Singer-Songwriter Tim Ponzek easily blends Contemporary Americana, Classic Country, and Roots Rock to create his vast anthology of original songs.
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Safe In God was created by Tim Ponzek & Lisa Pressman to uplift and comfort us all. A fusion of Tim’s soulful Americana voice to Lisa’s heavenly New Age piano and vocals is truly captivating!
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek & Lisa Pressman ©2020 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
Safe In God We are always Safe in God
Like a song without its melody Like a tree without its fruit Like the sun without its rays Like a belief without its Truth Everything we're searching for Everything we need We find the Faith we are missing We always will be
Safe In God We are always Safe in God The Father of everyone The Creator of everything We will place our trust Under the shadow of His wing Safe In God We are always Safe in God
Like a sheep without a shepherd Like a prophet without a voice Like a prayer without intention Like a life without its joy God is forever Showing us the Way Under the shelter of the Almighty We always can stay
Turn your face to God Turn away from fear The Light of God is shining down Right now right here
A Contemporary Country Americana song about bourbon and regret. Have a sip and enjoy the heartache!
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek ©2018 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
I finally disproved the saying, “Ignorance Is Bliss” In truth, it’s a misery; up close, it looks like this Not smart enough to stop talking, watching the breaking of your heart Now I’m stuck inside this memory, how I tore our love apart
So I buy your memory a beer I Buy My Conscience A Bourbon Before I start blaming me And give myself another sermon Our love ended and that’s my fault There was no need for all this hurting To make it easy on myself now I Buy My Conscience A Bourbon
When I stumble on the truth, it laughs right in my face Regrets just come and go, then your memory takes their place Now my conscience knows what’s right and your memory knows what’s wrong Standing here between the two, I’ve been the fool all along
But I can’t stop thinking of you The right, the wrong, the real, the true I play it back now in my mind I make the same mistakes each time
So I buy your memory a beer I Buy My Conscience A Bourbon Before I start blaming me And give myself another sermon Our love ended and that’s my fault Everything’s broken and left hurting To make it easy on myself now I Buy My Conscience A Bourbon
I finally disproved the saying, “Ignorance Is Bliss” In truth, it’s a misery; up close, it looks like this
A 'rootsy' Americana Country drinking song.
He 86’d the proof, love was ever going to find him He put all that good love behind him The bottle on the table cast a long and slender shadow Each ghost that beckons; he’s gonna follow
In his bone-dry heart where truth be told Memories pouring down now out of control Each drop of misery; he needs to taste them all Maybe the sadness’ll drown deep down in his Whiskey Soul
He gave up all his wanting so he could sleep without dreaming He gave up tomorrow when it lost its meaning There was a single moment, he could have changed what he was doing Now he’s lost in a world with no more choosing
In his bone-dry heart where truth be told Memories pouring down now out of control Each drop of misery; he needs to taste them all Maybe the sadness’ll drown deep down in his Whiskey Soul In his Whiskey Soul
Each thought walks across a high wire without the netting The devil inside the bottle knows there’s no forgetting
In his Whiskey Soul
A heartfelt contemporary Americana Country love song.
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek ©2013 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
I’m a quiet man with homespun dreams True to my word, right down to my core All I want is what I have Well maybe just a little bit more I want to go to bed each night contented Then start each day better than the day before With someone like you to share my life with Let me show you what my dream holds in store
If you want to see What My Dream Looks Like There's a home out in the country with you right there beside me If you want to see What My Dream Looks Like It’s full of love and good living, taking the high road up to heaven If you want to see What My Dream Looks Like
Can you see us in that sunny kitchen Drinking our coffee from two Dunkin’ Donut mugs Heading off to work five days a week Saying goodbye with a kiss and a hug Each year my hair will turn a little grayer Your hair can be whatever color you please And our love will be the constant throughout our lives As we gather up good times and memories
That’s What My Dream Looks Like
And yes, I promise I’ll do my part With all those dreams that live inside your heart Because making your dreams come true That’s part of my dream too
If you want to see What My Dream Looks Like There's a home out in the country, with you right there beside me If you want to see What My Dream Looks Like It’s full of love and good living, taking the high road up to heaven If you want to see it even clearer Then let’s look into the mirror Ans see you and me, What My Dream Looks Like You and me, What My Dream Looks Like
Mid-tempo contemporary Americana Country love song.
Does loving me make you a martyr or an angel Or just a little bit crazed? You can chase away each doubt with your touch and your whisper Like sunlight shining through a haze
I don’t love you because I want to I don’t love you because I need to I love you Because I Do
Does wanting you make me needy or impassioned Or just a little bit smart? Each and every time, I tell you that I love you Take the credit for waking up my heart
Maybe I can’t figure out what you’re doing with me Maybe I’m just luckier than I ever thought I’d be Maybe you see something in me no one else can see I’m good with that
A "Coffee House" mix of Tim's single Because I Do – a mid-tempo contemporary Americana Country love song - with vocal, guitar and percussion.
Fun up-tempo contemporary Americana Country love song - perfect for summertime love!
I Never Knew I Never Knew Love could start out like a whisper Then start me spinning like a twister I Never Knew I Never Knew
I Never Knew I Never Knew Love could hit me like a rocket Pop my eyes out of their socket I Never Knew I Never Knew
Now I can see two hearts when they’re together can hold so much love inside them Now I can see that feelings can be so strong that there’s just no way to hide them
I Never Knew I Never Knew The sight of you starts my heart thumping Sounds like a thousand drummers drumming I Never Knew I Never Knew
I Never Knew I Never Knew Love could flood me with emotion I’m riding waves out on the ocean I Never Knew I Never Knew
I Never Knew I Never Knew Since you knocked my heart right over It’s been a fun-filled roller coaster I Never Knew I Never Knew
I Never Knew I Never Knew Love burns the sky just like a comet We found the rock to build upon it I Never Knew I Never Knew
But now I do what lovers do ‘Cause I know exactly what it was I Never Knew I Never Knew
Up-tempo contemporary Americana Country love song infused with the banjo and fiddle of Zen Crook.
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek & Lisa Pressman ©1999 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
I won’t sell you a bill of goods If you’re not interested in buying I won’t take you on a tour of the clouds If you’re not interested in flying I won’t talk about a lifetime together Like a fairytale fable I’d sure like to make my case Lay my cards out on the table
My love would walk beside you Like a golden ray of light My love would be a blanket That would comfort you at night My love would be a truth that you could count on Every day I would lay it on the line Just to make all your dreams come true One Dream At A Time
Some people say what they think you want to hear You can’t always believe them My words like my love come straight from my heart I will live them and breathe them If you’re looking for someone to stand beside you And a love that’s everlasting I’d like to be the one who’s always with you One chance is all I’m asking
One Dream At A Time One Dream At A Time
Contemporary Americana Country ballad that tells the story of two former lovers meeting to reminisce and still feeling the old spark.
An old love called and said she wanted to chat My voice froze up at just the thought of that I tried to track the orbits of all the thoughts in my head Till she asked me, did I hear what she just said? We settled on a time and a place I wondered what we’d say face to face I drifted in a dream world where the days felt like years I was sitting at a table when she suddenly appeared
We Talked about the sun shining down We Talked about the changes in our town We Talked about the miles on my old pick-up truck We Talked about the time the gas pedal stuck We Talked about the angels watching from the stars We Talked about how life leaves us with scars We shared our thoughts on everything underneath the deep blue sky We Talked and We Talked about everything
I propped my chair up against a wall Waiting for the next words to fall She relaxed and smiled me right back to yesterday She touched my hand and took my breath away We were trying to make the pieces all fit Hoping to sort it out, bit by bit My soul held the clouds and her eyes held the rain And our hearts held the embers of the love that still remained
So We Talked about the phases of the moon We Talked about a midnight swim one June We Talked about a drive and a cool autumn breeze We Talked about a time we were so easy to please We Talked about some things I’m sure made us blush We Talked about the past that was us We shared our thoughts on everything underneath the deep blue sky We Talked and We Talked about everything
One memory led to another and with every story told We were stirring up old feelings that were tugging at our souls
We Talked about how beginnings sometimes end We Talked about how lovers become friends We Talked about the feelings that we once called love We Talked about the shame that all of it was We Talked and talked until our throats went dry We Talked but didn’t want to say goodbye We shared our thoughts on everything underneath the deep blue sky Tomorrow we’ll meet and talk about Anything we might have left out Yeah, we’ll talk and we’ll talk about everything
Love and loss pour down through Tim's finely tuned songwriting and intricate arrangements
Piano and drums set the groove for this mid-tempo Americana song with electric guitars and female vocalese.
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek©2013 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
It’s been weeks since you’re gone There’s no healing taking place Everything I try feels wrong Everything I do is just a waste I still don’t know why you left You just ran out of love I guess I keep sinking lower Till the pain takes over
I Wish I Had A Blue Guitar To play the pain that’s in my heart ‘Cause I would play it soft and low In shapes and shades of indigo And as each blue note slowly dies It falls like rain out of the skies They’ll be no more pain in my heart I Wish I Had A Blue Guitar
I didn’t see you pull away I didn’t see your love disappear Gone like a shadow in a shallow grave You left without a doubt or a tear Don’t know why my love’s still alive It just tears me up inside And there’s no consoling Now the tears keep falling
Now the memories wait in the stillness I’ll join them soon enough There’s no redemption in this quiet Just our forgotten love
Sparse textures of piano, fretless bass, and electric guitar highlight this poignant ballad.
