 Running Out of Time Clip - play WMV Here's a clip taken from our appearance at the Spring Poppy Festival in Georgetown, Texas, April 26, 2008 (Don't forget to pause the player at the bottom of the page first) 
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Click on any title to read lyrics. Originals: A Better Place and Time Everyday Blues Drive-in Picture Show I'll Miss You Running Out of Time Colored Water Echoes Take Me Home Eventually I'll Be Comin' Around Homeless Lament River's Edge Covers: Rivertown Deja Vu All Over Again Worry Too Much A Better Place and Time (Tim Mueting) Back to Top
Starin’ out at this gravel road Afraid what I might find Searchin’ for a granite stone I hoped will ease my mind Headin’ south out of Yankton Snow streamin’ cross the road I know it’s out there somewhere I can feel it in my bones As the miles start to take their toll And a picture comes to mind A giant man with a gentle smile In a better place and time But his smile soon began to fade He found himself alone A misery found a place to stay He could feel it in his bones His road was paved with sorrow And his mind grew ever dim He took to drinkin’ whiskey And it got the best of him He drank to try to ease the pain For strength to carry on His one true love was lost He could feel it in his bones The old man was a carpenter He molded wood with his hands The lines etched in his face Like footprints in the sand The time had come to pay his dues To make his journey home The last time that we spoke I could feel it in my bones I find myself in this prairie town And I drive up through the snow I’m standin’ near that granite stone He’s lyin’ peaceful there below I can hear him speakin’ softly He said the demons are now gone He said I’ve found my peace I can feel it in my bones I’m starin’ out at this gravel road Still afraid what I might find Searchin’ for that granite stone That I hope will ease my mind The miles start to take their toll And a picture comes to mind A giant man with a gentle smile In a better place and time Everyday Blues (Tim Mueting) Back to Top I’ve got these everyday blues I get the blues everyday Now I’m not complaining Just seems to be the way I know, I know, let it go Put a smile back on my face Just the other night my son came home Said dad here look at this It was a note from his principal Said he’d been dismissed The little guy was showin’ off All his friends were in the room Then right there, he dropped his pants And he shot’em all the moon Everyday, I get these blues everyday I’m not complaining Just seems to be that way I know, I know, let it go Put a smile back on my face There’s a vet on the corner He’s got a sign in his hands Says he’ll work for food Anything will do, god bless I just sit, stare straight ahead Pretend that he’s not there All the money that he gets He’ll probably spend it all on beer Everyday, I get these blues everyday I’m not complaining Just seems to be that way I know, I know, let it go Put a smile back on my face There was this young boy over in Rockdale They said he was confused He was walkin' around with makeup on He was taking the abuse One night some guys were gonna chase him down Gonna put him in his place They found him hangin’ in a barn It was all that he could take Everyday, I get these blues everyday I’m not complaining Just seems to be that way I know, I know, let it go Put a smile back on my face Well there’s war and crime and violence You can watch it on TV There's politicians and spin-doctors To explain it all to me There are those who have and those who don’t And those we can not see Lord help us all to see the light And set our troubles free Drive-In Picture Show (Tim Mueting) Back to Top It’s a Saturday night on the outskirts of town The cars line up, they come from miles around The neon lights they flash and they glow Pointing the way to the nights big show And here comes Jimmy with his dad’s Cadillac He’s got Julie beside him, they’ll park in the back And the Thompson’s are here with the twins in tow They’ll catch fire flies in a jar and watch them glow And dad’s got a six pack iced up in the trunk Mom brought the popcorn just to save a few bucks Cuz money’s been tight ya’ know since the plant had to close But tonight they’ll have a time at the drive-in picture show And here comes Jimmy in his dad’s Cadillac He’s got Linda beside him, they’ll park in the back And the gang’s all here from the college down the road It’s Saturday night at the drive-in picture show Well here comes Frank with his new wife Jolene He works at the station, pumping gasoline He’ll wash your windows, check the air in your tires Buy a round at the tavern every once in a while And Jolene cuts hair at the solon in town She dreams of a family, lots of kids all around But that’ll have to wait, there’s a recession you know But tonight they can dream at the drive-in picture show And here comes Jimmy in his dad’s Cadillac He’s got Brenda beside him, they’ll park in the back And the gang’s all here from the college down the road It’s Saturday night at the drive-in picture show Everybody get ready the sun’s goin’ down Get back in the car turn up the sound Grab that blanket from the back, there’s a chill in the air Snuggle up close and dream if you dare Cuz’ in a few years this place will be gone Boarded up windows and weeds overgrown We’ll have movies eight, sixteen and twenty four Cell phones and itunes, progress for sure I'll Miss You Tim Mueting Back to Top I got your letter in the mail today I put it on the table but it wouldn't go away I finally read what it had to say And, I'll miss you You said you're feeling much better now You're in a new place and you've got a new job You won't be coming back here anyhow I'm gonna miss you Too long gone Too