Dave McPherson Album

I've got a bridge for burning
'Cause now the tide is turning
I've got a song with no lines
I'm pretty sure they'll come with time

I've got dark, twisted secrets in my rearview mirror
And a future, great opportunities on the horizon
All of the dirt has dried up and fallen away in the river
And now all I have to do is keep my fingers on the wheel
And keep my eye on this foggy road
This foggy road
This foggy road
This foggy road

I've got a bridge for burning
Even though I'm still learning
A risk is central these days
If you ever want to change your ways

I've got dark, twisted secrets in my rearview mirror
I've got a future, great opportunities on the horizon
All of the dirt has dried up and fallen away in the river
And now all I have to do is keep my fingers on the wheel
And keep my eye on this foggy road
This foggy road
This foggy road
This foggy road

Sometimes the storm comes before the cloud
Sometimes it is too early before it is too late
I've never been here before
And don't you sound the alarm 'cause I won't do you no harm

I've got a bridge for burning
I've got a bridge for burning
I've got a bridge for burning
I've got a bridge for burning

I met this bloke today
He looked at me in a very strange way, I said nothing
I smiled politely, he st-st-stuttered over the words he was trying to say
And he gave me the evil eye, revealed the fangs behind his smile
Oh my, a yellow grin never shone so wicked
I wondered what is his problem?
Is it my stupid hat or my annoying accent?
I know that some people feel that way
But this guy did not even give me chance
I thought nothing of it but then the same thing happened to me the very next weekend
What could it be?

Yeah, I thought it was going well
But all these guys have got their eyes on my girl
Thought it was going swell
The awkwardness of talking to these pricks is hell
I suppose you can never tell
To discover all their dark secrets, well, oh well
I've got news for you, my son
I ain't going anywhere
I ain't going anywhere

I met this prick today, he laughed at me silently
It seems there's quite a lot of these
Bitter people, thick as treacle
Why don't you get it into your thick skull
That the hole in your heart will have to be filled elsewhere
If it's even still worth filling?
I know that you think that you've had it hard
We've all got problems, fickle problems to deal with
There any problems?
Problems always have solutions, easy
Easy come, easy go
Same old songs at a different show is all I know
Or so you think

Yeah, I thought it was going well
But all these guys have got their eyes on my girl
Thought it was going swell
The awkwardness of talking to these pricks is hell
I suppose you can never tell
To discover all their dark secrets, well, oh well
I've got news for you, my son
I ain't going anywhere
I ain't going anywhere
I ain't going anywhere
I ain't going anywhere

Bitter boys, the feeling will dry
Waiting for nothing on their own
Building up meaningless resentment for something they can't understand
My sympathy for your apathy
Crybaby, maybe you will learn
Whiskey won't save you now
Chasing a fairytale, bless your tortured soul
Bless your tortured soul with muddy puddle water

Thought it was going well
But all these guys have got their eyes on my girl
Thought it was going swell
The awkwardness of talking to these pricks is hell
I suppose you can never tell
To discover all their dark secrets, well, oh well
I've got news for you, my son
I ain't going anywhere
I ain't going anywhere
I ain't going anywhere
I ain't going anywhere

I'm sorry, lads
Sorry, lads
I ain't going anywhere

Just because I'm unstable doesn't mean I'm incapable
It doesn't mean I'm not savable
All the boys say and all the girls say
Don't you think you've had enough?
I must be greedy, greedy
Simply greedy in the grand old English way

You seem to think that I'm arrogant
But you don't see me behind closed doors
Climbing the walls feeling so insignificant
I know, I know I can get a little bit complacent
All the boys say and all the girls say
That guy thinks he's something else
Maybe I'm timid and lately you're intimidating me
Socially frigid in the grand old English way

I fall from grace every single day
Just so that you can't possibly hurt me
I'm grinning in my own stupid little way
'Cause my smile disgusts you
Get irrationally jealous, misguidedly zealous
Overtly precious in the grand old English way, yeah
Yeah

Bloody and broken, guilty and selfish
Everybody slags you off now, were you really meant for this?
Yeah, you can see their skin's over-radiant today

Well, the drugs cry
Won't you say, won't you say you'll stay
At least here for today?
Won't you say, won't you say you'll stay
At least for today?
Won't you say, won't you say you'll stay?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Won't you say, won't you say you'll stay?

Boring conversation, change the music every minute
Birds mocking you outside, close the blinds tight
This is a self-righteous dig at myself

Still the drugs cry
Won't you say, won't you say you'll stay?
Say you'll stay with me for one more day
Won't you say you'll stay (Won't you say, won't you say you'll stay)
I'm begging you, please
Won't you say, say you'll stay?
Won't you say, say you'll stay?

Just because they are shallow doesn't necessarily mean you're not in deep shit
Even though you're close to home, it doesn't mean that you'll definately reach it
There's one of you and ten of them, they've got knives and you've got weed in your bloodstream
Adrenaline fired up, not the best time to be stoned, you should have stayed at home
The first punch to the back of the head, ruptured blood vessels are soon to be dead
Bruises, cuts and other wonderful memorabilia

You'll never get your own back 'cause although he's on crack
He's still stronger than you and this is what he likes to do
And they follow this preacher, to them you're a lowly creature
And everyone is too scared to save your bloody head
Good job their favourite colour's red

Poor little old man, he is too scared of ever leaving his house
Tiptoes around the local shop, leaves timidly, as silent as a mouse
But these people disregard his age to push him down and steal his favourite shopping bag
His lottery ticket and his keys are thieved, would you do this to your own grandad?
Comes from a time when gentlemen were gentle, he's been through the war that nearly drove him mental
Now he's forced to fear what he fought for