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek ©2017 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
There’s the clock that hangs on the wall The hands don’t move at all They just point to the twelve and the nine Where our love was lost in time There’s the phone that no longer rings And a bird with no voice to sing Ever since you gave me this broken heart I’ve been Collecting Broken Things
There’s our house that’s in disrepair Like there’s no one living there All the curtains are torn and so thin Still you can’t see out or look in There’s a hope that no longer clings And an angel that lost its wings Ever since you gave me this broken heart I’ve been Collecting Broken Things
And this box right here contains All the life that still remains So many plans and beautiful dreams Broken promises, we never will redeem
In the loneliness of my night I reach over to turn on the light But no light shines through the shade Gone are the shadows it once made There’s a tomorrow with nothing to bring An abandoned wedding ring Ever since you gave me this broken heart I’ve been Collecting Broken Things
Ever since you gave me this broken heart I’ve been Collecting Broken Things
Mike Breen's mandolin shines above the classical guitar, female vocalese, bass and brush-drum groove giving this story a homespun feel. Be sure to listen for the surprise ending!
Words & music by Tim Ponzek ©2013 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
Old Thomas lives alone in two rooms above his garage Fixing other people’s problems, sometimes his ’68 Dodge He found Claire stranded one summer day, when her car just up and stopped Two weeks later when she kissed him, her car ran just like a top
In the fall when they married, the whole town talked & they agreed Claire was much too young and pretty, Thomas, too old and too naïve Claire was seen with a man at the movie show, then again at the ice cream stand Thomas would not believe a word of it, even after the trouble began
Poor Old Doubting Thomas reasoned away every broken promise He won’t let the truth come out; he prefers the benefit of the doubt If he won’t listen to idle gossip, then he’s not really being dishonest He suspects the truth is something he can’t use Poor Old Doubting Thomas
When the baby was born, he just assumed the boy was his Still Claire went on a rampage, crying, “I’m not ready for this” With the baby in his car, he drove over to his sister’s place There his son was raised Still Claire couldn’t stay Poor Old Doubting Thomas
Sometimes in quiet moments, when there’s whiskey in his glass He’s staring at the shadows; I know he’s thinking of his past Those times I try to reach him to see if he knows what’s really true But when a man doubts the facts of his life; there’s only so much his son can do
Poor Old Doubting Thomas reasoned away every broken promise He won’t let the truth come out; he prefers the benefit of the doubt If he won’t listen to idle gossip, then he’s not really being dishonest He suspects the truth is something he can’t use Poor Old Doubting Thomas Poor Old Doubting Thomas
Layers of guitars and piano are featured in this quirky mid-tempo song comparing hit-and-run lovers to mosquitoes.
Don’t waste another moment, trying to figure out what you think you did wrong Don’t you know you’re just the last on a list that goes on and on and on? You put too much faith in someone born to let you down Didn’t you hear that buzzing sound?
That’s What Mosquitoes Do They’re only out for blood They just hit and run They’re not in it for love They bite and fly away And repeat it their whole lives through That’s What Mosquitoes Do
You thought you had all the answers, dancing on the tip of your tongue There was no saving this relationship; it was just a fling that was flung You were fooled by a boy ‘cause he looked like a man He was just looking for someplace to land
Next time take a little time to get to know him Before you let somebody in Make sure they’re someone who can love you Before you let him under your skin.
That’s What Mosquitoes Do They’re only out for blood They just hit and run They’re not in it for love They bite and fly away And repeat it their whole lives through
This ballad is a sad and soulful story of love and loss, orchestrated with piano, baritone and vibrato guitars.
She came to town in a rusty old Valiant held together by a prayer Loaded down with all her old dreams, old maps of how she got there
She probably made some wrong turns that threw her off track Maybe she kept going to see where they would take her or maybe she’s working her way back
She made her home a refuge where life couldn’t get her down In her bedroom she hung pictures of angels and Black Velvet Clowns
I first saw her, she was waiting tables, pouring coffee in my cup She was looking down and smiling, just as I was looking up She laughed at my old jokes, told a few of her own I hung around as much as I could and one day she took me home
I became her companion; we were the talk of the town And I woke each morning and saw angels and Black Velvet Clowns
We laughed away the evenings; it was just the two of us Sometimes on weekends I’d work on her car, patching up the rust Then one day when I was away at work and the sky was the blue of her eyes She packed up and headed for the interstate and never stopped for goodbyes
Everyone saw her leaving; she drove through the center of town Through car windows they saw her angels and Black Velvet Clowns
Now each day I think about her; it’s just as lonesome as it sounds But each night I have dreams of an angel and her Black Velvet Clowns
A home-brewed fusion of eclectic Americana styles that portray the depths of the human experience.
Acoustic guitars & percussion set the groove for this mid-tempo contemporary Americana love song featuring Lisa's vocalese and Tim's electric guitars
words & Music by Tim Ponzek©2016 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
I started out lost and lonely I went straight across the blue Love was there to guide me All The Way To You
The old dreams just weren’t working It was time for something new Leading me into forever All The Way To You
All The Way To You With my heart out in my hands All The Way To You Knowing you would understand The way you understand
I was out there hitching rides To an unknown rendezvous Believing love could happen All The Way To You
I stumbled through my searching Got down on my knees in solitude I’ve only fallen this one time All The Way To You
All The Way To You With my heart out in my hands All The Way To You Knowing you would understand
Don’t worry I might get lost The path is tried and true I will always go the distance All The Way To You All The Way To You
Sparse textures highlight this poignant ballad about two people sharing loneliness. Classical guitar arpeggios (Tim) and drum brush work encompasses the creative interplay between the piano (Lisa) and fretless bass.
words & Music by Tim Ponzek ©2016 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
Where do you go lately When you just drift away Into a world I can’t get into And yet that’s where you stay
I’m barely making sense of Things I should understand How far is the distance From my hand to your hand
Am I on the map of your heart Is that why it’s true One Inch = A Thousand Miles Am I that far away from you
The sadness in our longing We don’t even try to hide We share the same loneliness You don’t hear me ask you why
As wide as this wooden table Close enough to hear you breathe Words fall into the silence Too vast to be perceived
I can’t stay forever Inside a distance I can’t measure
Peace and calm in the Zen of being a hillbilly featuring a homespun arrangement built around acoustic guitars and percussion.
words & music by Tim Ponzek ©2013 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
Pop the hood on a ’59 Ford Replace the spark, check the points once more Adjust the carb, the work is done Close your eyes, hear that engine hum (Hum)
Hillbilly Zen, a mind at ease It feels so good to let things be Lose every care; forget every trouble Hillbilly Zen for a Buddha Bubba
Fishing pole, an old straw hat Fish won’t bite; they’re having none of that The clouds roll past an August sun Below the surface feel the water run (Run)
[Spoken] Hillbilly Zen, a mind at ease It feels so good to let things be Lose every care; forget every trouble Hillbilly Zen for a Buddha Bubba
Late at night, my soul’s at peace Stars fill the sky; wonders never cease The wind passes by; the house barely moans There really is no place like home There really is no place like home (Home)
Hillbilly Zen, a mind at ease It feels so good to let things be Lose every care; forget every trouble Hillbilly Zen for a Buddha Bubba Hillbilly Zen for a Buddha Bubba (Hum)
Rhythmic acoustic finger-style guitar and piano accompaniment are featured in this plea to continue love and erase any doubts.
words & music by Tim Ponzek ©2016 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
Up To Now, we’ve been talking a lot about Settling down, we’ve been talking about it You and me like we were something special The memories that we were making
Up To Now, sure our love’s been in the spotlight We’ve been taking bows with all our friends Hand in hand, we’ve been walking, talking love So I don’t understand what you’re telling me
You just bit into a seed of doubt That turned you inside out You can’t turn it back around It would be a crying shame If you don’t feel the same ’Cause I will love you forever like I loved you Up To Now
Up To Now, we’ve been caught up in the passion No slowing down, no catching our breath Blink your eyes and you’ll see I’m still the same man No surprise, just a love that’s real
This love is still inside us I really do believe it’s there If we trust that love will guide us Then we can share what we have shared Up To Now Up To Now You just bit into a seed of doubt That turned you inside out You can’t turn it back around It would be a crying shame If you don’t feel the same ‘Cause I will love you forever like I loved you Up To Now
Oh I will love you like I’ve loved you Up To Now Oh I will love you like I have loved you Up To Now
A unique perspective on life, love and the art of painting orchestrated with Tim's vibey guitars, Lisa's piano and vocal echoes, and percussion.
The art of history, the essence of what’s true Like scenes of water, to paint what we see through One day I’d like to paint a stream The way it runs right through my dream The sunlight carried on the spray The steady flow through endless days
Painting Water, the illusion of transparency Pouring from the canvas, flowing through eternity Is mine the blue stroke or the white Or a trick of light
A mist of raindrops like tears that we might weep Forever falling, returning to the deep One day I’ll paint the ocean’s blues The shifting waves, the subtle hues Portray a world too large to see Imagining the mystery
One day I’d like to paint the love Flowing here through all of us The way that water flows though time The path that it finds Painting Water, the illusion of transparency Pouring from the canvas, flowing through eternity Is mine the blue stroke or the white Or a trick of light
Fun and funny up-tempo tune about a marriage proposal offered as a TV infomercial.
