Press the cork back in the bottle Hang the apple back on the tree You ripped the envelope. You read the horoscope You saw the thing that you were not meant to see All the presents you already have unwrapped All the continents and oceans have been mapped Put your troubles back in the box now Tie the box up with a rope Pandora, you’ve got regrets now Pandora, there’s still hope Un-send the text. Un-have the sex Forget the secret you did not want to hear Undrive the car. Unlearn to swim Go back in time, and don’t drink the beer All the bubbles in the wrapping you have popped All the rivers rushing downwards won’t be stopped So glue the shards into a teacup Break the song back into notes Throw the drops up at the rainclouds Uncut your hair. Unsink the boats All the presents you already have unwrapped All the continents and oceans have been mapped All the messages you have left on his phone All the seeds you sowed are now already grown When you look, you see When you touch, you feel When you seek, you find When you live, you die You can’t unknow the things you’ve come to know

I got a song in my head It’s playing over again And over again Like a broken record On the radio And it’s fast and it’s slow And it’s loud and it’s low And it’s everywhere I go I got a song in my head I think it’s you It’s the scent on the breeze It’s the weak in my knees It’s the dream before I woke up crying I could say it’s not there I could say it’s unfair I could say I don’t care But god knows I’d be lying You are on the tip of my tongue You are the breath in my lungs We are a guitar unstrung A chorus left unsung

Why does it feel uphill both ways? Push the goddamn stroller all my goddamn days Husband’s got a job. Thank god it pays Taught the dog to sit. At least someone obeys I heard the choppers high in the sky Up over Union Street, I saw one fly Turned on NPR. Story made me cry There’s a dolphin about to die So let’s all go down And watch the disaster Dolphin run aground The world’s spinning faster If I had my way, I’d stop and mourn your life But I’m too busy being somebody’s wife Stuck up a creek Can’t hardly breathe Need a dolphin metaphor so I can grieve I can’t look away I will his every breath My every day is a little death Guess he got stuck The same as me In this Superfunded poison misery If I knew then What he knows now I’d never swim up this canal

Who’s that now yeah sitting by the wall? Who’s that now yeah sitting by the wall? Staring at a riverside Her hair is flowing with the tide Now you’re gone. Now you’re gone Already been too long She’s got a smile now, that is pure Smiling down that could cure And now I’m thinking about you And now I’ve got them blues Because of you. Because of you Already got them blues My Lady Brown She’s the sweetest thing around

It’s a summer’s day Grab the fishing rod Got the tackle box already in the car He’s got his coffee cup Now he’s backing up He don’t have to drive too fast cause it’s not that far By the riverside Air is cool and light He’s deep in the woods And dressed like a lumberjack Then he’s wading in Sees a flash of fin Flicks his rod in the air The fly floating out and back He’s gone to the Miracle Set off at the break of day He’s gone to the Miracle It’s never too far away He’s gone to the Miracle Knows just what he’s looking for Off there at the Miracle Open the door It’s a summer night The moon is hanging bright And she’s with her friends at the park to see the show She wears her favorite jeans It’s her favorite scene With the band on the stage and the people all there below High in the trees Strings of lights like beads And the first major chords are ringing out so clear She’s standing on her chair All the people there Harmonize with the chorus for everyone to hear She’s gone to see the Miracle She’s gone till the break of day She’s gone to the Miracle It’s never too far away She’s off at the Miracle She’ll find what she’s looking for Off there at the Miracle Open the door Don’t take much to bring your living self back from the dead Don’t take much to turn the water to wine It’s a switch inside of your head Put down your phone and just remember what the good book said It’s for you, so go ahead, go ahead, go ahead Don’t need a special day No magic words to say You don’t even have to earn it by being good Because it’s everywhere You breathe it in the air And if you haven’t been lately, maybe you really should Get gone to the Miracle Leave tomorrow at the break of day Go find your miracle It’s never too far away Get yourself to the Miracle Go find what you’re looking for Off there at the Miracle Open the door

