Альбом Ron Sexsmith

thinking out loud is all i'm doing
trying to raise my love above these ruins
with each song i kick it around thinking
my love i can tell there's a load on your mind
if we poured ourselves like this bottle of wine
and let it flow we'll figure it out thinking out loud
but it's hard to think with all the racket going on inside our heads
all this worrying is getting us nowhere let's go somewhere instead
just thinking out loud is it all we're good for?
trying to raise our love but always falling short
heaven knows what it's all about thinking out loud
with each song i kick it around thinking out loud

she was not the girl next door but the girl from around the corner
it was at the tail end of grade four when she came to school one morning
and all eyes were upon her as she took her seat
her name was amanda with pretty eyes of green
and hair of blonde strawberry blonde

springtime and dandelions and summer around the corner
was at the tail end of age nine with a million dreams before her
she lived with her mother in an old decrepit house
if there was trouble at home she kept it to herself
all summer long the strawberry blonde

and by her face there was no way to tell
it seemed like all was well in her world
but the neighbours said her mother had lost her will
to gin and sleeping pills it was no life for a little girl
still i see her face framed in blue sky
at the top of a slide coming down
and when the sirens wailed her mother had failed to rise
all the neighbours stood outside as amanda just stared at the ground

time flies and years are piled i'd forgotten all about her
when i saw her down the aisle of a streetcar with her daughter
then i heard amanda say as she got up
"come on samantha girl this is our stop"
and they were gone two strawberry blondes

tour bus rolling down broadway
says "nobody you would know"
in all the store front windows i see my face
and the lame expression of this average joe

lord a fool and his money parted ways
to a con artist at the bus depot
now who would've thought such an honest face
would make a monkey of this average joe?

i'm a walking disaster i'm an accident waiting to happen
i can't walk any faster no if i could i'd be tap dancing

i see the porch light of my home
where my love lies waiting for me
no we don't have much but this i know
you've made a king out of this average joe

under every sky of baby blue is an undercurrent of rain
under every trial life puts you through is an undercurrent of change
though the sun now is shrouded in grey it's pulling the wool over my eyes
when it looks like hell i tell myself it's a thinly veiled disguise

i feel a dark wind blowing through my hair blowing through my dreams at night
it's tearing me from all that i hold dear as i hold on for dear life
through the dark hours we stumble and fall and fumble around for the light
as far as i can tell the dark as well wears a thinly veiled disguise

under every sky of baby blue is an undercurrent of rain
under every trial life puts you through is an undercurrent of change
through the noise and the poisonous words that lead us to believe otherwise
i can hear the bells they're ringing out through a thinly veiled disguise

he sees it coming from a mile away
he knows all the rules by heart and so the game is played
he's trading love for this sordid night of bliss
though nothing good nothing good could ever come from this

you've seen how people rise in times of need
forget all their pettiness forget all their greed
but he can't rise above this warm and reckless kiss
though nothing good nothing good could ever come from this

from this only sorrow
from this no future only tomorrows

and when the morning comes tumbling down
no trace of the night before it's still the same old town
but deep inside now hides a stranger in his midst
and nothing good nothing good could ever come from this

Pretty little cemetery on a summer's day
Walking with my family, stopping on the way
To read the epitaphs and wonder at the graves
Pretty little cemetery on a summer's day

Pretty little monument beneath a shady tree
For a little boy who died in 1943
But still in the air this lingering grief
Pretty little monument beneath a shady tree

There's an old couple on the bus
Sitting next to us, my boy and I
And pointing to the graveyard
My boy turns to the old man
And says "this is where you go to when you die
My papa told me so"
The old man said "yes, we know"

Pretty little cemetery, hear the bells ring
When the night falls it's a very different thing
Outside the gate there's a woman looking in
Pretty little cemetery, hear the bells ring

it never fails any time i start
to speak my mind i break her heart
it never fails

every time i feel my faith is strong
this doubt appears and steers me wrong
it never fails

this world is not the one we used to know and love
i can't help wondering if it ever was

it never fails in times like these
i hold you and my soul's at ease
it never fails

standing on the side of the road near the overpass
with a sign around his neck that says "carwash
free balloons" he's a clown in broad daylight

he's waving at the people in cars who do a double take
and goad him on with their horns outside the carwash
like a cartoon he's a clown in broad daylight

raising eyebrows and emotions he don't phase some people at all
for every day the circus is open everything is all right
it's just a clown in broad daylight

everything is all right
for against the backdrop of ordinary life
it's the easy laugh that gets you through your working day and the hogwash
sad but true he's a clown in broad daylight

he's waving at you
he's a clown a clown in broad daylight

in the midst of all this welcome change i can hardly wait
to welcome all that was estranged to my life again
i thought i was on my own at different times
just a voice on a cold pay phone at different times

now i'm taken by these thoughts of how we found you and i
in the midst of it all in a northern town between the earth and sky
these thoughts of you come around at different times
we watch as the sun goes down at different times at different times

i've been tempted by these open doors you turned and i was gone
now i pray that i was spoken for in my absence in my song
i thought i was on my own at different times
like a stranger in my own home at different times at different times

child star child star you've reached the end of the road
they only wanted you when you were good as gold

child star child star you've had a pretty long run
go back to the real world while you're still young

did you think this love would last? did you think this love was true?
it came and went so fast they loved somebody but it wasn't you

child star child star this is where we get off
stay on and ride a while till the road gets rough

they loved somebody but it wasn't you

child star child star live and learn and move on
go back to the real world while you're still young
child

sometimes in anger we seem to forget
all the wrongs that have been done to us
we've done to others and regret
pull back you'll see the picture that much clearer

anyone anyone can make an honest mistake
anyone anyone can make an honest mistake

to err is human and all you can do
is to tell it to your wounded heart
forgiveness is human too
go back accept each other for who we are

few can admit it when they're wrong i know
few can forgive and then move on i know it's hard

so young
so young at the start
so strong that it left its mark
upon our hearts
so young

so strong
so strong we had no choice
we're pulled along by the ancient voice
of girls and boys
so young

it's hard to believe that time can heal us all inside
and bring to light these feelings that have dies
remembering the way we felt about each other
love is like the rising sun in our eyes

so young
so young at the end
of a long day that was spent
just being friends
so young

time goes slowly
time goes silently
drags its feet no it never flies
while you're waiting for the love to return to her eyes

and words they fail you
words come awkwardly
leave your lips as they turn to sighs
while you're waiting for the love to return to her eyes

and what once shines so brightly
makes the present seem so pale
once held in arms so tightly
now you're just a ship without a sail without a sail

and thoughts grow stormy
thoughts weigh heavily
feels as if the sun will never rise
while you're waiting for the love to return to her eyes

it's really coming down raining cats and hounds
it's falling on parades and on the plans we made
but there'll be other days and things will turn our way
the rain has got to fall it's april after all

even the longest night will lead you to daylight
it's the way may leads to june and it's how i've come to you
the world goes spinning round life goes up and down
and rain is bound to fall it's april after all

they'll be other days darling come what may
the rain has got to fall it's april after all
tears are bound to fall it's april after all