I asked her to marry me She looked like she wasn’t quite sure I felt I had to sweeten the deal I said But Wait There’s More
You get six tomato vines and three apple trees Two hunting dogs with an assortment of fleas A Mr. Fix-it with a garage full of tools You get everybody’s friend but nobody’s fool You get a wooden ship clock that stopped telling time A two-dollar bill and a Liberty dime Season tickets to our minor league team You get a full-time dreamer of the American Dream
But Wait There’s More There’s a lifetime of treasures waiting in store When we take our vow to love, honor and adore But Wait There’s More
You get a shifter knob that was an old beer tap Matching T-shirts and a NASCAR cap A belt buckle from 1976 You get a box full of hopes and a bag full of tricks You get a backyard grill and a front-porch swing Some brass wind chimes and my grandma’s ring You get a man who’s not afraid to kneel down and pray You get someone who’ll listen to every word you say
If you act now I’ll throw in my lifetime guarantee I’ll double my love for you right through eternity She just looked at me and smiled but I was a man going wild I said But Wait There’s More
You get two arms that’ll hold you every day, every night A pledge to try to always do what’s right A heart that swears it only beats for you You get a love that promises to always be true
Then just a lifetime of treasures waiting in store In this life we share as we love, honor and adore But Wait There’s More
You get an AM radio from a 52 Ford Some Ginsu knives and a samurai sword And every George Strait, Vince Gill CD Did I mention you get all of me?
(Spoken) There’s the six tomato vines, the apple trees, Two hunting dogs and all their fleas, The shifter knob for a four on the floor You get all of my love But Wait There’s More
Reflecting on life and the choices we’ve made
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek ©1999 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
In The Rear View Mirror, I see the road I've just driven Weaving through the countryside like a ribbon of black Till it looks like it disappears way in the back I know it just goes on
In The Rear View Mirror, I see a whole lot of living At 60 miles an hour, it goes by real fast And even the mountains look smaller once they're past In a few more miles they'll be gone
In The Rear View Mirror, I see the road that brought me where I am It supports me like a lifeline and it calls me like a friend There's a point on the horizon I'm headed and all I do is steer And glance at the life I left behind In The Rear View Mirror
In The Rear View Mirror, I see the chances I was given Though at the time it only seemed I was going from here to there The choices I made were spoken like a prayer While the tires on the blacktop sang along
Somewhere behind me are city skylines and old farm homes People live their whole lives in towns I'll never know Some places I want to remember; and some I can't forget There's a place for me to settle down I haven't found it yet
In The Rear View Mirror, I see the road that brought me where I am It supports me like a lifeline and it calls me like a friend There's a point on the horizon I'm headed and all I do is steer And glance at the life I left behind In The Rear View Mirror Glance at the life I left behind In The Rear View Mirror
Light-hearted musings about a couple's visit to a marriage counselor
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek ©1995 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
We went to see the marriage counselor, 'Cause we thought our marriage was on the rocks But we came home with our heads in a spin Listening to the way they talk
We’re not a couple in trouble; we’re the Maritally Challenged We’re no off our rocker; we’re just mutually unbalanced So we won’t be separated; we’ll be post-nuptially segregated Choosing alternative lifestyles on the devotional fringe We’re the Maritally Challenged
It’s not that you don’t love me; you’re only amorously deficient The feelings that are missing are just emotional omissions And we’re not running around; we’re seeking non-committal explorations So we’re no going to hell; we’re headed for subterranean destinations
It’s not that we blow off steam; we vent our combustible aggression And then when we don’t talk; we’re choosing non-verbal expression and our problems living together are only co-habitual imperfections So you won’t be kicking me out; you’ll be opting for the solitary spousal ejection
We’re not a couple in trouble; we’re the Maritally Challenged We’re no off our rocker; we’re just mutually unbalanced So we won’t be separated; we’ll be post-nuptially segregated Choosing alternative lifestyles on the devotional fringe We’re the Maritally Challenged Oh yeah, we’re the Maritally Challenged
Celebrating the American Spirit
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek & Lisa Pressman ©2013 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
Travel down Any Road In America From the farmlands to the mountains, the oceans to the streams Travel down Any Road In America Each one leads straight to the heart of the American Dream
I met a teacher in California Said she does all she can for her kids I met a trucker heading to Texas Said he just drives the same highways his daddy did Met a mechanic from Missouri He knows just how to make an engine run right I met a preacher in Alabama Said he's just doing his best to shine a Light
I met a farmer in Ohio Said he's just praying that his crops all will grow Met an innkeeper in Colorado Said soon they'll be calling for snow I met a ranch hand in Wyoming Said the work is hard, but you can't beat the view
I met a waitress up in Michigan Said she thanks God she's got a job to do I met a pilot in Arizona He goes from town to town just flying through the air I met a doctor in Rhode Island She brings the aged her tender loving care
Met a cab driver in New York City He showed me where the towers once stood tall Said America lost so much that tragic day And still we stand together one and all
I met a sailor in Baltimore Harbor She had a mission that was burning in her young eyes I met a soldier going home to Georgia He loved this country with every inch of his life
Travel down Any Road In America From the farmlands to the mountains, the oceans to the streams Travel down Any Road In America Each one leads straight to the heart of the American Dream Travel down Any Road In America
An emotional ballad about a family's need for prayers.
My life feels like it's slipping away Slipping right through these hands as they pray Praying for a tomorrow without a want or a need I wake up every morning trying so hard to believe
Please don't think I can't do anything right When all I've ever done is work hard all my life Like so many who are reaching out, trying to find a helping hand, I want to rise up on my own two feet and stand
But I need All The Prayers I can get To make a better life for my family; The life I haven't made for them yet Start living that life of hope, not this life of regret But I need All The Prayers I can get
Don't talk like there's a job I won't do If there's a wage we can live on, I'll work my whole life through If it means I can get my family back into our home Work hard, earn a living and pay off every loan
Just look around, there are so many of us in trouble Whose dreams have burst inside this bubble We are a land of honest, hard-working women and men We can make this country strong again
But we need All The Prayers we can get To make a better life for our families; The life we haven't made for them yet Start living that life of hope, not this life of regret But we need All The Prayers we can get We need All The Prayers we can get
Love and loss pour down through Tim’s poetic lyrics
Bruce Hornsby styled Americana piano-driven, mandolin-infused song about moving on at the end of an affair.
words & music by Tim Ponzek ©2011 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
One more time is too many times And we said too much already From Bible verse to your Grandma’s curse I don’t think we left out any Side by side and full of pride Like two peacocks we were strutting Long and lean and nasty mean Now we’ve ended up with nothing
If you don’t have anything good to say Anything at all that’s new I know you got somewhere to go So, A Simple Goodbye Will Do
No more lies and no more gibes We can come back to our senses It’s just the cost of love and loss Write it off as life’s expenses I confess to half this mess You can’t believe it was all me Now all that blame, hurt and shame Won’t even buy us a cup of coffee
We can hold on to this anger Like we’re holding on to an anchor Just sink right down to the bottom But you don’t have to hate me You don’t have to break me Just let bygones be forgiven and forgotten Right now
If you don’t have anything good to say Anything at all that’s new I know you got somewhere to go So, A Simple Goodbye Will Do A Simple Goodbye Will Do A Simple Goodbye Will Do
In the tradition of Buck Owens, this country waltz becomes an uplifting and rousing country two beat.
A broken heart was all I ever knew I never knew a love everlasting or true A lovesick hope becomes a lifelong fear Now each day I wake up hurting, go to bed certain The end of it all is near
I’m Taking The Cure, falling back in love I’m taking it straight, from the hand of fate Another dose of This little romance is going to heal my heart for sure No more heartbreak, love’s got what it takes I’m Taking The Cure
This tender heart, attacked all of its life Every woman wanted to put me under the knife So many goodbyes, I was giving up the fight Now I’m on a steady course, strictly enforced, This love’s going to put me right
Woe, woe, woe was me Now you see
I’m Taking The Cure, falling back in love I’m taking it straight, from the hand of fate Another dose of This little romance is going to heal my heart for sure No more heartbreak, love’s got what it takes I’m Taking The Cure No more heartbreak, love’s got what it takes I’m Taking The Cure No more heartbreak, love’s got what it takes I’m Taking The Cure
Inspired by classic Roy Orbison, this elaborately arranged tale of love lost is orchestrated by the changes in the weather.
It was an unassuming day Full of sunshine and breezes A day for being together It was not a day for leaving Still she chose this day to leave me Like the most natural thing to do While love shone down on the chosen few
Beautiful Rain, you saved the day The sky was too blue; you painted it gray Then the clouds opened up, crying her name Beautiful Rain. Beautiful Rain
The last unsuspecting moment I didn’t know the end was coming Her face and her words, Were both disarming and stunning So it was no accident She walked away into the light Every cloud in heaven knew it wasn’t right
I have no problem with the sun When it shines for everyone Oh, but the rain, you see Is falling for me
Starkly produced ballad featuring string quartet and classical guitar
Who knows when love arrives, just how long it will last Or how big the hole it leaves, when it burns out too fast Now my tears are like angels slowly releasing the pain Of a hurt that’s so deep, no one will give it a name I Know Lonely, I know alone I know sadness; I call it my home I used to know sweet love; now I only know gone I Know Lonely, Lonely, Lonely
One day I woke to find Death standing at my door I invited him on in; but he looked so unsure He said, “So this is the sadness in the wake of goodbye” Poor Death couldn’t stand it; He broke down & cried
I Know Lonely, I know alone I know sadness; I call it my home I used to know sweet love; now I only know gone I Know Lonely, Lonely, Lonely I Know Lonely, Lonely, Lonely
A catchy guitar riff drives this up-tempo country rocker about passionate love and its consequences.
