VERTIGO

Can I Stay?
written by Marlee MacLeod c1997 Texas Truck Music, BMI

Here is what I brought back, nothing much but I meant well-
An intimate knowledge of the interstate system
And geography in general-
Some of the things I left with and a few more incidentals-
Came back insolvent, but the money was spent well. Can I stay?
Here are all my notebooks with the first few pages filled.
Here are all my toys and all of my outstanding bills.
Someone in these pictures looks an awful lot like me.
Such uncanny likeness; nonetheless, a forgery. Can I stay?
I can tell you stories but they are not rated G.
You may find them interesting; it’s all the same to me.
Vivid though they are, will your attention wander still?
You need entertainment
And I have all this time to kill.
Can I stay?

 

When We Arrive
written by Marlee MacLeod c1997 Texas Truck Music, BMI

When we arrive, will it be better?
Can we set the sun on all the blame?
Will we be different when we get there?
I, for one, refuse to stay the same.
You look like Atlas with your atlas
But at least you look alive.
I hope they greet us like the heroes that we are
When we arrive.
We left nothing behind; we had nothing to leave.
All this puts me in mind Of Moses and the Red Sea.
I hope that I'm the one you wanted.
I hope you haven't changed your mind.
Now turn your head while I fix my lipstick;
I want to look pretty when we arrive.
We took nothing along; we had nothing to take.
Could you turn off that song?
The radio keeps me awake.
No, I'm not sorry; I'm just tired.

 

Not With You
written by Marlee MacLeod c1997 Texas Truck Music, BMI

Water is for walking, except when it's for wine.
You've done the talking and I have done the time.
And every night you go and you lay your hand on the radio
And you say, "I feel it, I feel it, I do."
I feel it, too
But not with you.
Lovers are for kissing except when they're for show.
There's something missing, in case you didn't know.
You stare into the sun until your reverie is done
Taking in your penthouse view.
I see it, too
But not with you.
Take off your Svengali suit; it doesn't suit you.
You'll pardon me if I don't salute.
And just between the two of us,
You're not very sexy when you're obvious.
Should we dress it up again?
Shall we try to make it new?
Maybe put another face on it,
Or do you need the truth?
I need it, too
I see it, too
I feel it, too
But not with you.

Days of Our Lives
written by Marlee MacLeod c1997 Texas Truck Music, BMI

I've left so many lights on for you, I've run clean out of bulbs.
I've always loved my drama,
But this story line is getting rather dull.
Days of our Lives, chapter and verse
Never have I seen it worse.
I've carried this torch for you so long my arms have given out.
I hear you fine; you don't need to shout.
Days of our Lives, tragic, alas
TV Guide coming to pass
Amnesia was a novelty, some once upon a time.
Mistaken identity, no longer so benign.
Once you were solid, but these days you fray around the edge.
No need to repeat it; you heard what I said.
I left the key where you could find it,
But you never made it to the door.
In the nervous early light you're back for more.
Days of our Lives, world without end
Exemplified, Amen.

Postcard
written by Marlee MacLeod c1997 Texas Truck Music, BMI

I woke up with survivor's guilt, crying over milk I'd spilt.
Are these the hands the time slipped through?
My pen's under the bed somewhere,
Lost in space, but I don't care;
It never writes to anyone but you.
I've got a song you haven't heard
Set it down here word for word
But I can't throw my voice that far
And I don't know where to send a postcard.
The last of the lights burned out last night
But the TV eye keeps glowing like
The iridescent birdie on my Visa card.
Information, she thinks I'm crazy.
I've been asking could she maybe
Hook me up with wherever you are.
I've got a song you haven't heard
Set it down here word for word
But I can't throw my voice that far
And I dont' know where to send a postcard.
Welcome to my accidental sentimental journey.
Channel 12 says all is well, but I think something's burning.
You took off some time ago, but I remain,
If you care to know,
As lonesome here as AM radio.
I've got a song you haven't heard
Set it down here word for word
But I can't throw my voice that far
And I don't know where to send a postcard.