Lyrics to “Harbortowne”

Harbortowne

I’m goin’ down to Harbortowne
I’m goin’ down to Harbortowne
I’m gonna throw some cash around
When I get down to Harbortowne

I gotta roll of dollar bills
I gotta roll of dollar bills
Sex and booze and pills and thrills
When I get down to Harbortowne

Has anybody seen the candyman?
Has anybody seen the candyman?
Tattooed man in a beat up van
Has anybody seen the candyman?

I’m goin’ over to Sweet Louise
I’m goin’ over to Sweet Louise
Come on mama, pretty please
When I get down to Harbortowne

Cause I gotta sweet tooth long and hard
I gotta sweet tooth long and hard
Let’s roll the dice, let’s cut the cards
When I get down to Harbortowne

Has anybody seen the candyman?
Has anybody seen the candyman?
Tattooed man in a beat up van
Has anybody seen the candyman?

I’m gonna meet up with my friends
I’m gonna meet up with my friends
We’ll head on down to the Trouble Inn
When we get down to Harbortowne

I’m gonna bring my daddy’s gun
I’m gonna bring my daddy’s gun
I won’t be scared of anyone
When I get down to Harbortowne

I’m goin’ down to Harbortowne
I’m goin’ down to Harbortowne
I’m gonna throw some cash around
When I get down to Harbortowne
When I get down to Harbortowne
When I get down
To Harbortowne

The Juggler

Born with a six gun in both of your hands,
You just turned thirty-three, you’re a desperate man,
you’re a juggler
Trying to figure out where in the world you fit in
Trying to drown your frustrations in a bottle of gin
You live in the darkness, but you long for the light
Making a stand while avoiding a fight
that’s the juggler
Behind every curtain’s somebody you think you should know
Behind every locked door’s a place that you think you should go
You’d like to go just far enough so you can say that you’ve been
But you don’t want to risk what you have and start over again

You’ve been a preacher, a teacher, a poet, a king,
A liar, a fool, you could have been anything
but you’re a juggler
Trying to sustain the illusion of a respectable man
You live by your wits and an occasionally brilliant hand
Your friends in this town have been settling down
They’ve found their own answers, you’re not sure what you’ve found
you’re a juggler
And you think that the place that they live sounds like a nice place to be
But you can’t help how restless you feel, that’s the juggler’s disease
You’re juggling the things that you fear for as long as you can
Like you’re trying to capture your life in the palm of your hand

There’s a tale to be told, there’s a song to be sung
You thought you were finished, but you’ve only begun
you’re the juggler
With your chameleon clothes and a mysterious look on your face
Casting your bread from the banks of some mystical place
Your aristocrat smile, your bohemian stance
Your cynical mouth and your heart of romance
you’re the juggler
And you’re still standing tall by the light of that October moon
You still want to dance when the band plays that rock ‘n’ roll tune
You’re juggling the things that you know with what’s left of your dream
And the man you’ve become with the person you thought you might be

Never Going Back

I headed out to L.A.
My guitar across my back
A sleeping bag I stole from Mom
And a borrowed old knapsack
You and I had reached an end
I knew that for a fact
I didn’t really know how else to act
So I’m not ever going back
Although I miss you so my friend
I’m never going back to you again

Every town I been
I like the people there a lot
But the winters are too cold there
Or the summertime’s too hot
Sometimes I’d like to go back home
But last time we just fought
I don’t know if you’d talk to me or not
So I’m not ever going back
Although I miss you so my friend
I’m never going back to you again

I made a couple dollars
In a bar the other day
Thought I’d buy a Greyhound ticket
Ride it back the other way
Lord knows I’d like to see ya,
But I don’t know what I’d say
Ain’t it funny how the words just slip away?
So I’m not ever going back
Although I miss you so my friend
I’m never going back to you again

I had a dream about you
As though our love was new
And everyone was happy
Underneath that August moon
Thought about you laughing
Even wrote some songs for you
Thought about how dreams can come untrue
And I’m not ever going back
Although I miss you so my friend
I’m never going back to you again

I’ll be moving on tomorrow
I’ll be wandering round the bend
No one here will notice
When I vanish in the wind
You might not recognize me
I’ve changed so much since then
But I’m guessing you’d still know the man I am
But I’m not ever going back
Although I miss you so my friend
I’m never going back to you again
No, I’m never going back
Although I miss you so my friend
I’m never going back
Never going back
I’m never going back to you again

The Lottery

I’m gonna fix myself a cup of coffee
Before I go off to work
I’m gonna smoke a cigarette and relax
Until I’m ready to leave
And if I’m late and the boss is a jerk
I’ll tell the boss to shove off
That’s what you can do when you win the lottery