You'll never get your own back 'cause although he's on crack
He's still stronger than you and this is what he likes to do
And they follow this preacher, to them you're a lowly creature
And everyone is too scared to save your bloody head
Good job their favourite colour's red, red, red

It's who you are
It's who you are
It's who you are
Who you are, yeah
It's who you are
It's who you are
It's who you are

You'll never get your own back 'cause although he's on crack
He's still stronger than you and this is what he likes to do
And they follow this preacher, to them you're a lowly creature
And everyone is too scared to save your bloody head
Good job their favourite colour's red

The thieves are always just around the corner
The thieves are always everywhere at once
Here they come to take away anything they can get their hands on
Sentimental value disregarded

The thieves outside your garage fondling crowbars
My guitars and your custom cars awaiting
Here they come to take away anything they can get their hands on
All your time and hard work disregarded

Take a trip, take a trip down memory lane
Think of the things you've lost but all the strength that you've gained
All of the trauma, all of the loss and all of the pain
It's not a touch on all the strength that you've gained

Take a trip, take a trip down memory lane
Think of the things you've lost but all the strength that you've gained
All of the trauma, all of the loss and all of the pain
It's not a touch on all the strength that you've gained

The thieves, they stole straight from my bank account
And the thieves, they took one of my greatest friends away
Because the thieves are always obvious, life itself is a thief
And drink and drugs and hate and love

The thieves prefer to pray in the silence
Never afraid to wield excessive violence
Even time is a thief, it takes away everyone you want to save
Are you prepared to lose it all and continue?
The thieves helped me to deal with the change

Take a trip, take a trip down memory lane
Think of the things you've lost but all the strength that you've gained
All of the trauma, all of the loss and all of the pain
It's not a touch on all the strength that you've gained

Take a trip, take a trip down memory lane
Think of the things you've lost but all the strength that you've gained
All of the trauma, all of the loss and all of the pain
It's not a touch on all the strength that you've gained

It makes you want it more when you close those eyes
Taking water for granted, she is in disguise
And the ocean set her free and her opal skies
Lightning without any thunder meeting Maria's prize

And there is something about you
Something about you
There's something inside of you
There's something inside so true
But anyway

As the city falls down, we all bow but we can't falter now
When the hurricane's down, it seems we've gone and lost her somehow
Waves crashing down, beating me down to the ground
But she doesn't make a sound

An empty bottle spins in the morning rain
Message washed away before it left the lake
And no cloak to hold the truth, no truth to take
Maria still pushes it along for the effort's sake

And there is something about you
Something about you
There's something inside of you
There's something inside so true
But anyway

As the city falls down, we all bow but we can't falter now
When the hurricane's down, it seems we've gone and lost her somehow
Waves crashing down, beating me down to the ground
But she doesn't make a sound

Maria pushed this boat along
It's beauiful, so beautiful
She let the seagulls have their song
It's beautiful, so beautiful

As the city falls down, we all bow but we can't falter now
Hurricane's down, it seems we've gone and lost her somehow
Waves crashing down, beating me down to the ground
But she doesn't make a sound

That's a pretty tight stare, you got me there
I know I bring it upon myself, I can blame it on no-one else any more
The question remains, is it the same?
I think not, the colours have changed their tone
The saints have gone back home, yeah, yeah
I know they told me so but I never learn
I guess I bring it upon myself, myself, myself, myself

It's not many times you see this sort of thing
It's not many times we greet a stranger in
The door has been broken time and time again
I guess this time I don't know where to begin
Handshakes for strangers

That's a pretty nice dress, you got me there
But it, it wouldn't suit anyone else, the minutes,they count themselves, seconds march
They make sure while they're telling you they stop for a moment which you really don't suit
To something you can't refute any more
Well, I told you so but you never learn
I guess we bring it upon ourselves, ourselves, ourselves, ourselves

It's not many times you see this sort of thing
It's not many times we greet a stranger in
The door has been broken time and time again
I guess this time I don't know where to begin
Handshakes for strangers

The cloud isn't dry yet (Is not dry yet)
The duct isn't clear yet (Is not clear yet)
The problem has not been solved (I'm still trying)
These illusions haven't been solved
It's not every day you see this sort of thing
It's not every day you see this sort of thing

It's not many times you see this sort of thing
It's not many times we greet a stranger in
The door has been broken time and time again
I guess this time I don't know where to begin
Handshakes for strangers

Handshake-shake-sh-sh-shake
Handshakes for strangers
Handshake-shake-sh-sh-shake-shake
Handshakes for strangers

His father used to beat him down
He thinks that gives him the right to push her around
Bloody noses resonate inside
He beats them night and day and crushes her pride

Just open your eyes and see her face
You won't be laughing
Her least favourite scars don't shine so bright
With no-one to save her

As he falls down to the surface
Fires off a new scar
And why should we sympathise with that?
And why should we sympathise?
He's not sympathetic
Sympa-pathetic
Songs that we know will push him away
To be so cool, so cruel with the tip of his shoulder
As he gets older, the kicks get harder
He won't stop, the red fall never stops
She's always hurt but she's still afraid to run away, run away

Just open your eyes and see her face
You won't be laughing
Her least favourite scars don't shine so bright
With no-one to save her

Just open your eyes and see her face
Her pretty face
There's nothing domestic about this abuse, yeah
The uninvited truth remains behind closed doors

Just open your eyes and see her face
You won't be laughing
Her least favourite scars don't shine so bright
With no-one to save her

Just open your eyes and see her face
You won't be laughing
Her least favourite scars don't shine so bright
With no-one to save her