They met one night when the moon was beaming They had to pinch each other to know they weren’t dreaming It was all love and lust without a dose of reason Their hearts were sitting ducks; it was open season They didn't give the future one thought Was like a virus they both caught
It must’ve happened that time she was back-seat driving But fate was waiting over the next horizon Nine months later she delivered her package Love’s little angel from that two-heart wreckage They were already buying baby clothes He figured it’s time to propose
It was a sunny June day when they tied the knot They took a last minute turn around the parking lot The preacher had to wonder where it all was heading Not the bride and groom and the Baby At The Wedding
The groom got nervous when the fiddlers started fiddling The bride swayed when she walked. She couldn’t keep from giggling When they got to the part about the bride and forever The groom just smiled, said, “Don’t you think I’d better” It was a looser then the mamas would have liked The honeymoon before the wedding night
And though they all admit to a good luck drink When the vows were said, they swear the baby winked They couldn’t help feel they were aiding and abetting The bride and groom and the Baby At The Wedding
They smiled and said they should’ve reached the altar faster And the white of her gown was sort of alabaster But not the white of the lace on the crib or the bedding Say the bride and groom and the Baby At The Wedding
Still they could beat the odds, at least three hearts were betting The bride and groom and the Baby At The Wedding
Stories of life's passages, heart-break, and love
A romantic rockin’ country ode to a special Valentine
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek ©2011 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
Love and all it’s mysteries can show up any old place We may not see it coming till we see it face to face Still it feels like magic, when we try to pull back the drapes To describe it in everyday words, substances and shapes
See this circle as eternity with our love in the center See this square as a door to our hearts Where our love freely enters See each line we’ve drawn as the path we’re on That leads us to forever See these hearts of yours and mine, The Shape Of A Valentine
These sentimental feelings we think we never will feel We think they’re only fleeting, till the moment that they’re real So slowly we will give in, and let ourselves believe What our eyes cannot reveal to our thoughts, Our hearts can readily see
We can give each other velvet hearts, satin hearts Hearts made of patchwork quilts When we look inside our hearts like candy boxes What matters is how they’re filled
When two hearts can beat, with a love so sweet, They make their own design See these hearts of yours and mine, The Shape Of A Valentine
A violin trio sets the mood for this brooding ballad
We made it through the winter The cold and starless nights; felt like they’d never end As the warmth replaced the winter chill I felt like I could take my first clear breath again Then I saw her turn to face me Quickly turn and look away As her words pierced the stillness of morning I cursed the brand new day
I only lost her love Why does it feel like I lost everything See life’s misery in all its splendor The First Heartbreak Of Spring
This used to be my favorite When spring broke through the cold; to begin it’s yearly dance Everything in the world would be renewed Surely I should have had, at least another chance Couldn’t keep the day from warming As she packed her things to leave Now I know, as the springtime grew closer She was leaving me by degrees
Now the flowers look so cruel on their stems Like they’re trying to break free The birds are fighting for their nests As the bees steal from the trees I never noticed before how vicious Spring can be Now I see
I only lost her love Why does it feel like I lost everything See life’s misery in all its splendor The First Heartbreak Of Spring The First Heartbreak Of Spring
Tim’s poetic tribute to his Mom and her quilting artistry
What beauty lies in little bits of cloth All pieced together, here in lines down and across This life she made, gathering up each part The artist telling the secrets within her heart
My Mother’s Quilt lies on my bed A legacy to the life she led So much warmth and comfort remain with it still All sewn up, here in My Mother’s Quilt
A long time gone from my childhood home My greatest treasure, here in this room, hand-sewn Those happy homes beneath sunny skies The joy and love abound; they always were her design
My Mother’s Quilt lies on my bed A legacy to the life she led So much warmth and comfort remain with it still All sewn up here in My Mother’s Quilt
So many nights of golden slumber and peaceful dreams So much love in every thread, every seam
My Mother’s Quilt lies on my bed A legacy to the life she led So much warmth and comfort remain with it still All sewn up here in My Mother’s Quilt All sewn up here in My Mother’s Quilt
Retro-style electric guitars create a haunting mood with Lisa Pressman's ghost vocalise
I haunt my own house; I’m seen everywhere I float from room to room, up and down the stairs And then I hear her voice; a chill runs down my spine Her ghost is haunting mine
That’s me; I’m the Haunted Ghost Just a ghost of the man I used to be That’s me; I’m the Haunted Ghost Haunted by her memory
A life with no form, a man over the edge Not living in his life, passing through instead A ghost with his own ghost, trailing so close behind Both drifting there through time
I used to be a man Someone that she wanted Now I am just a ghost Someone to be haunted
That’s me; I’m the Haunted Ghost Just a ghost of the man I used to be That’s me; I’m the Haunted Ghost Haunted by her memory Haunted by her memory
Emotional Country ballad about what is truly important in life
It seems I worked all of my life for this roof over my head For the things in my house, things piled up in the shed The new truck in the drive says it’s good to be me But The Best Things In My Life you can’t see
‘Cause all these things around me are just trophies in the game All the money in the bank; just numbers after my name Yes I’m doing all right; I’ve got all that I need But The Best Things In My Life you can’t see
I’ve got the help of my friends who don’t ask for a thing in return I’ve got the love of my family who never ask if I deserve A room for God in my heart to help me be the best man I can be The Best Things In My Life you can’t see
[Instrumental]
I’ve got the help of my friends who don’t ask for a thing in return I’ve got the love of my family who never ask if I deserve A room for God in my heart to help me be the best man I can be The Best Things In My Life you can’t see The Best Things In My Life you can’t see
Fun jukebox-style collection of Retro Hi-Fi, Roots and Traditional Country
Traditional country piano blends with accordion, Spanish guitar and female vocals
words & music by Tim Ponzek ©2009 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
I got a postcard yesterday Guess I’ve had worse goodbyes There was no wanting to be friends No accusations or lies Just a message from my newest old love Telling me we’re through On a postcard from a seaside motel Every Room An Ocean View
On just a little 4 x 6 Space for so few words to say She scribbled down some hasty lines Her goodbye sent from miles away As she enjoys the cool ocean breeze She could’ve signed “not missing you” On a postcard from a seaside motel Every Room An Ocean View
All her reasons were piled up against me Like everything that slowly went wrong Blocked my view of what I might have done right A mile high and a mile long
She crossed out the number of the phone And the address on the motel But I won’t try to get in touch I know goodbye far too well I admit I’ll miss the way she loved me And her thoughtfulness too On a postcard from a seaside motel Every Room An Ocean View On a postcard from a seaside motel Every Room An Ocean View
An upbeat country swing featuring a fiddle trio that would make the ghost of Bob Wills smile
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek ©2009 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
In Our Big House In Casa Grande Where our big dreams come home to stay We’ll have more and more love, each and every day In Our Big House In Casa Grande
The sun is smiling down; the breeze is blowing hot Iced tea on our front porch, we’re in our favorite spot Stop and count our blessings, everything we’ve got Just look at you and me We’re where we want to be
We’ll just sit and linger, there’s nothing left to do I’ve got all I wanted; just being here with you Nothing left to dream of, every dream’s come true Love is all around Our happiness abounds
We’ll have more and more amor, each and every day In Our Big House In Casa Grande
Slow Country shuffle with tremolo guitar and lush female vocal chorus creates a Retro jazzy country vibe
Blue Clouds In A Gray Gray Sky Blue Clouds In A Gray Gray Sky She is gone, I don't know why The world has changed before my eyes Blue Clouds In A Gray Gray Sky
If I could make time wait Slow down the world I see Until I see things straight The way they used to be But the world’s no longer real I can watch those layers peel As colors fade from view Leaving just these two
If I could take a breath Take one that's deep and slow I'd know what I couldn't guess Stop her before she goes But the world’s no longer real I can watch those layers peel As colors fade from view Leaving just these two
Blue Clouds In A Gray Gray Sky Blue Clouds In A Gray Gray Sky Blue Clouds In A Gray Gray Sky
Rockin’ country tune with 45 witty poetic visions of the universal woman
She’s Everybody’s Type - The type that everybody likes Familiar as the girl next door - Got everything you’re looking for She’s Everybody’s Type
Decked out in the latest fashion, dancing with a gypsy passion Spandex and disco sassy, blue-jean and roadhouse trashy Dressed up in her uniform, natural as the day she’s born She’s Everybody’s Type A San Francisco love-in summer, folk-singing, guitar-strummer Mysterious high-plains drifter, friend of a friend’s little sister Walking on a high-wire, campy TV vampire