long, same old song Too long, being wrong Too good, too blue Too bad I'm losing you Two songs that both come true In the end Why does it always have to be so hard? I'm fallin’ down like a house of cards Tomorrow'll be another new start And, I'll miss you But don't you worry baby, I'll make do I’ll find a way to get through Another day without being with you But, I'll miss you Too long gone Too long, same old song Too long, being wrong Too good, too blue Too bad I'm losing you Two songs that both come true In the end I got your letter in the mail today I put it on the table it wouldn't go away I finally read what it had to say And I'm missin’ you And I'm missin’ you And I'm missin’ you Running Out of Time Tim Mueting © 2005 I’m running out of time Time is all I’ve got left to spend I’m running out of time It’s all that I have left I’m wearing holes in the soles of my worn out shoes My pockets are empty, my bills are due I’m running,running out of time In the middle of the night When the demons come ‘round to play In the middle of the night When I can’t run away I got a load a trouble weighing down my mind Sometimes it hurts so bad I think I’m going blind I’m running, running out of time I’m running out of time Time is all I’ve got left to spend I’m running out of time It’s all that I’ve got left I’m wearing holes in the soles of my worn out shoes My pockets are empty and my bags are few I’m running, running out of time Try to find a little courage Got to face another day Find a little courage Stop running away When I look into the mirror, see those deep dark eyes Watch the pages of my life go flying by I’m running, running out of time I can’t wait too long Can’t let the spirit pass me by Can’t wait too long Don’t do no good to cry Soon the rain is gonna stop and the sun will shine In the morning there’s no telling what I might find I’m running, running out of time I’m running out of time Time is all I’ve got left to spend I’m running out of time It’s all that I’ve got left I’m wearing holes in the soles of my worn out shoes My pockets are empty and my bags are few I’m running, I'm running out of time I'm running, I'm running out of time Worry Too Much (Mark Heard) Back to Top it's the demolition derby it's the sport of the hunt proud tribe in full war-dance it's the slow smile that the bully gives the runt it's the force of inertia it's the lack of constraint it's the children out playing in the rock garden all dolled-up in black hats and war paint sometimes it feels like bars of steel i cannot bend with my hands oh - i worry too much somebody told me that i worry too much it's these sandpaper eyes it's the way they rub the luster from what is seen it's the way we tell ourselves that all these things are normal till we can't remember what we mean it's the flicker of our flames it's the friction born of living it's the way we beat a hot retreat and heave our smoking guns into the river sometimes it feels like bars of steel i cannot bend with my hands oh - i worry too much somebody told me that i worry too much it's the quick-step march of history the vanity of nations it's the way there'll be no muffled drums to mark the passage of my generation it's the children of my children it's the lambs born in innocence it's wondering if the good i know will last to be seen by the eyes of the little ones Colored Water Back to Top Michael Hare © 2007  I remember the sun how it seemed so bright. And that warm southern breeze would touch me. Until I couldn’t help but smile. And we’d run across fields of green. Not a care in the world, never thinking it would end. And life stretched out forever before us. On Saturday’s we’d go downtown. To catch a movie or maybe a float. At the Palace we’d sit on stools and spin around. That’s where I first saw it. In the back, tucked in a corner. The old fountain, with the worn sign marked, “Colored.” I thought that had to be the coolest thing. And I wondered what color the water would be. Would it be red, green, or blue? So, when the old man leaned over. For a sip of that cool “colored water.” To my disappointment, it was clear like the others. So, I figured it had to be broken. A fact I pointed out to my mother. She just smiled and said, “Son, you’re probably right.” That’s when I began to notice. The others in the stores across town. I guess all the “colored ” fountains were broken. As the years drifted slowly by. I learned mostly the hard way. That things weren’t always as they seemed to be. And the sins of my fathers before me. Still color those warm southern breezes. And things still aren’t as they seem to be. I thought that had to be the coolest thing. And I wondered what color the water would be. Would it be red, green, or blue? Echoes Back to Top Michael Hare © 2007 So you see by the dawns early light. There’s nothing here but the dust. Of dreams that never took flight. From days without end. And nights without light. Distances untravelled. Emptiness fulfilled. I’d like to help you, my friend. But, I’m struggling’ here against the wind. Blowin’ so hard I can’t see. That I stumble through the wasteland. Crawlin’ on my knees. Looking for a friend. Somebody help me please. It was all so easy then, that I didn’t have to try It all happened way too fast. And now, those days are gone, driven into the past. They’re just echoes in my mind. So you think you can wish away the doubt. From years of living behind your walls. Running from all that life can be. Never seeing past the mirror. Watching from a distance. Hiding from the now. Feelings denied. I’d like to help you my friend. But your walls are too high for me to climb. Knowing that I could never be. The thing that I’ve become. The feelings I can’t set free. A prisoner of my fear. Singing to