Some lyrics.

The luck I found
That's a shaky fixture leading the way
Barely shedding light, half the day
You won't believe the luck I found
I think that you should stick around
for the second showing

You're a tiny speck when the light goes down
But, you're looming larger and stealing the crown
You won't believe the luck I found
I think that you should stick around
for the second showing

Your eyes have dried and see through time
to later on, where they're not mine

Your halo shines around your head
but, it won't fix the words you said

So later on when you turn around,
you won't believe the luck I found


Rosemary
Rosemary's full of water and mud
and they're all walking slow
blank stares and wandering eyes
they wonder if it can get any better

I can't remember a time that I wasn't cold

She walks by without thinking of him
her mind is on the floor
she's carried home and tries to forget
the changes that waiver and fall off of the edge

Say you'll run into me
say you'll run into me
say you'll run into me
say you'll run into me ...


Time to write
The paper said that today was a nine
That it was finally time
to own up to what is mine

But, I'm too scared to call
and I never seem to find the time to write

The pen and the ink lift me up just to sink
And the thoughts that I had left me dead
and too scared to think


With the space left blank
I can't believe
the things unwilling
all unthrilling and tangled

Draping down, all green and blue
with too many stories to tell

I can't be seen
the things are hidden
so stress-ridden and vanquished

It's a hole with a hole in the bottom
Filling up, filling up with nothing
In a place half-full of empty
With the space left blank


I must be jinxed
It's a sight to see
the way that I hold myself down
could it be
that I don't need your help at all

Leave it up to me
so you won't even have to try
wouldn't that be
a much easier way to show

All I want is to let it go

It won't do
to walk around my neighborhood
what would it prove
to show you that I'm not tied down?

And right on cue the phone rings
but there's nobody there

I must be jinxed for all that I've done...

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all (c) Gary Miller, 1998