Back when I was 22 I thought that me and you Were other words for me and me My life unfolded so importantly Then when I was 33 That’s when you met me I was bummed out and I was surprised You expected me to empathize Oh, other people Then when I was 45 I suddenly realized Other people were just as alive Thoughts and feelings going on inside Sometimes other people get together without me Yeah, they’re hanging independently I’m totally cool with this, you’ll see I used to think that I was Indispensable Incorruptible Or at least comprehensible But now I see that the cemeteries Are full of people just like me I have to say that it’s a relief I’m not commander in chief Of all reality for all time And when I’m gone It’ll all be fine

The wind so quiet that it’s loud The mist so cold that it’s raining on my skin The rocks take shape in the cloud Where do I end? Where does the trail begin? Walking on the ridge. Trail six inches wide Dropping off on either side. I never slip, I never slide Walking on the ridge. Never shorten my stride Trail six inches wide where the continent divides Mankiller! Think you’ve won going up, but she kills you going down Mankiller! Don’t try your luck Mankiller! Think you’ve won going up, but she kills you going down Mankiller! Get back in the truck All alone, and far from home, I walk the stone, the hill’s backbone Each step is one more gone. The trail is long. I carry on My mind takes shape in the cloud Where do I end? Where does the trail begin?

In a town west of Albany Along the interstate Sometimes it’s hunting season Other times I just wait In a bar by the river With a Molson Lager sign I wonder why she left me behind Why’d she leave? Where’d she go? That girl who drove fast, even in the snow She’s somewhere new, and I’m here at home Killing birds and getting stoned Sure, I work When I can And as far as she knew I was a real honest man She’s the sun That set on my life Always thought that she’d make a good wife Then she left no forward address I thought it was love It was comfort at best She’s somewhere new, and I’m here at home Killing birds and getting stoned Why’d she leave? Where’d she go? That girl who talked fast, but kissed me so slow She’s somewhere new, and I’m here at home Killing birds and getting stoned

Have you ever seen the sight Of a majestic bird in flight? Have you ever seen a kite Dusted off and shown to the light? They resemble and follow The path of the Whippoorwill We were spoiled with love Consumed by the magic of spring Knowing the limits and freedom To say love, it’s a wonderful thing And we know The pain of the gain And we feel the weight of the hate And we cry out for justice Watching love slip away Yet we always Look away Into the sun Now life, an eternal joy From the seeds of hope Made from tears of toys There’s a laughter Heard by the pawn singing into the night and into the dawn Now the sound Of the Whippoorwill Flying high and diving long Echoes the sounds Of freedom’s song. And we know Might is not right And we feel The plight from the fight And we cry out for justice We’re told it’s the American way We’re holdin’ on Day-by-day Don’t look away Have you ever seen the sight Of a majestic bird in flight? Have you ever seen a kite Dusted off and shown to the light? They resemble and follow The path of the Whippoorwill Now the sound Of the Whippoorwill Flying high and diving long Echoes in the sounds of freedom’s song And we know The name of the game And we feel, the dash for the cash And we cry out for justice We’re told it’s always been this way. The piper’s coming We’re gonna pay

When we started the band was just a dream we shared We pretended we didn’t, but we really cared Cause when we’d plug in and play in the laundry room It took us to the other side We started writing songs, we started getting gigs We started believing we would get real big Cause when we’d plug in and play We felt like we would never die Jimmy told me he’d make the gig Then he shows up without his rig Stands and stares through the windowpane Soaking wet in a driving rain We were so distracted and we lost the thread The dream couldn’t die cause it was already dead There were awkward silences, a broken down van Jimmy punched a wall with his playing hand When we were going through it, didn’t understand It was the end of the band We didn’t understand It was the end of the band One night rehearsing, Lisa broke a string Had to drive home and everything Opened the door, and there tangled up in blue Was her girlfriend Wendy and the drummer, Stu Wendy quit first, just didn’t show up Lisa moved to Portland And left all their stuff The drummer Stu smashed the kick and the snare Now when I call Jimmy’s number, there’s nobody there We were so distracted and we lost the thread The dream couldn’t die cause it was already dead There were awkward silences, a broken down van Jimmy punched a wall with his playing hand Thought it was all good, but we were all damned When we were going through it Didn’t understand