myself. It was all so easy then, that I didn’t have to try It all happened way too fast. And now, those days are gone, driven into the past. They’re just echoes in my mind. Take Me Home, Eventually Back To Top Michael Hare © 2007 It was late in the springtime. I came upon him on the side of the road. His hair was long and a tangled mess. And he looked like a blast from the past. I asked "have you been here long?" He just smiled in a peculiar sort of way. “Where are you going my friend?” I asked. “And do you think you can get there from here?” Oh Lord, as the time goes by. There’ll be nothing left to see. Got this feelin’ and I don’t know why. Take me home, eventually. He settled in and we were on our way. And we talked of days gone by. I fought the campus wars in my youth. And I spat out the lessons they taught. And as we babbled in the towers of learning. Our passion it withered on the vine. All for naught we set out to vanguish. Our enemy so grounded in lies. Oh Lord, as the time goes by. There’ll be nothing left to see. Got this feelin’ and I don’t know why. Take me home, eventually. He told me there was much to be done. Before his time would run out. Life and time will flail at the will. Your youth is your only defense. I felt we had connected somehow. Generations crossing in space. As he got out, he smiled and he said. “You can never go home again.” Oh Lord, as the time goes by. There’ll be nothing left to see. Got this feelin’ and I don’t know why. Take me home, eventually. I’ll Be Comin’ Around Back to Top Michael Hare © 2007 Take me down to runnin’ waters. Take me down where the cool winds blow. I’ve been runnin’ now for way too long. A heavy load is draggin’ me down. I heard you were in town and lookin’ for trouble. I heard you were runnin’ with a pretty rough crowd. You’ve got eyes I can’t handle. Bye and bye, I’ll be comin’ around. Wash my sins away in sparkling water. Wrap my soul in your lovin’ arms. I haven’t felt your need for way too long. I haven’t seen the shining in your eyes. You flew into town and I felt the earth shake. You walked into this bar and I could feel it in the air. You blew me away with that smile of yours. Bye and bye, I’ll be comin’ around. Let the wind take my soul away. Let me drift on summer breezes. I’ve seen the wisdom in your smiles. I’ve felt the stirrings of your touch. There’s something about the way you look at me. There’s something in you that sets me free. You’ve shot your love right through me. Bye and bye, I’ll be comin’ around. Bye and bye, I’ll be comin’ around. Bye and bye, I’ll be comin’ around. Homeless Lament Back to Top Michael Hare © 2007 The smoke curls to the sky from the cabins on the hillside. As the moon glistens off the snow in the Valley down below. The silence permeates my soul, and I shudder from the cold. I turn my collar to the wind that chills me to the bone. All the long years that I struggled come rushin’ back to me. As I stand here shiverin’ in the loneliness of the night. And as I try to make sense of the hand that I’ve been delt. But, the answers lie buried in the distance of the past. I feel my life fly by like a thousand railroad trains. Racing down the tracks, hellbent out of control. And I find myself wishing for a way to stop the train. I find myself looking for another way. I think about a time, a thousand nights gone by. Of spring and hope, and distant memories. But, the cold crashes in and the emptiness returns. I feel as empty as the bottle lying at my feet. I feel my life fly by like a thousand railroad trains. Racing down the tracks, hellbent out of control. And I find myself wishing for a way to stop the train. I find myself looking for another way. I sit and stare at the embers dying in the fire. It feels as if I’m watching my life flicker and wane. The weariness surrounds me and I wonder how it was. That my life’s road has come down to this. I feel my life fly by like a thousand railroad trains. Racing down the tracks, hellbent out of control. And I find myself wishing for a way to stop the train. I find myself looking for another way. River's Edge Back to Top Michael Hare © 2007 Well, I was not there when you were mine. And the things that happened, well, I nearly lost my mind. I was sittin’ on nothin’, much like I had before. I could not feel your feeling, even though you wanted more. Well I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ about you, Though you were never there for me. And here I am, down by the river tonight. Well, I couldn’t be better without you And I know I’ll never be the same. Sittin’ alone, down at the river’s edge. I’ve searched for meaning my whole life through. Still, it seems that no matter what I try to do. I’ve never been satisfied with the things that I’ve found. I’ve never been able to find that common ground. Well, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ about Me, And I’ve always been here for me. Here I am, down by the river tonight. Well, I couldn’t be better without you. And I know I’ll never be the same. Sittin’ here, down at the river’s edge. Well, it was hard times all around, and it got me down. And it was, drainin’ my life, and I didn’t know why. But, it seemed so clear, for the doubt to disappear. Well the emptiness inside me I couldn’t take. The feelin’ of pain, I held for my own sake. I was searchin’ for answers, though I didn’t know where to look. Until I found them, when I opened the Great Book. And there it was starin’ at me. And I know I’ll never be the same. And here I am, down by the river tonight. Well, I couldn’t have been better without Him. And I know I’ll never be the same. Sittin’ here, down at the river’s edge. Sittin’ here, down at the river’s edge. |
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