She’s Everybody’s Type - The type that everybody likes Angel in a honkytonk - What you see is what you want She’s Everybody’s Type
Cowgirl with a six-shooter, Euro on a motor scooter French beret and looking arty, cruising on a brand new Harley Prom queen or June bride, partner in your double-wide She’s Everybody’s Type In deerskin like Pocahontas, in jewels like an Egyptian goddess The princess of the mighty Zulu, a ballerina in her tutu Japanese geisha, Princess Anastasia
She’s Everybody’s Type - The type that everybody likes Hula- belly- line dancer - Mother’s son’s prayers answered She’s Everybody’s Type
Lord I hope I stand a chance; but it’s like winning a trip to France Fills you with fear and anguish; knowing you don’t speak the language
On the beach in Malibu, a mountain top with her guru Studious in horn-rimmed glasses, on the moor with bonny lasses Sunshine and hiking trails; writing books, saving whales She’s Everybody’s Type Wearing lace and mixing potions; flying planes and sailing oceans Giving gifts like Santa Clauses, cheering on the lost causes Hell-bent or heaven-sent, Thank you, Madame President
She’s Everybody’s Type - The type that everybody likes Familiar as the girl next door - Can’t explain it anymore She’s Everybody’s Type
Americana ballad with a truly unique and poetic perspective on love
Fifteen hundred lightning strikes all in a single hour Lots of wind and rain, put on quite a show But behind every lightning strike is a radiating power Flash across the sky so often, it looks like a steady glow
Now You See what my love is like Now You See what my love is like Every single flash of glory Tells a lifelong true love story Now You See what my love is like
Forty-seven thousand Aspen trees, all with a single root Acre after acre, it’s one life they all share Every single tree sings out a testament to the truth The one you leave behind, is the one that’s waiting there
Now You See what my love is like Now You See what my love is like Every tree there in the forest Is a member of the chorus Now You See what my love is like
You wonder how can a perfect love come from an imperfect man Maybe it all sounds too good to be true But the more you get to know my love, the more you will understand My love only exists because of you
One day I saw your angel, shining for all He’s worth Standing right behind you, all Light and Love and wings But I will stand beside you , be your partner here on earth Love you every day through every moment, everything
Now You See what my love is like Now You See what my love is like The man you see before you Will honor, love, adore you Now You See what my love is like Now You See what my love is like Now You See what my love is like
Haunting Americana song about remorse
I wish I could take back that year of living carelessly I wish I could have seen what any fool could see Any fool but me I wish I could take back everything I did to cause you pain I wish you were still with me and my life was still the same
If Wishes Were Horses, it’s the fools would ride them They‘d give them horns like unicorns and golden reins to guide them If wishes could make it real, they’d give them wings to fly If Wishes Were Horses, I’d be the first to ride
I wish I could take away all the reasons why you left I wish I could bring back the feelings when we first met I wish you could see inside my heart, know the way I’ve always felt I wish I could draw out your love like water from a well
Amusing honky-tonk take on Shakespeare with a fiddle trio and piano feature in this country shuffle
She threw a well-aimed dart At a fool and his foolish heart A game she was born to win Like I was born to lose again
The trouble was all with me What I could and couldn’t see The moment of truth is here The choice left to make is clear
To Be Or Not To Be A Fool That is my question Is it better to say I’m sorry or keep her guessing Maybe she can forgive, forget Maybe it’s not that over yet To Be Or Not To Be A Fool That is my question
She is a gentle soul She’s not one for acting small She took all that she could take I broke everything that I could break
No voodoo or magic act Can help me to bring her back There’s only one hope for me To answer this honestly
Tim Ponzek nods to Johnny Cash in this upside-down love song
I Love Everything I Love Everything But You
I love to walk on the burning sand I love to think thoughts I can’t understand mmm, mmm I love the cheap thrills my money buys I love the anguish when a grown man cries mmm, mmm
I love the noise that becomes the din I love a madman when he starts to grin mmm, mmm I love running till my muscles hurt I love planting cactus in the stone hard dirt mmm, mmm
I love the bite of the bitter cold I love the aches and pains of getting old mmm, mmm I love it when the losers quit I love Cinderella when the shoe don’t fit mmm, mmm
I love the air that you can’t quite breathe I love the anger when it starts to seethe mmm, mmm I love the vanity that comes with pride I love the jilted groom and the runaway bride The runaway bride
I love the spider when its web is spun I love the cloud that blocks out the sun mmm, mmm I love the beast that rattles its cage I love harsh words staring back from the page mmm, mmm
I love the horse stumbling out of its gate I love to smile and to just blame fate mmm, mmm I love the night when the stars turn black I love the point when there’s no going back No going back
I love the toys all covered in rust I love it that bodies turn back into dust mmm, mmm I love the silence of being alone I love the glass house and the hurtled stone The hurtled stone
I love drifting through time and space I love the disdain painted on your face I love the lie that’ll never come true I Love Everything But You I Love Everything But You I Love Everything But You
Stark piano and violin trio portray a deep sadness in this poignant ballad
I stood as tall as I could stand Put on the best face I could put on When at last I'm alone I set that prisoner free
I'm Gonna Cry Now I'm Gonna Cry Now Sweet, sweet tears of misery Falling straight down from me
Only broken pieces left inside I'm about as shattered as a man can get No one's seen the truth as yet It's not for them to see
Sometimes I can't hold on When the sadness floods down on me It's just that being alone Has never been this sad and lonely
I don't know how to make this right I keep looking for a peace I may never find What I find as I lose my mind You never lose some memories
I'm Gonna Cry Now I'm Gonna Cry Now Sweet, sweet tears of misery Falling straight down from me Sweet, sweet tears of misery Falling straight down from me
Retro style lush female chorus, accordion and piano accompany Tim in a waltz about unexpected love
I have a jar of seashells from Arizona I look at them when I think of you Wrongly or rightly, highly unlikely Lovingly Longingly Too
I wonder if love is like water You pour it and fill up a glass Then hand it to someone who’s thirsty And give it before they can ask
Or maybe love’s like a rare flower You’re looking; you pass it right by You step off your path, and you see it in bloom You can’t quite believe your own eyes
I’ve waited a long time for love It feels like I’ve waited my whole life So if I am just a bit anxious I need to get everything right
I know I’m not the man that you dream of When you picture romance in your mind The thing is when you go out there looking for love You never know who you will find
I have a jar of seashells from Arizona I look at them when I think of you Wrongly or rightly, highly unlikely Lovingly Longingly Too Lovingly Longingly Lovingly Longingly Too
Love song to a nightmare with a nod to 70’s Elvis country-pop orchestration
My Darling Nightmare, you found your dream All dressed up in this lonely scene My Darling Nightmare, what can it mean? One step closer to the world in between
My Darling Nightmare, we’re cast adrift Seeking an answer, not knowing if this is it My Darling Nightmare, is this your gift? Broken pieces that just don’t seem to fit
Hide that sad face Close those crying eyes Sleep’s a bad place To be denied Don’t think nobody cares My Darling Nightmare
My Darling Nightmare, can you still hear? I’m calling out to you from the world you fear My Darling Nightmare, is this your tear? A drop of sorrow, so crystal clear
My Darling Nightmare, are you still there? Face the illusion that surrounds us everywhere My Darling Nightmare, don’t you be scared Blink and waken and vanish into air
Up-tempo rockin’ portrait of the end of love on the road
It was one of those days when you can’t help but drive into a storm I was running wide open when it started to pour Set my mouth in motion; never touched the brakes I was averaging about ten miles a mistake
Racing down the highway, guess I made my mark Stripped Gears And A Broken Heart
She was jumping out of her seat before I came to a stop She slammed the door so hard I felt the whole car rock Her suitcase in her hand, I knew she wasn’t turning back The place she told me to go is not on my map
I popped the clutch and left my goodbye on the road Drove hard until I found somewhere to go I didn’t mean to hurt her; I was just speaking my mind But I ran over her heart just driving blind
Several miles the wiser; but too far to go back She’s moving on; I’m stuck here in my tracks My pride still riding shotgun; forcing me to drive It seems all I do is tear things up inside
Racing down the highway, guess I made my mark Stripped Gears And A Broken Heart Stripped Gears And A Broken Heart Stripped Gears And A Broken Heart Stripped Gears And A Broken Heart
Americana love ballad featuring Tim on piano
Did you ever save a drowning man? Reach right over give him your hand Chances are he'll hold on so tight It'll leave a mark
Did you ever comfort a grieving friend? Putting pieces back together again Staying up all through the night Just to talk it out
There'll be tortured souls And wheels that won't roll Windows you can’t see through There'll be tears that fall And yet through it all There will be me Me Loving You
Did you ever see a mountain so high? You lost it in an endless sky Still you had to get to the top Just to see the view.
