Last Solid Ground Lyrics


Shoot the Moon
I almost brought you a present
I almost brought you around
Instead I changed my mind
And I sold you out

What are you gonna do
When there’s no one left around you?
You say you’re gonna shoot the moon
But I can’t turn my back on you

I almost banked on intuition
I almost broke my collar bone
Instead I came to my clean senses
And left you lyin’ on the floor

I almost made believe I was really
I almost met the Fab Four
Instead I ran around and avoided
It sure ain’t like that anymore

I almost spent some time gamblin’
I almost took the whole pot
Instead I headed for Milwaukee
And now I’m gittin’ what it is you got


Own Sweet Time
You haven’t caught a wink, Tom, you haven’t shaved for days
A fussin’ an’ a fightin’, back to your old ways
What’s become of you, Tom?  Have you checked the mirror?
Don’t forget tomorrow; you know it’s almost here
I ain’t forgot tomorrow, I know it’s almost here
I’m bettin’ on a woman; she’s sittin’ right over there

You’re shakin’ in your boots, Tom, yeah I know it’s true
I tell you you’re right, boss, this ain’t new to you
Don’t fret and don’t flee, Tom, no matter what you do
Well I’m swearin’ to Jesus, but he’s late comin’ through

I don’t wish I were somewhere else
But I burn when I’m by myself
There’s a woman that I’ve got in mind
I’m prayin’ we can spend our own sweet time

You lookin’ for a reason to turn things back around?
There ain’t no back turnin’, but I’m hoverin’ off the ground
I hollered out last night, but no one came around
And I had a little trouble drivin’ back ‘cross town
But when I got home I sure did know
The perfect little woman was there to love me so


Three Feet High
Armed with a reason
I’m gonna call in sick
You’ll be here in the morning
Full of highway wit

Small town sky seems three feet high
Changed your mind again
Great big house but there’s only you
A continental drift

Small town sky is three feet high
Maybe change your name
Move around just to settle down
And find it’s all the same

It feels really late
Isn’t any light
This road is old, baby
Better hold on tight

You smell like a fire
I beam with the sound
I can see the coals for miles
That’s gonna turn me on


Am I Awake
Wet streets at night and red tail lights
You’re a sight for sore eyes
Booze on my breath, got nothing left
To keep up this disguise
Don’t seem to care; the smell of the air
Is ripe for telling lies

Hard words to sell and you just fell
Into a trap with me
Don’t fall so hard, don’t disregard
I’m not who you think you see
Rose-colored eyes and off-white lies
Nothing really seems too clear
I let it slip so please let it slide
I’ll tell you what you want to hear

I’ll tell you everything when I’m awake
Have I slept through my mistakes?
The thought of you I just can’t shake
Was I dreaming? Am I awake?

Cold sheets at morn and love notes torn
Seems you’ve left for good
Scent still lingers on my sheets and fingers
Your leaving’s well understood


I’ll Be Damned
Quit fighting your urges
Tell me what I’ve known for years
Make up for all of your absence
Learn to forget obligation

I’ll be damned if you’ll come back around waving your magic wand
It can do anything
I’ll be damned if you’ll smirk like you do, all things centered on you
I will do anything
I can’t stand for this tortuous waiting; will you accept this ring?
I won’t say anything

I was amazed by your action
I almost drowned at your will
We learned to harness attrition
And capture unworldly thrill

I understand their protesting
Some sort of darling intent
A pure Patrick Dempsey confusion
If it weren’t for you I’d relent

I will do anything, you can say anything, we can be anything


Justification Portion
You’ve got a bandage on your foot
A chip on your shoulder
Disease on your mind
No light to read with
No pen to write
You’re figuring out
Which portions
Are void of spite
You’re withering down
Things don’t get much better
Though you’ve tried

You’ve got a period
This proclaimed nut
Fire-bellied demon
Stalking the corn
With its biting disgust
Suspending a vow
For time being
Compromising your dismay
No matter what now
It’s your lie
It could be no other way

Your direction smells like water
Your intention ain’t no lie
And the leavin’ is startin’ to bother
Our children ain’t makin’ no plans

You’ve got a semi-chocolate rush
Baggage compartment
Stolen ideals
Uneasy plant life
Ecstatic heels
You’re figuring out
Which portions
Are void of spite
You’re withering down
Things don’t get much better
Though you’ve tried


Gas Station Sunglasses
I’d never just run away
But another damned Wednesday
Would kill me off straight away
And I don’t wanna be that guy

I called in some favors
From fishermen and fancy painters
I never told the neighbors
And I filled up outside of town

So it’s gas station sunglasses
And momentary judgment lapses
When a memory never passes
Watching the road go by

Got a stare from a Harvard drunk
For the little sticker on my trunk
As the sound of the backwoods funk
Disappeared into the air

Capable of graceful crashes
I hit the brakes before her life flashes
But she knows that my hat matches
What she’s wearin’ out tonight

So it’s gas station sunglasses
And momentary judgment lapses
When a memory never passes
Watching the band warm up


Orange & Brown
Blue mornin’ runs and draws
Forty-One runs north and south
Reminds me of hunting dogs
On their last hallowed ground 

Talkin’ off your underwear
You were such a pretty girl
But that’s neither here nor there
Check your defunct crown

South Skunk River
You know you’ll never live it down
Talkin’ trash all over town
I love your creamy white skin but your heart is
Orange and brown
You play the little sister
You know you’ll never live it down
Shake your ass all over town
I love your creamy white skin but your heart is
Orange and brown

You’ll always want what you aren’t
Like askin’ God to explain
It’s hard to admit you’re lonely
When everyone’s around

I never really knew your name
Until that one time in the hall
I never was quite the same again


God’s Got No Room
I never thought it would come to this
Shoot off your mouth, beat on your chest
Don’t chase me down, you’ve got no proof
Don’t chase me down with heritage

I’ve watched you destroy our proper gesture
I’ve seen you dismantle intent
I’ve been pushed so far, my schoolyard sweetheart
Has become the worst lament

God’s got no room for you
Her senses are awakening

Have you thought about how you’ll clean this mess?
Has it ever crossed your mind?
How many disparate wails can you handle?
How many places can you hide?

God’s got no room for you
Her senses are awakening
God’s got no room for you
Her senses are awakening now

Haven’t you discovered what’s happening?
Has it at all begun to set in?
Forget about your cruel investments
Begin to recognize your sin


You Said It
Announcing it out loud
Please keep that down
You say that miles of regret and bitter lament
Fill you up inside

You say it will prepare me
But you got it all wrong
Every time my tongue drips dry
You nearly kept me around, but

You said it
Maybe someday, well, I could forget it, but
You said it
Maybe someway, well, you might regret it, but
You said it
Maybe, someday, well, I could forget it, but
You said it

All it needs is time
All it needs is time
Is the last thing I need to hear right now
I’d leave you but I know
I’d find you out tonight

I’ll be home around the usual time
But you know it don’t ever happen like that
After all you tried to hit me with
You didn’t miss this time, did you


County Fair Queens
Driving to the state line
In a state of misery
Rollin’ down through Iowa
Dirty like Ol’ Muddy
Guided by the headlights
On a seven-six RV
Thinkin’ that we done it right
Tired and tryin’ hard to see

We’ll be dead before we realize
And you can write our eulogies
Brown your nose, use those pretty eyes
Save the truth for the homily

Taking shots and tasting lies
Acting out a tired scene
Pull the wool down on our eyes
Stealing third from county fair queens

Made enough to pay our way
And play another day
In a town that doesn’t care
Or think it matters anyway