When you win the lottery
That’s when you finally get to be free
That’s what happens
When you win the lottery

I’m gonna take my wife to places
She’s always wanted to go
We’ll leave the lights on all over the house
Whenever we please
I’m gonna take my car to the shop when it’s broke
We’ll see a doctor when we get sick!
That’s what you can do when you win the lottery

When you win the lottery
That’s when you finally get to be free
That’s what happens
When you win the lottery

Everything's gonna change
I'm gonna smile when I pay my bills
It won't have to be a weekend
For us to go out and have a good time

When you win the lottery
That’s when you finally get to be free
That’s what happens
When you win the lottery
That’s what happens
When you win the lottery
Yeah, that’s what I’ll do
When I win the lottery
(You gotta play to win)

Missing You

It’s October and the sky is cold again
Everybody says they’re leaving
In the darkness of this world
Men go out into the morning light
Looking hard for something worth believing
This town is changing in so many places
Last year’s dreams are gone, like snow
Old ideas have been scrapped
And my friends have different faces
I don’t know what you’d recognize as home

Me and Doug, down at the fishing hole
Got drunk, told stories about you
He told me his beliefs while I was playing my guitar
And I guess it was the spirit of your tune
That made us both close our eyes
And slip away into the past
That made us both swear
That you were singing too
And I was lost, but somehow I’ve been found again
Everything moves on in time it’s true
But that don’t mean that I’m not missing you
That don’t mean that I’m not missing you

A Woman Like You

With your dark brown eyes
Deeper than the ocean
I’m so mesmerized
By the first hint of emotion
I know all my life
I’ve been looking for a woman like you

You like Van Gogh
You’re rediscovering Fitzgerald
And you love to dance
But you don’t care for thrash or metal
Baby all my life
I’ve been looking for a woman like you

A woman like you
Who quotes Aristotle
A woman like you
Who lives life at full throttle
A woman like you
Who’s looking for a guy like me

You know I play guitar
You should come and hear my band
I write these real sad songs
That I think you’d understand
A woman like you
I’ve been looking for a woman like you

A woman like you
With a face like a model
A woman like you
Who lives life at full throttle
A woman like you
Who’s looking for a guy like me

I’d like to take you home
That is if you’re willin’
We could get real stoned
And listen to Bob Dylan
A woman like you
I’ve been looking for
A woman like you

We could lie out in the backyard
And stare up at the stars above
We could put Van Morrison on
When we're making love

I’d like to take you home
That is if you’re willin’
We could get real stoned
And listen to Bob Dylan
A woman like you
I’ve been looking for
A woman like you
I’ve been looking for
A woman like you
Who’s looking for a guy like me
A guy like me
And a woman like you

Slap in the Face

I had a friend named Mack
We were both 19
He was a surrealist painter
With a singular dream
He played piano
And he had a band
They went on tour
In a beat-up van
He said I’d left the dock
And stepped into the boat
But I was afraid
To let go of the rope
His ship was sailing
The open sea
It was a slap in the face
But it set me free

Ran into my pal Ernie
At a party at Ted’s
He was a little bit older
Had a wife and a kid
He’d written a novel
And a couple good songs
He was telling us jokes
‘Bout a world gone wrong
He said he’d discovered
The secret of life
It’s as simple as this, he said:
“Writers write”
I knew at once
He was talking to me
It was a slap in the face
But it set me free

All my life
Somebody saved me
Kept me from drifting 
Or rolling downhill
I’m grateful for the gifts they gave me
Rescued me from standing still

There was a teacher who showed me
Why my writing was crap
A coach who convinced me
To get off my own back
A musician who said:
Work with honorable men
My sarcastic companions
When I needed a friend
These were my gurus
And these were my guides
I was lost in the dark
They showed me a light
When I was blind
They helped me see
It was a slap in the face
But it set me free
It was a slap in the face
But it set me free

Just Doesn’t Work Anymore

So I bought a 500 dollar car
Didn’t cost a lot
Didn’t go too far
At the end of the day
I was walking home in the dark

It’s broken now beyond repair
It’s a crying shame
But life ain’t fair
After awhile
I learned not to care

Cause it just doesn’t work anymore
It just doesn’t work anymore
It’s gone for good
It’s part of the past
Like everything else
It wasn’t made to last
They don't build nothing
Like they did before
And it just doesn’t work anymore

Then I bought a house
On the edge of town
Looked like the funkiest place around
And the roof wasn’t bad,
Only leaked when the rain came down

I bought it cheap
But I paid too much
Started falling apart
At my first touch
It’s a piece of junk
It’s worthless stuff

Cause it just doesn’t work anymore
It just doesn’t work anymore
It’s gone for good
It’s part of the past
Like everything else
It wasn’t made to last
They don't build nothing
Like they did before
And it just doesn’t work anymore

I could throw good money after bad
'Cept that'd be something I never had
Like you and me babe
It's all just so damn sad

Should I cry and moan?
Should I beg and plead?
Should I say a prayer
From my bended knees?
Should I waste my breath
Singing baby please please please?