Did you ever have such a perfect day? There was no sadness could get in it's way Sun shining like it'd never stop Well, that's your love
There'll be tortured souls And wheels that won't roll Windows you can’t see through There'll be tears that fall And yet through it all There will be me Me Loving You There will be me Me Loving You
Fun 60’s inspired country-rock song expressing a desire for Elvis to rescue a love scene
A mouse in his maze Half lost and half crazed The thoughts overflow Wave after wave
The affairs of the heart Like finger-painted art You almost see a shape The image falls apart
It was like the cameras were rolling as we strolled beneath the sliver of a moon I was hoping in the distance, some radio would play a tender Elvis tune But once again the mystery of love baffles a fool and a king If he walked into this tragic scene What Song Would Elvis Sing
When I meet the next someone The spark of love’s begun Forget the bow and arrow Give Cupid a gun
Cause I can’t talk away the pain I can’t cry away the rain I can’t seem to make love last And I just can’t abstain
It was like the cameras were rolling as we strolled beneath the sliver of a moon I was hoping in the distance, some radio would play a tender Elvis tune But once again the mystery of love baffles a fool and a king If he walked into this tragic scene, What Song Would Elvis Sing
Would he sing of how we misused Our one chance at finding happiness Could I just say to you, “I still love you” Let Elvis sing the rest
It was like the cameras were rolling as we strolled beneath the sliver of a moon I was hoping in the distance, some radio would play a tender Elvis tune But once again the mystery of love baffles a fool and a king If he walked into this tragedy, What Song Would Elvis Sing
Inspired by a time when Cadillacs had fins and music came on vinyl
Old-fashioned country two-beat with a 60's style female chorus by Lisa Pressman
It started as a teardrop, as she walked out the door As I felt my heart breaking; it began to pour And now I’m all alone; and I could drown ‘Cause I can’t stop these tears from coming down
Dam The Water falling from my eyes Like a river when it rains all day and night They’re the teardrops, flowing one after another Dam The Water
I guess there was an ocean stored somewhere inside It only took her leaving to release the tide Waters she could stop with one touch I can’t believe my eyes could cry this much
Lord, isn’t there an angel of mercy that You could send To stop the raging waters; and dam it up again It’s not the way I thought my world would end
Humorous country swing about the woman who wants it all
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek ©1994 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
She has a way of saying no, makes you wonder if she’s saying yes ‘Cause when you give her just one thing, her eyes ask where’s the rest And all she wants is to live like a queen, so I but her expensive things And when I’m broke and alone, sitting on my throne Don’t I feel like a king
‘Cause she wants The Whole Enchilada, so don't you take a bite She wants life with all the toppings, she just pretends to be polite I tell her, “I want to give you this diamond ring” and she says “Well, if you gotta” She talks like she wants nada; but she wants The Whole Enchilada
I said, “Honey, you need a new car”, she says, “Any ol’ car will do” But then there’s pictures of a Mustang rag top left out for you know who And when I bring it home and hand her the keys, she says, “Aw, you shouldn’t have” She goes out for a spin, and when I see her again, It’s, “Honey, the car needs gas”
And when she sulks, I know that money talks And I always say the right thing And when she’s mute, I know she’ll talk to my loot And diamonds‘ll make her sing, sing, sing
Tim’s plaintive baritone guitar adorns the Roy Orbison-like ballad of a broken heart
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek ©1992 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
I looked down as you were saying That you don’t feel the same for me What you believed was real love, wasn’t what you thought it would be But we were young and love was simple, & you thought that I was the one But the woman that you are now doesn’t need the man that I’ve become
With all my heart I’ve always loved you, until it tore itself in two Still half my heart wants to keep trying; the other half believes that we're through And part of me knew it was coming; the rest just didn’t want to know Now I’ve got Half A Mind to leave you; But Half A Mind won’t let me go
I looked back into my memory to try to see us going wrong But all I see is our lost love, and in my mind it’s still just as strong But you keep saying that’s it’s over, & there’s nothing left for us to share If there’s something that can be done, You just say the word & I’ll be there
With all my heart I’ve always loved you, until it tore itself in two Still half my heart wants to keep trying; The other half believes that we're through And part of me knew it was coming; the rest just didn’t want to know
Now I’ve got Half A Mind that’s living on lies And swearing that we’re not through ‘Cause it can look in you eyes and say that we can start brand new But I’ve got Half A Mind that just tries and tries And doesn’t know what to do ‘Cause it just won’t recognize anyone but you
And part of me knew it was coming; I guess I didn’t want to know Now I’ve got Half A Mind to leave you; But Half A Mind won’t let me go
Country rocker with layers of guitars about shoes, boots and life
I can see you changed since you moved to town I caught a glimpse of the crowd you’re hanging around You’ve changed your hair and you’ve changed your clothes You’re not the person you were a little while ago
Now you’ve got to move on to what suits your style And maybe your boots have walked their last mile No need to handle me with velvet mitts The look in your eyes tells me this is it And you know what to do If The Shoe Fits
No need to explain, I see how much you’ve changed You’d rather walk uptown than down a country lane I’m your buried past walking through the door Like an old pair of boots you don’t wear no more
Just walk away; walk out of my life, walk out of my heart What can you say, we thought we’d grow old together Instead we grew apart
Now you’ve got to move on to what suits your style And maybe your boots have walked their last mile No need to handle me with velvet mitts The look in your eyes tells me this is it And you know what to do If The Shoe Fits I think you know what to do - If The Shoe Fits
Haunting Willie Nelson-styled ballad with weepy guitars, mandolin, violin and female voices
I can’t deny how much I hurt Your smile is bittersweet; it’s what I deserve I hid my feelings too long; now they’re starting to show See, I’ve got ONE TEAR DOWN, ONE MILLION TO GO
The fire we lit was all ablaze Till it consumed us both; and nothing was saved You drenched the fire within you with the tears you let flow Me, I’ve got ONE TEAR DOWN, ONE MILLION TO GO
All the times you cried all night; I turned into stone Instead of trying to make it all right; I left you alone
Too late I see the pain I caused The heart that froze when you left is starting to thaw The way the sun slowly melts a man made of snow I’ve got ONE TEAR DOWN, ONE MILLION TO GO Yes, I’ve got ONE TEAR DOWN, ONE MILLION TO GO
Americana Roots rocker
She wasn’t looking for trouble; but she wasn’t a child She was a hard-working woman, just a little bit wild She had a love-hate relationship she couldn’t tame When the fire starts burning from one, she finds another new flame
Out Of The Frying Pan, Right Into The Fire She keeps turning the heat up one degree higher She leaves her last mistake for her latest desire Out Of The Frying Pan, Right Into The Fire
She was just acting on impulse; but she wasn’t a fool More like a wild prairie fire, just searching for fuel ‘Cause when she’d walk down the street and pass a perfect ten She’d make a u-turn hot on his heels, and getting hotter again
She’ll just fall again when her heart’s yearning and her head’s turning She’ll go through it all again, but she still ain’t learning; it’s the same old burning
Touching ballad features voice, piano & weepy guitars
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek ©1988 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
She stepped out of her robe, As easy as I stepped out of my mind Loving her had made me happy, loving her had made me blind I was blind to the fact it was just a simple fling And that was all That was all But I fell for her so quickly I didn’t see That there was no place to fall
But in my Faded Blue Dreams, I still can see her beside me Loving her seemed so good; I thought she understood the way I feel; But it wasn’t real ‘Cause in my Faded Blue Dreams, Her love still burns deep inside me No matter how it seems ‘Cause she walked away not caring, that she was still wearing My Faded Blue Dreams
She walked out of the room, As easy as she walked out of my life Though her voice had cast a spell, her goodbye was cast in ice When the chord finally struck, & I realized there was nothing left to say Nothing left Had I fooled myself for so long I never knew Love had always been one way
But in my Faded Blue Dreams, I still can see her beside me Loving her seemed so good; I thought she understood the way I feel; But it wasn’t real
‘Cause in my Faded Blue Dreams, I could be most anyplace, & slip into a dream and draw her near I see her face in front of me, again she’s here Right here, inside my Faded Blue Dreams.....
