makes a cold hell of Heaven and a heaven of
Hell Your love is an arrow, I'm walkin' the line
Won't fall by the wayside, my balance is fine

My love is made for comfort
It's not made for speed
But if the wind messed my hair
I don't care
No no no it's alright with me

Hold my hand in your hand as we fly by the roadside
Love rides shotgun, time is still on this flipside
Driving so slow, so long 'til we get there
Looped in the loops of your hair

Hold my hand in your hand as we fly by the roadside
Love rides shotgun, time is still on this flipside
Driving so slow, so long
Looped in the loops
Ooh, I'm looped in the loops I'm looped in the loops
Of your hair

SINCE I LET YOU GO (Shaber)

What is a river and where does it lay?
Where can you leave it that it will stay?
Since I let you go there's so much that I want to know

What is an evening, can you measure its size?
Does it last until the dawn, or does it end when you close your eyes?
Since I let you go, there's so much that I want to know

What is a memory, tell me how does it thrive?
Is it only a vision in your mind, or is it truly alive?
Since I let you go there's so much that I want to know

And who is the Man in the Moon, with his power to make me smile?
Just a rocky crater face, or a guardian angel in exile?
A guardian angel in exile
Since I let you go, there's so much that I want to know

What is an absence, why does it bear such weight?
Can I give it back after time, or am I too late?
Since I let you go

And what is a garden, is it just what gets fenced in?
And do you know how it will grow when you begin?
Since I let you go,
Since I let you go,
Since I let you go there's so much I want to know

WANTING AIR (Shaber)

Cinder block, cinder eyes
A Cinderella walks the night
Air of dust, air of grace
Air of fright

And she looks to the free to tell her why
And she longs to breathe, stretch her wings and fly

Broken heel, broken heart
Broken in by the forms of the dark
Smiling stars, smiles painfully
Smile is stark

And she looks to the free to tell her why
And she longs to breathe, stretch her wings and fly

Wounded soul, wound and bruise
Wounded so by the arrows of truth
Wasted johns, wasted journeys
Wasted youth

And she looks to the free to tell her why
And she longs to breathe, stretch her wings and fly

Dirty clothes, dirty stares
Dirty fingers in tangled hair
Wanting light, wanting balance
Wanting air

And she looks to the free to tell her why
And she longs to breathe, stretch her wings and fly

Stretches out her wings and breathes the air and leaves the ground
and is rising and rising above the cinder block
And feeling warm and smiling wide and floating on a sunny breeze
and reaching out over the edge and she can hear the mountains talk

Whisper in warm messages say she is beautiful she is so beautiful
Holds out her hand and drops of bright rain rain down now washing her away spray down now wash her away wash her away

And she looks to the free to tell her why
And she longs to breathe, stretch her wings and fly.

SOUTHERN MOON (Shaber)

Daddy, from this roof I see windows of the lives of the town
And I look up into the sky, you know I think I can see her looking down
And oh, Daddy, I know you'll hold her soon
And you'll be going home by the Southern Moon

Daddy, there's a picture on the mantle of a man and his wife
They're smiling in a portrait of the ageless heart of the meaning of life
And oh, Daddy, I know you're lost now here, so alone
But by the Southern Moon you'll be going home

And when you close your eyes, you're wishing for evermore
No Nana nowhere now to open them for
The more the crowd, the more you feel alone
But oh, Daddy, we're with you on your own

Daddy, no breath carries the air in the darkness of night
And no one's eyes to welcome you to every new day in its morning light
And oh, Daddy, now you find yourself here in a northern room
But you'll be going home by the Southern Moon

And when you close your eyes, you're wishing for evermore
No Nana nowhere now to open them for
The more the crowd, the more you feel alone
But oh, Daddy, we're with you on your own

And Daddy I can't say that I can sing her song as well
Or bring back the half of your heart
But Daddy I will listen to the stories that you tell
For you, Dear, I'll be here 'til death do you depart 'Til death do you depart

Daddy, on this roof there's a stillness that encircles me
It feels as though I'm close to a heaven if only I knew what a heaven might be
And oh Daddy, you'll soon be freed from life's coccoon
And you'll be going home by the Southern Moon

And when you close your eyes, you're wishing for evermore
No Nana nowhere now to open them for
The more the crowd, the more you feel alone
But oh, Daddy, we're with you on your own

And oh Daddy, I know you'll hold her soon
And you'll be going home by the Southern Moon

WHERE YOU CALLING FROM
(Shaber, Reyercroft, Negin)

Hey baby, where you calling from?
How far away now from my door?
And did you find
That peace of mind
You were looking for?