That won’t fix it up
Might make it worse
At the end of the day
I’d feel like dirt
I gotta let go
And that’s what really hurts

Cause it just doesn’t work anymore
It just doesn’t work anymore
It’s gone for good
It’s part of the past
Like everything else
It wasn’t made to last
They don't build nothing
Like they did before
And it just doesn’t work 
It just doesn’t work 
No it just doesn’t work anymore

Sally Brown

I almost settled down with Sally Brown
First girl that I loved, from my hometown
Almost quit my wand’ring, almost put my guitar down
I’m glad now that she dumped me for that clown
So I never settled down with Sally Brown

I used to make the scene with Cindy Green
She was a model from a fashion magazine
She married Dan and Larry, I fell somewhere in between
I’m sure she’s some place living like a queen
Way above my means, that Cindy Green

I never was a ladies’ man
And I’m glad they got away
If I had not escaped their charms
I would not be here today
If I had given up my dreams
Changed my rambling ways
I would not have been the man
They wanted anyway
So I never settled down with Sally Brown

I almost spent my life with Annie White
But the moon and stars were not exactly right
I didn’t measure up when I stood too close to the light
In some ways we were way too much alike
So I never spent my life with Annie White

I never was a ladies’ man
And I’m glad they got away
If I had not escaped their charms
I would not be here today
If I had given up my dreams
Changed my rambling ways
I would not have been the man
They wanted anyway
So I never settled down with Sally Brown
Or Cindy Green
Or Annie White
Not even Sally Brown
Remember Sally Brown?
From our hometown
I never settled down
I never settled down

Back In The Storm

You think you got one hole fixed;
Another leak opens up
One wound heals;
There’s another fresh cut
You forget about getting ahead
You just try to stay warm
Ready or not
You’re back out in the storm

Maybe bad weather will pass
In a couple of days
The sun will rise again
That’s what some people say
You’ve been patching up holes
Since the day you were born
Roof blows away
You’re back out in the storm

Bank owns your house and your car
You pay and you pay 
Man says you got thirty days
Before they’ll take ‘em away

There’s a blue sky somewhere
But you’re stuck in the rain
Weatherman on TV
Calls for more of the same
You’ve been trying to fix everything
But you’re tired and you’re sore
One false move
You’re back out in the storm

Bank owns your house and your car
You pay and you pay 
Man says you got thirty days
Before they’ll take ‘em away

Until the Fire is Gone

Come sit beside me by the fire
Put your hand in mine
Let me tell you one more tale
Over another glass of wine
I’ll tell you how we changed the world
Though sometimes it’s hard to see
Most of the time we settled for
Smaller victories
At least it seems that way to me

Come sit beside me by the fire
We'll talk until the dawn
Come sit beside me by the fire
Until the fire is gone

I miss the friends I used to have
Back when I was just a kid
We once swore we’d never part
Eventually we did
We all went down that same dark road
Some got lost along the way
Some gave up or went back home
Some are still out there today
I hope I see them all someday

Come sit beside me by the fire
We'll talk until the dawn
Come sit beside me by the fire
Until the fire is gone

This getting older ain’t so bad
Except for how my body feels
And young women treat me like their dad
But otherwise it’s no big deal
I’m smarter than I used to be
My temper mostly stays in check
And you and I still shoot for the moon
Every chance we get
Maybe the best is not here yet

Come sit beside me by the fire
We'll talk until the dawn
Come sit beside me by the fire
Until the fire is gone

Start Again

I know you’re feeling down and broken
This time you’re sure that you won’t mend
You wish that once more you could hold her
It’s time to learn to start again

It’s not the same as starting over
It’s not the same as giving in
You won’t regret those things you told her
If you’ll learn to start again

Every end is a beginning
Each beginning has an end
Don’t look back over your shoulder
It’s time you learn to start again

Think about your other lovers
Gone like music in the wind
Love and hate can both grow colder
Then you learn to start again

Every end is a beginning
Each beginning has an end

Don’t look back over your shoulder
Once you learn to start again
Don’t look back over your shoulder
Till you learn to start again

Jim Patton & Sherry Brokus

"music for those of us who never joined up"

Lyrics to “Harbortowne”

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