1. Acapulco (Calvocoressi, Ferraro, Magson, Maher)

T. Calvocoressi - Drums, Vocals
M. Ferraro - Bass, Vocals
J. Magson - Guitar, Keys, Vocals
J. Maher - Guitar, Vocals

Just out in front
But so far away
Some kind of art
Or something to say
Stop looking past
What’s in right your hand
This is your place
And there’s no real plan

Oh Oh
We come again
Oh Oh
We come again

Every time
Over again
Just can’t explain
Where we’ll be in the end
Seems like a game
We play all the time
Somewhere between
Insane and sublime

But oh oh
We come again

2.The Metal Shop (Calvocoressi)

T. Calvocoressi - Drums, Vocals
M. Ferraro - Bass
J. Magson - Guitar, Keys
J. Maher - Guitar

Daddy played the driver,
and Mommy, she played the cop
We spent all our time dreaming
about the metal shop.

When I saw Mr. Jimmy
He looked about to drop
He looked like every other guy
who worked the metal shop.

He said he’d tell us all he knew,
but first we had to stop
But we kept those wheels a-turning
beneath the metal shop

Folks got a name for the thing we build, Down at the metal shop

They used to bring us stolen cars
and watched us while we chopped
pieces flying everywhere
From the metal shop

(Now) Some guys pound out those ashtrays,
some make them bottle tops
Some folks got a name for the thing we build
down at the metal shop.

3.Hold On (Magson)

T. Calvocoressi - Drums
M. Ferarro - Bass
J. Magson - Guitar, Keys, Vocals
J. Maher - Guitar

Cmon get happy, it's not that bad
Let's make  a celebration, you never had,
There's just some things we'll never know
but the cloud will slide and the sky might slow.

We can make it better, you know it's true
Some times silver looks just like blue
Give it some time, you wait and see, 
Just how bright that blue can be

Need no excuse for where we are
and there's no dark walk that's too far
And there's no limit to real love, my love,
So hold on... hold on.
I can always read what's on your mind,
I know It's hard to sing when this world's unkind
But there's no limit to real love, my love.
So hang on... hang on

Need no excuse for where we are
but there's no night walk that's too dark
And there's no limit to real love, my love,
So hold on... hold on.

4.From the Start (Maher)

T. Calvocoressi - Drums, Vocals
M. Ferarro - Bass
J. Magson - Guitar, Keys
J. Maher - Guitar, Vocals

Knew right from the start
He had a broken heart
There was no way he could stay
So he had to run away
And even to this day
And after all we prayed
We wondered what went wrong
But we vowed to move along

Then she said, “he’s dead,
And how’s your holiness”
She said, “he’s dead,
And how’s your holiness, today”

So after all the pain
We will never be the same
There’s nowhere we can go
To really get away
When everything we do
And every word we say
Come back to remind us
What we left along the way

Then she said, “he’s dead,
And how’s your holiness”
She said, “he’s dead,
And how’s your holiness, today”

See how our seasons change
Over again
See how we rearrange
All over again

5.Old Day/New Day (Magson)

T. Calvocoressi - Drums
M. Ferarro - Bass
J. Magson - Guitar, Keys, Vocals
J. Maher - Guitar

It's a new day
I Gotta stop thinking
It's a new day
and Maybe I was wrong
Yesterday's a shadow but it marches with the sun
Beckoning the night to come along

I have a a new way 
I'm gonna stop dreaming
I have some new words
Cause maybe I have lied
I know I wrote that story... with a plot that had no end
But finally I found the way I'll die

So behind my eyes there's a picture I'm searching
and inside my ears fades the echo of a bomb
Yesterdays a soldier and he marches with a drum,
but today I'm banging out a different song
Yeah today I'm singing on a different song

6.Do No Harm (Calvocoressi)

T. Calvocoressi - Drums, Vocals
M. Ferarro - Bass
J. Magson - Guitar, Keys
J. Maher - Guitar

Burning Hills and Round Lake
I seen a little give, a lot of take
Close my eyes ‘til California shakes
Give it up for goodness sake

I knew your brother….way back when
A slimy motherfucker name of Ken
We all lived in the lion’s den
Things seemed so much more important then.