A 50's country shuffle featuring a Jordanaires-style vocal arrangement
There’s Enough To Go Around If you’re looking to fall in love You don’t have to stay at home; You don’t have to be alone You can climb out of your rut The good ones are not all taken And there’s even more that are on the rebound So if you’re looking for love There’s Enough To Go Around
She likes to get down to business She works way past nine to five She was looking for a man who was looking for her A hand to hold, tonight And somewhere in her future She‘ll find someone just right Love’s ‘round the next corner; or just down the line And no one could ever make her change her mind
He likes to cry in his beer He likes to say “I told you so” He likes to complain every woman who left Would say yes, say what, and say no He never lost faith in true love It just had to be so Love’s ‘round the next corner; or just down the line And no one could ever make him change his mind
Tim features his classical guitar together with Lisa Pressman on piano for another Willie Nelson inspired ballad
I Can’t Do What She Does It’s like we’re guided by different laws There’s no more reason than just because I Can’t Do What She Does
I can’t fly like she does She flies up to the clouds and back again She learns the whispered secrets of the wind And I Can’t Do What She Does
I can only stay here on the ground I can only watch her fly I can’t touch her wings As they grace the sky
And I Can’t Do What She Does She sees the way things are from high above She opens up her heart and shares her love And I Can’t Do What She Does I Can’t Do What She Does No, I Can’t Do What She Does
An easy country shuffle in the classic style of Ray Price
Don’t say no, don’t say no When you’re looking like you’re about to go Please don’t go leaving me so all alone
Say you’ll stay, say you’ll stay ‘Cause you’ll never know if you walk away If you stay, I could chase your doubts away
‘Cause Each And Every Time we get close to crossing that line You either change your mind, or I’m misreading every sign But I’ve been so long, so lonely; and I feel this love is gonna be
The magic that we’ll find, Each And Every Time Just one chance, just one chance You won’t fall in love sitting on a fence Take the chance, this could be that one romance
‘Cause Each And Every Time we get close to crossing that line You either change your mind, or I’m misreading every sign But I’ve been so long, so lonely; and I feel this love is gonna be The magic that we’ll find, Each And Every Time
Maybe you wouldn’t run if you got to know me better And when it’s said and done, I think we would stay together Letting go our tired old past, we could find a new love at last And the magic that we’ll find, Each And Every Time The magic that we’ll find, Each And Every Time
A traditional country waltz about how love grows and matures through the years
We’ve seen each other at our worst And we’ve seen who can get to who first We played that game so many times We can attest to the fact love is blind
There were times when we didn’t have a clue And there were times when we thought we were through Even now when I look in your eyes I'm amazed our love has survived
And Who Would Have Thought We Would Come To This We fell in love when we were just kids We made our mistakes and we learned to forgive Maybe there’s some healing power in our kiss ‘Cause Who Would Have Thought We Would Come To This
We made it through one more fine mess And it makes me think we must be blessed We’re sure we love each other now It just took us a while to learn how
But then true love is so hard to find Hiding there inside us all this time But like an angel waiting to appear Love was there for us all these years
Who Would Have Thought We Would Come To This Now, Who Would Have Thought We Would Come To This
Written for Tim's Dad, an old-fashioned country song portraying the love of music being passed from father to son
Daddy’s dream is simple and he keeps it in his heart And he brings out out on Sunday or whenever music starts Says if something is worth doing, then it’s worth doing right And if you give your life to music; your music will give you life So I keep singing every night
And I’m still chasing Daddy’s Dream Singing songs about my life; trying to figure out what it all means To keep going against the odds like a salmon swimming upstream Trying to find my way, chasing Daddy’s Dream
There’s a picture that I think of; he’s in his best-dressed cowboy clothes And he’s holding his favorite six-string, and trying not to pose And his voice was young and strong then; it reached up to the skies And his dream was deep within him; you can see it in his eyes To be singing one more time
And like an old phonograph that keeps playing in my mind I can still hear him sing, “That Silver-haired Daddy Of Mine”
And I’m still chasing Daddy’s Dream Singing songs about my life; trying to figure out what it all means To keep going against the odds like a salmon swimming upstream Taking the long way home, chasing Daddy’s Dream Daddy’s Dream
Everyone has had someone in their past they would have liked to have known better
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek ©1993 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
Last night I sat and talked with A Friend Of A Friend When those old stories begin, they never end We smiled and talked and laughed about all the old times How everybody seems to go off chasing dreams
Did he recall a girl who appeared heaven sent He laughed at my choice of words; but knew who I meant Did he by chance ever hear what she’s doing now Just off somewhere he guessed, not settled like the rest
I always used to take things lightly Not thinking of the way things might be I could miss a love I never knew Now I could spend my whole life missing Then lie in my grave still wishing I was more than A Friend Of A Friend to you
We spent most of the night thinking how it was then wishing we could live the past over again Was there a thing at all that he might like to change He said too much time alone can turn a heart to stone
I think it was the way I repeated her name the tone of my voice revealed my little game So did he really think that she still looks the same He just shrugged a shoulder perhaps she looked older
A roadhouse shuffle that takes you on a peculiar tour of Dreamland
I Woke Up in a cheap motel, didn’t know how I got there The smell of day old beer and dried up tears left me gasping for air There was a picture of the King and he started to sing something about the heartbroke And with each refrain, tears fell like rain & got sadder with every note It was such a lonely sound; I started howlin’ like a hound
Then I Woke Up & the TV was on, so I stayed up a little and watched It was all subtitles, could’ve been untitled, the way it avoided a plot There was a hi-tech spy, must’ve been a bad guy, had his gun pointed out the TV And then a laser beam came right through the screen and I knew he was aiming at me He spotted me and started to grin; And just as he shot again
I Woke Up was in a cold sweat just as I was about to scream I Woke Up took a deep breath, told myself it was only a dream ‘Cause I was still in bed; The pillow over my head
I Woke Up, threw on my clothes and headed on out the door Ran a few feet out into the street, right smack in the middle of a war the sky was foreboding, the bombs were exploding I knew this would come to no good And in a single flash, it was reduced to ash; I thought there goes the neighborhood Then I saw something streak past; And just as I heard the blast I Woke Up
I Woke Up and there she was staring at me from across the room Offered her a shot of Jack, she poured it down her back said, “I use that much for perfume” Then she grabbed the bottle, drank half with a swallow, I knew this girl was tough She said, “Whatever you got, you take your best shot, if you think you’re man enough Well I was ready to take the test but the moment she slipped off her dress I Woke Up, I Woke Up
(spoken) I Woke Up and the sun was shining; the alarm clock was ringing Aww, you know dear, I didn’t sleep too well last night, maybe I better call in late for work, I ....uh, no no, you’re right dear; it is a beautiful day Yeah...
A poignant ballad about searching for answers in times of loneliness and despair
Shipwrecked and on a deserted island Alone as he could be Looking for a ship out on the horizon Looking for signs of life out on the sea One day a bottle washed up on the beach And he thought his rescue was finally within reach
There was NO MESSAGE IN THE BOTTLE There was no message there at all Just the emptiness to stare back at him Another brick for his wall A wall to keep his life together While he was slowly losing control There was NO MESSAGE IN THE BOTTLE No message there at all.
Homewrecked and in a deserted marriage Not knowing what to do Needing to unload life’s extra baggage Needing to feel he’s loved and love someone too One day a bottle made it feel all right Till he started sinking just holding on for life
There was NO MESSAGE IN THE BOTTLE There was no message there at all Just the emptiness to stare back at him Another brick for his wall A wall to keep his life together While he was slowly losing control There was NO MESSAGE IN THE BOTTLE No message there at all
How do we go from the children we start out to be To become the lost souls on our own island staring out to sea
There is NO MESSAGE IN THE BOTTLE.... (repeat chorus)
Blurring the line between country and rock
A melodic guitar riff drives this Americana song about a relationship on the verge of being over
Turn it around and around Go ahead and stretch the truth Maybe I would have bought the whole thing If I was a little more naive or still in my youth But talk is cheap And you used up your two cents worth And if you’ve nothing better to say Don’t say anything at all; nobody gets hurt
chorus And you know what I’m talking about It happens time and again If you’re looking for a way out It’s the SAME WAY YOU CAME IN The SAME WAY YOU CAME IN
Sing it again and again That one line we sing in tune We can shake our heads in disbelief We can consult with the planets or howl at the moon But time won’t wait And we’ve just about done our dance But if you want to get dirty on this We can dig up some skeletons; we might stand a chance
chorus (repeat)
Now living together ain’t easy; you proved that more than once But it’s not as hard as you make it; not if you know what you want It’s time to make a decision; I hope you decide to stay Because I think we can pull this together; No, we don’t have to throw this away
Shows that the heart has a mind of its own
He would know her when he saw her He only had to match the girl to his vision He even would know the things she would like The way they always do on television Today his dream was realized But not the girl he visualized
She appeared to him like a ghost Molecules in mist, that were softly luminescent She made him aware of what his years on earth had made him An adult adolescent She was an intricate collage He was a fifty-six Dodge
chorus He came through every other romance, unscathed & undaunted But at least he was always sure he knew what he wanted He spent his whole life rounding up the usually suspected Just to fall when he LEAST EXPECTED
There was something about the way she looked at him and smiled That made him kind of nervous He was used to treading on thin ice But he didn’t even recognize this surface Coming to terms with love in the new order He flopped around like a fish out of water
She wasn’t cast out of his imaginary mold Wasn’t she the type that usually left him cold Yet it was this mystery that wouldn’t release it’s hold She painted him into a corner This time for sure he was a goner
Layers of guitar shape these witty and poetic lyrics
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek ©1996 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
Nice smirk Does it always work? You’re smiling like a dog, been rolling ‘round in the dirt You say you saw me At night in your dreams No, I don’t want to hear about the things that you’ve seen
‘Cause you play with fire like you expect to get burned You say, life’s a game and you’re just taking your turn But I already know about the lessons you won’t learn
chorus And I know the company you keep, the allegiances you pledge You flirt with the devil, share the sacrilege You climb a skyscraper just to dance out on the ledge And if the world was flat; you’d go Right To The Edge
You’re hooked on that dirty look I bet you practiced in the mirror ‘til your whole body shook And you’re impressed With how you been blessed And I see you show it off every chance that you get
Cause you play with fire like you expect to get burned You say, life’s a game and you’re just taking your turn But I already know about the lessons you won’t learn
Still you swear with me, you could bare your soul like it’s never been naked Well, I’d like to try to love you but I don’t think my heart could take it Tell me, did you ever make love when it wasn’t a sin? I’d like to tie a rope around you just to reel you back in
Up-tempo rocker with a tongue-in-cheek lyric about love
What did I do wrong? I don’t remember being nice I didn’t repent one sin Or reform any vice I was always true to my lowdown dirty ways And she said she would leave me; but She Won’t Go Away
chorus She Won’t Go Away She Won’t Go Away In fact, she thinks she’s a saint every minute she stays She’s so full of good intentions; but she won’t make my day She threatens to leave me; but She Won’t Go Away
This just can’t go on I’ve got to make her see That she’s wasting her life With someone like me ‘Cause my soul’s been traveling too long down that lost highway She could still save herself; but She Won’t Go Away
I talked to her mama She was quick to agree Her daughter’s wasting her life With someone like me Even her momma told her to leave me if I didn’t change Well momma, I’m still the same; but She Won’t Go Away
chorus She Won’t Go Away She Won’t Go Away In fact, she thinks she’s a saint every minute she stays She’s so full of good intentions; but she won’t make my day She threatens to leave me; but She Won’t Go Away She threatens to leave me; but She Won’t Go Away She threatens to leave me; but She Won’t Go Away
A touching ballad about a good relationship in bad times
Another lost and lonely highway and I swear through the years I’ve driven them all Another trip that’s barely going to pay; another day taking it’s toll But when the road seems endless, I just think of things you say And it helps me lose my troubles; and helps me find my way
chorus TELL ME AGAIN ABOUT THE GOOD LIFE, About the way it’s going to be How all the dreams we dreamt so recklessly Will one day become reality TELL ME AGAIN ABOUT THE GOOD LIFE How everything will turn out all right And in spite of the uncertainties How we need to believe TELL ME AGAIN ABOUT THE GOOD LIFE
We’ve been through harder times than these, still we stand together against all the odds But we always get everything we need, and do the best with what we’ve got Each time we seem to make it, ‘though I don’t know how we do When I’m always going crazy, you’re always coming through
And when time feels like an enemy and you’re my only friend I need the comfort of your company, to hear your voice again
chorus TELL ME AGAIN ABOUT THE GOOD LIFE...
