Clear the Air C Maiorano What did we say?? To make it fade to gray What did we do?? Consume and pollute Where did they go?? Choking flowers don’t grow Where did we fail?? To weave this tragic tale Who cares?? About what we share…

Already Lost Boudreau A day late and few bucks short Is how i lived my life Kicking around this no where town Since the Great Divide And they say that heaven can wait But i’ve seen fingers were crossed And he who speculates is already…

a man without a plan j Zuccardi I’ve been lost, been found Been up, been down Been loose, been bound Been here and I’m back around I’m back around Man with out a plan I am a man without a plan You may think that I can’t see…

a man without a plan j Zuccardi I’ve been lost, been found Been up, been down Been loose, been bound Been here and I’m back around I’m back around Man with out a plan I am a man without a plan You may think that I can’t see…

Wait n See Boudreau Johnny was sixteen The first time he died New to the scene No matter how hard he tried He was caught in a down stream On the wrong side of right Crossed on the in-between Cost him his life But just This time…

Clear the Air C Maiorano What did we say?? To make it fade to gray What did we do?? Consume and pollute Where did they go?? Choking flowers don’t grow Where did we fail?? To weave this tragic tale Who cares?? About what we share…

Already Lost Boudreau A day late and few bucks short Is how i lived my life Kicking around this no where town Since the Great Divide And they say that heaven can wait But i’ve seen fingers were crossed And he who speculates is already…

Already Lost Boudreau A day late and few bucks short Is how i lived my life Kicking around this no where town Since the Great Divide And they say that heaven can wait But i’ve seen fingers were crossed And he who speculates is already…

Already Lost Boudreau A day late and few bucks short Is how i lived my life Kicking around this no where town Since the Great Divide And they say that heaven can wait But i’ve seen fingers were crossed And he who speculates is already…

Stop that j. Zuccardi Stop that Don’t fuck with me Drop that Silly routine Come out Say what you mean Concede It’s time to come clean A tired joke Truths made of smoke Stop that Don’t fuck with me Drop that Silly routine…