How’s your mother
Where’s your brother
Who’s your daddy too
I keep on hopin’
This stuff I’m smokin’
Will do no harm to you.

Exactly what do you expect of me?
Now you’ve got me down on bended knee
You set fire to my wishing tree.
You always treat me like your enemy...

How’s your mother
Where’s your brother
Who’s your daddy too
I keep on hopin’
This stuff I’m smokin’
Will do no harm to you.

7.Lost (Maher)

T. Calvocoressi - Drums, Vocals
M. Ferarro - Bass, Vocals
J. Magson - Guitar, Keys, Vocals
J. Maher - Guitar, Vocals

We come around to see
The way life used to be
But I got lost, I got lost
I got lost again

We can stand our ground
What’s next to be found?
I’ll be around, I’ll be around
I’ll be around again

So, we can go or we can stay
We can deceive or we can pray
Living for another day/Is all I meant to say

We can try as we might
In the darkness of light
But I got lost, I got lost
I got lost again

8.Breaking a Chain (Magson)

T. Calvocoressi - Drums
M. Ferarro - Bass
J. Magson - Guitar, Keys, Vocals
J. Maher - Guitar

Generations of habit
passing down all their pain
In the hole with a rabbit
just gettin' out of the rain
Am I fooling myself
or am I just the same

All the branches above us
Ain't there someone to blame
All the mothers and fathers
That couldn't see why they came
Am I fooling myself
or am I just the same

 I may never see the day
 I may never see that face 
 or know their names
 So I walk along by faith
 but I walk alone
 I don't care that I might fall
 as I walk alone breaking a chain

"This could all be yours" he said, "as far as eyes can see"
"Forget that stupid suffering, just come and laugh with me"
With a million smiling lies he said "you'll see, you'll see"
"It's all about higher places", "It's all about higher places"

 I may never see the day
 I may never see that face 
 or know their names 
 So I walk along by faith
 but I'll walk alone
 I don't care that I might fall
 as I walk alone breaking a chain 

9.Good to You (Calvocoressi)

T. Calvocoressi - Drums, Vocals
M. Ferarro - Bass
J. Magson - Guitar, Keys
J. Maher - Guitar

I’ve heard some people said,
“She must’ve lost her head.”
When we were newlyweds
just yesterday.

Bet you wished you’d passed
On my sorry old ass
On my social class
It’s so yesterday….

Your mom did what she could
I did what I should
You think I’m made of wood?
Anyway?

Daddy raised a fuss
Man he sure could cuss
We put him back on the bus
He went away.

Ooooo, pass me them Big Bambu.
Ooooo, who’s been good to you?

We got our little home
We got the Hippodrome
We got our kicks in Rome
Anyway

I hear it’s nice on Mars
They drive some funny cars
They’re countin’ up the stars
Every way……

Ooooo, check out my Size 12 shoes.
Ooooo, Baby, who’s been good to you?

Don’t you think I see?
The big and bad in me?
The monkey in the tree,
It’s me, OK?

I’ll try to say this fast….
No pataphysical gas…
Let’s split that final glass
Waddya say?

Oooo, Baby, my aim is true…
Oooo, I’ll be good to you.

10.Taking our Time (Maher)

T. Calvocoressi - Drums, Vocals
M. Ferarro - Bass, Vocals
J. Magson - Guitar, Keys, Vocals
J. Maher - Guitar, Vocals

Long ago, anything’s possible
Shot like a missile, again and again
Yesterday seemed so impossible
Miles of rituals chasing the day

I recall, the feeling was mutual
Not so unusual for casual friends
Same is true, I don’t know anything
Tell me a again what you really mean

We’re taking our time goin’ home,

History tells, tales of impossible
Fractures and healing, again and again
Today we find its got to be possible
Following rituals along the way