Tells of the women who have had visions of Mary
They’re Waiting For Mary; she’s due at one-thirty She’ll be dressed in white, calm and serene Ready to be seen
They’re Waiting For Mary; but she’s never in a hurry She comes with a message for those who would hear And then she disappears
They’re Waiting For Mary; all wide-eyed and teary The blessed and the hopeful and the vision in white Trying to make things right
They’re Waiting For Mary; it was rainy and dreary When all of a sudden, the sun burst through the clouds It was a sign from a forgiving mother They dropped to their knees and looked up to the heavens Sure it could be no other Some stared at the sun and saw crosses on fire The whole thing was getting kind of scary Some passed out from the heat and the passion And some caught a glimpse of Mary
They’re Waiting For Mary; with the burdens they carry And their souls are the clouds waiting for the sun Aren’t they the lucky ones? Waiting For Mary
An impending true love is the subject of this country-rocker
We can bide our time Draw a stick across the sand and stay on our own side of the line We can move real slow But sooner or later we’re gonna have to let ourselves go
chorus ‘Cause you and I were meant for action We’re not meant to sit and watch the game It’s only a question of when it’s gonna happen Our love’s already burning like an Eternal Flame
So let’s just say I’m wrong We could just ride this love like a hurricane ‘til the storm is gone But if I’m right and I am right We get a little piece of heaven to share for the rest of our lives
You can’t tell me, you don’t see these sparks jumpin’ You can’t tell me, that we’re not startin’ something, startin’ something
We can act real meek We can just scratch the surface so we don’t touch anything too deep Or we can dig way down Till we hit a geyser and all our love comes gushing out
chorus ‘Cause you and I were meant for action We’re not meant to sit and watch the game It’s only a question of when it’s gonna happen Our love’s already burning Our love’s already burning Our love’s already burning like an Eternal Flame
Acoustic slide guitar with an infectious groove underscores the unknown side of love
Words & Music by Tim Ponzek ©1990 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
I never asked, for reasons I can’t think of Each time I fell in love, it was enough I never thought what might be waiting Right past the mating, things might get rough All I saw, how sweet she’s looking; all I knew, the girl stole my heart I didn’t see, what might be cooking; before you get burned, Remember this before you start
chorus WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW, WON’T HURT YOU What you choose to ignore is up to you What you don’t see, don’t disturb you But when you find out, you’re gonna wish you never knew
Now you might say that don’t seem too important Not while you’re courting but later on What’s in the closet, beneath the hunting vest? Behind the tool chest? a bag of bones Like a show that has been censored, You’ll never know how things really are Each day will be a new adventure, and she’ll never tell So think before you go too far
There she is looking so respectable; there she is looking so refined An evil thought, she couldn’t be capable; well find out what’s on the back of her mind
Sometimes it’s wise to have a close inspection Reverse direction before you’re caught There’re certain ones you may want to eliminate Reverse discriminate, have second thoughts Too much talk, too much confusion; what to do is no longer clear Before you have your grand delusion; take some time off ‘Cause things look great from over here
Lisa Pressman plays piano to create the brooding quality that underlines this introspective lyric
There was something in the twilight that he couldn’t quite see Like a dream that was slowly creeping into reality Something he thought he recognized; but still couldn’t call by name The features were all hidden; no matter how hard he strained Standing just beyond his sight, covered by a blanket That was woven from Shadow And Light
How often his life would slip into a scene of film noir And his vision of the world would fall short of how things really are He always lost the edges like the world was made of sand And he couldn’t tell where one thing ended and the other began Staring straight into the night, they seemed like only fragments Soon he lost them to Shadow And Light
The night is filled with secrets and the world is full of spies Who doubt all their other senses and only believe their eyes They think they found the answers once they’ve seen them close at hand But they fool themselves with knowledge of things they’ll never understand Still insisting that they’re right; but truth is always waiting Somewhere in Shadow And Light
12/8 bluesy ballad that explores the darker side of an ended love affair
She put on her rose-tinted glasses and picked up her bag said, “Guess I’ll see you around” Empty words with no commitment from someone no longer tied down I guess rose is the color you want to see when you finally open your eyes And Blue... Blue Is The Color Of Goodbye
You remember her voice like a rainstorm falling all around you but her words were lost in the mist With all the things you’re trying to remember like the last time the two of you kissed I guess gray is the color of fading echoes all jumbled up in your mind And Blue... Blue Is The Color Of Goodbye
You pull the drapes across the window and shut the door tight searching for a piece of the dark Trying to create an empty space so it looks like the place in your heart I guess black is the color you paint your soul as you disappear in the night And Blue... Blue Is The Color Of Goodbye I guess Blue... Blue Is The Color Of Goodbye
Up-tempo country-rocker about a man at the end of his rope
Sometimes I just can’t find any words that help me explain The feeling I get when you set me, up just to knock me down again First you want things to be different, then you want things the same There’s a party going on in your mind; but I’m too old for games And if you ask me what I’m made of, I’ll tell you to your face Don’t ask me if I’m a man or a mouse when the rats are winning the race ‘Cause...
chorus I’m Burning A Short Fuse and it won’t last And if you’re gonna snooze, you’re gonna lose; It’s burning up fast And when the heat is on and the bombs all explode I’ll be long gone, headed down the road
Looks like you still can’t see anything from my point of view We’ve been through it all and we talk things out; but what you say is not what you do You drag me on to a see-saw; we’re up and then we’re down And with our love we go to hell and back; and then we go to town And if you ask me for the problem; I’ll tell you to your face you’re driving me right out of my mind; and that’s an awful thing to waste And...
At times we get so close, then you get that look in your eyes A light goes on, a better idea; but you better not even try Ev’rything’s gonna go crazy; it’s all wrong and then it’s all right And if you’re winding up for the big one; you better not wind too tight And if you ask me if I’m all right; I’ll tell you to your face I’m like an astronaut that’s on the launch pad and I’m headed into space And...
I’ll be long gone I’ll be long gone... on down that road
A man faces the truth about himself
Faster than a speeding bullet, words are just like that Hard and loud and deadly, impossible to call back I tried to block the words I spoke; but I wasn’t fast enough My words ripped right through her heart, like a bullet through our love
chorus I thought I was a superman and I could do anything at all But I was just a stubborn man and I was destined to fall I thought I had an iron will; but that’s been weakened by doubt I’m just An Old Man Of Steel, all rusted out Just An Old Man Of Steel, all rusted out
More powerful than a locomotive, ideas are just like that With tons and tons of ego pushing them down the track That train was full of my suspicions and I couldn’t make it stop And our love was stretched out on the rail; now there’s nothing left to pick up
I wasn’t able to leap a tall building; that was a compromise I couldn’t surmount Stone by stone, the building grew larger; while my feet barely left the ground
chorus I couldn’t leap high enough and she knew I never could And all of my powers, in the end, they came to no good I thought I had an iron will; but I finally figured it out I’m just An Old Man Of Steel, all rusted out Just An Old Man Of Steel, all rusted out I’m just An Old Man Of Steel, all rusted out
Organ and acoustic guitars create the mood for this heartfelt plea
I see you walking ‘round the house like you’re deciding what to take While the ghost of our love is beginning to take shape Don’t you think I can feel your love is starting to withdraw And one day I’ll wake up and find you’re already gone
chorus Well, Don’t Leave Without Telling Me Goodbye Don’t leave like a thief in the night What we had was so close to being right Don’t let it end with just a sigh And Don’t Leave Without Telling Me Goodbye
I see you going through your clothes, so they’ll be ready for you to pack I see you eying up the room, so you won’t have to look back ‘Cause each time you walk out the door; I wonder if you’re gone for good this time The word’s almost on your lips; I know the thought is in your mind
And I’m still willing to try I’m not ready for goodbye But if you made the choice to go If it’s over; I need to know
chorus (repeat twice)
Quirky lyric matches Tim's quirky electric piano part
He had a fragile ego for his rough and tumble build Ev’ry inch the elegant caveman, his destiny fulfilled When he made his grand entrance, ev’ry head turned in the room And when he did his tribal dance, ev’ry girl was sure to swoon But he kept his ego on a shelf with his other bric-a-brac Not the safest place when he’s taking in a cat
And she had a cat, a spirit feline and pure She could raise her fur or purr, soft and demure She was used to being treated in all of the extremes She was a little to worldly to be the woman of his dreams She could dance around trouble and never miss a beat ‘Cause she knew how to tumble and to land on her feet chorus And they got together A Fragile Ego And A Cat And he thought forever was as easy as that
Then one day it happened, the way she knew it could Somehow it always brings out the worst when things are going to good ‘Cause he made a stand; but she was ready to make tracks And when he saw that she was leaving; well, he tried to take it back But she brushed against his ego and it toppled to the ground And as he watched it shatter, she left without a sound Now he stares out in the empty room in the silent aftermath He’ll relive it at least a thousand times and each time he’ll break like glass
chorus Maybe next time he won’t stray from the nature of the fact A fragile ego should stay away from a cat