I was always thinking clear, Knew my way around in here, All that changed when you came around Pulling out all the threads, Weave your way around my head, ‘til I thought, this will be alright Even now when I concentrate, Look beyond the terrible mess we made, I can’t stop thinking ‘bout it…that’s okay Every day seems so new to you, But they don’t listen to your point of view You raise your voice, you make a choice, And now you can’t put back what you brought down Infiltration of my room, Looking for an open wound, Making one when there’s none to find, Let you play with my desire, Let you throw me in the fire, Telling myself this is where to be, Even now, when I get too high, Paranoia that you have inspired, I can’t stop thinking like that…that’s a shame Every night your emotions show, Wondering ‘bout things that you’ll never know, You raised your voice, you made your choice, And now you can’t put back what you brought down A second chance you might never have, Maybe forever in the dark you’ll stab, You raised your voice, you made your choice, And now you can’t put back what you brought down. Lyrics by Peter Hubley ©2008 Dirt Reynolds Music

Clearing the field of our empathy, Digging a trench around what shouldn’t be, Building a tower, now you’re looking down, What about us who look up, look up from the ground We are the mouths that you think of as sheep, Create the chaos you need as we sleep, You have solutions only good for few, Part of the plan, so whatcha, whatcha gonna do? All that surrounds you and still… What’s in it for you that makes you… Just like a rock star, it gets you so… Why would they help you, when it makes you so… Holding the torch up so we all go blind, Leading the way so that we never mind Which of the garden paths you lead us down, Stop now to smell, smell the, smell the stink around, These are the instincts that we’re coming to, Just like the past before you ran us through, Hoping that we’ll never realize, What’s in behind, behind your, your hollow eyes All that surrounds you, and still… What’s in it for you that makes you… Just like a rock star, it gets you so… Why would they help you, if it makes you so mean? There’s a spell you hold over the crowd that waits to believe in you And the words chosen and arranged to bend the truth Everyone’s here with a cause, and their faith in a better day But they will not admit, they need you all the same You step up to the podium and the rush of the game arrives The thrill of them not knowing how you hold their lives You rely on experience, their fears and their dreams It borders on obscene, what makes you so mean… So mean… This is the future that we’re taking back, This is our wisdom, this is our attack, Cursing the years you’ve stolen the truth, Now here I am, so whatcha, whatcha gonna do? Lyrics by Peter Hubley ©2008 Dirt Reynolds Music

You struggle with the past Held up against your bright future Too hard to look there now Now that you’re aware of what’s been said Words you should have heard by now Of how things never last… Its all around the street Crushing words have been arranged and sent Easy to be free when you’re passing it on Still hard to believe Proof lies in the eyes that shift away You’re starting to conceive What their eyes already said… Sinner, loser, walking tumor They said you were, all those rumours… There’s a world against you now, Tiny is as it is and it does You’re still left around, Left with what never was… Sinner, loser, walking tumor, They lie, you rot, human nature, All talk, no thought, gossip robots, They said you were, all those rumours… Lyrics by Peter Hubley ©2008 Dirt Reynolds Music

I was under a spell, but then its just as well, Its when you come around and only then that I can tell, Are you going this way, which way I cannot say, As long as I get someplace warm at the end of the day If that’s your attitude, that will never do, I’ll never treat you well if you don’t treat me that way, too You know there must be more, we both must be assured, There is something we can go on tomorrow… Begin as if anew, continue with the truth, Another look around the room, yeah, that’ll do Its better than you feared, these things are getting clear, Its all inspired, just a matter of getting near and when you feel close, o, won’t you let me know I’m plannin’ on keepin’ this thing going as far as we can go and there is prophecy, and there’s what’s meant to be I’m drawing a breath; all I know is it will carry me This one’s for the air… Lyrics by Peter Hubley ©2008 Dirt Reynolds Music

One is all that one can see in the grey unknown You may get to reach so far… Pulls you back when instincts lead way beyond your head Now and then a glimpse of life just beyond the yard Knowing then you must believe… All the traces in the air, but you might never know… A fear of goD… Its just your fear of goD… There beyond what you could need and your grave concern Oh, to know what this all means… Means the warmth you must protect, never let evil in What the feeling that you sense, tales you’ll never catch Always chasing your whole life… Fear that he might never see, and never bring you home… All in a breath is the test of what faith can mean Not that the rest do Few of the wise recognize how the mountain leans Not that they have to That’s how it was in the dark, blind and needy to start Yet you believe you can see what the others don’t Not that they’ll want you Eternal love and a smile from above when you turn to the call of my God Always around you only he can allow you in the grace of the house of my God Have you not heard of the word that you cannot speak Now that you want to All that they teach just to reach you so others feel they shouldn’t have to Give you a smack that will hurt, that’s how it feels when you’re cursed There will be days when the chase do give way to be less than you’d hoped to Someone to need you and with wisdom to feed you when you lay at the feet of my God He will command you and always understand you when you come to the voice of my God Yes he can hurt you, yes its his universe until you break to the will of my God To recognize you and with patience to guide you when you tug at the sleeve of my God… You might search them endlessly, the forest for the trees When you look up at the moon… Feel all the loneliness burning your restraint… Here beyond what you have seen, and the grey unknown What’s out there you could retrieve… Only hope to understand, but you might never know… Your fear of goD… Lyrics by Peter Hubley ©2008 Dirt Reynolds Music

I’ve got something on you, and I’ve something to say I’m not feeling your truth, and I feel the right way Then you appear…it’s over… I can’t say I don’t mind getting that feeling instead But I’m not drawing chalk lines tracing out my head I can blame it on you, this can’t happen both ways I got something to prove, had that feeling all day Then you appear…it’s over… Seems like nothing at all drawing out our heads I’m not taking that fall, lying down in your bed I can blame it on you, had that feeling all day I’ve got something to prove, and I’ve something to say Then you appear…it’s over… I’ve got something on you, and I’ve something to say I’m not feeling your truth, and I feel the right way I’m not taking that down, I’m not breaking your fall I can blame it on you, this can’t happen both ways I’ve got something to prove, had that feeling all day Find the edge of your wall, take a piece of your bread Seems like nothing at all, chalk lines round my head I ain’t feeling your truth, had that feeling all day I’ve got something on you, and I’ve something to say Lyrics by Peter Hubley ©2008 Dirt Reynolds Music

I grew up in a sleepy town, and knew I wanted more Than just a street that leads me down all too familiar doors I’m breaking through the pathos and the things that leave me cold This talk of it is getting old You’ve been raised and been praised when following the path That’s been beaten well before them Yet they’ll mold you and scold you for alluding to a question that they don’t understand All along you’ve been strong in doubting that there’s nothing brighter on the other side Torn a strip and been ripped of all the reasons but the two of which you have to decide I’ll make it through this sleepytown I’m pulling by you and I’m letting go Knowing that there’s more opportunities and still miles to go There’s someone else that I ain’t letting down and there are places that he’s yet to breathe He can be cruel and break your sleepy town Prove there’s a place for me…yeah, just wait and see… There’s been words so absurd spoken down to you like they know you’re halfway up the stairs Once a week they will speak unto the meek and tell them their own fences need repair Do not sway, do not bend into the will of someone else’s ill winded plans You may go, you can know that there’s something out there that few of us ever understand There has to be someplace I have to go and something else that I just gotta to see I can be cruel and leave this all behind I just have to leave Tired of walking by the sleeping stones Through with the longing of those crying eyes I have the will to tear myself away Lyrics by Peter Hubley ©2008 Dirt Reynolds Music