Hey baby, what can you see?
An open field or closed-in walls?
One leaves one day
The ground gives way
And someone falls

Hey baby, can you feel me now?
I'm touching you, my eyes shut tight
With fingers wide
I smooth your side,
But still, I'm alone,
I'm alone in the night

Hey baby, are you happy now?
'Cause I'm not smiling on my own
Have you cried?
Are you satisfied?
Or are you still alone?

INVISIBLE WOMAN (Shaber, Schaffer)

She's driven the roads narrow and wide
Invisible woman can't find her pride
A hard outer shell protects her inside
It's like no home she's ever known

Countryside fairgrounds, colored alive
Invisible woman floats ride to ride
She can't hear the music dance and dive
It's like no home she's ever known

Invisible face with invisible eyes
Invisible laughs and invisible cries
Invisible whole of invisible parts
Invisible loves with invisible heart

Coffee café brews ideas and dreams
Invisible woman gets lost in the steam
She watches the lovers singing their theme
It's like no home she's ever known

Invisible face with invisible eyes
Invisible laughs and invisible cries
Invisible whole of invisible parts
Invisible loves with invisible heart

CALEDONIAN FESTIVAL (Shaber)

It was ancient history, it was the midday show
Cobbled street to Netherbow.
Two souls would laugh together
Along the Row

Breezy summer tones and curtain calls
Wandering past the Gothic stones of ancient walls
A Caledonian festival
A Caledonian festival

Actors camp in tiny flats
At the sunset hour all our rooftop chats
The streets are lined with poets
And acrobats

Breezy summer tones and curtain calls
Wandering past the Gothic stones of ancient walls
A Caledonian Festival
A Caledonian Festival

I remember how we were
Me loving him, you loving her
Today your voice kisses me from so far
And I remember

I remember breezy summer tones and curtain calls
Wandering past the Gothic stones of ancient walls

RIDDLE ME (Shaber)

There's a little green professor
Sittin' on a numbered cloud
And he eats a motorcycle
And his daughter is so proud
So they're watching down below
Where a little purple moose
Is dancing with abandon
On a macramé caboose

Will you riddle, will you riddle me
Will you riddle me a story my friend
With no beginning or end?

And the mountains by the tracks
Haven't made their beds in years
But they whisper to the oceans
And they hope nobody hears
Sayin what's that new look on everyone's face
It's simply sweeping the land
And one more thing, you can feel a smile
But you can't hold it in your hand

Will you riddle, will you riddle me
Will you riddle me a story my friend
With no beginning or end?

We've closed our eyes and cleared our heads
Lost our limbs beneath the sheets
Eaten breakfast in the sun
Coffee, green eggs and beets
We watched the flowers on the ridge
The mosquitoes in the park
And when time came for Yahtzee again
We played it in the dark

Will you riddle, will you riddle me
Will you riddle me a story my friend
With no beginning or end?

End? Where's the end?
Here's the end:

Diamonds dribble from the trees
In the azure evening moon
Little green professor's full
(so full)
But he'll be hungry again soon...

NO WORDS (Shaber)

It is the running of the stream
It is the blowing of the breeze
It is the lines of light, like life, through the panes on summer's eve

There are no words to explain how I feel
And there are no words to discern what is real

It is the breath of lover's sleep
It is the winter weathered geese
It is the ahhh... of dreams

There are no words to explain how I feel
And there are no words to discern what is real

It is the White Rabbit's need
It is the height of the garden's key
It is the Wonderland adventure through the autumn sea of leaves

There are no words to explain how I feel
And there are no words to discern what is real