O my brother Where did you go? Down to the river To beg for your soul? Did anyone see you? Did you go there alone? What did you offer For one of their stones? O my brother Is there any way out? Of the deal they offered? Did they leave…

She stands alone in my mind She'll make it home in her own time I've always known that she's not mine She gets closer to the line Then turns and walks away Breaks out the wine Don't know how she survived another day

Maybe I shouldn't tell you what I was thinking The first time I saw that sad smile in your eyes I couldn't look away, and I don't recall blinking It might've been better if we'd just said simple goodbyes I've been down this road before once…

So you wanted your freedom What from the past were you willing to take? I'm sure you had your reasons Too many promises you swore you'd never break The world that you know is not coming back Maybe it's time you start burning the tracks…

Cut-off jeans, your eyes shining in the sun You were looking for a good time, I was looking for "The One" Crazy dreams, when hours never seemed too late You believed in lucky breaks and I believed in fate I thought the only love was true…

If I just slip the car in drive I'll meet you on the other side Or maybe I could turn back time And we could both pretend to fly Losing feeling inside out No sense kneeling, no such doubt Failed at saving, nothing lasts Just repaving…

One of those little gems written in the during the final months of recording. RIGHT ON TIME Keith Landry: Vocals, Guitar, Whistling Jessica Landry: Vocals Liam Byrne: Drums I've been waiting on you Longer than I've been alive And…

Ever been hypnotized? No? Let me ask you something... Have you ever been so in love that you did things you otherwise wouldn't have done? So let me ask you again. Ever been hypnotized? CLAP THREE TIMES Keith Landry: Vocals, Guitars…

Another formerly poorly recorded song... Really a piece of poetry that was put to music (a hit-or-miss approach for me that seemed to work well on this one). Three Times More Dad plants his spring garden For a good summer bounty he's…

Created all in one go with nothing to write on while I walked the Hilton Head beach in the rain last spring, this gentle little song more came through me than from me. ROLLING ON BY I had an old soul when I was a young man Turning my phrases…