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Within These Walls
(Richard Barone & George Usher)

I’m beginning at the end
there’s a story I must tell and not pretend
I’ve seen a writing on the wall I must defend
and who stands tall beside me may not be my friend—

I’ve seen it all or enough to know,
how the mornings come and go...

When the wind and rain collide
there’s a story I find hard to keep inside
I’ve seen the oceans parting in the name of pride
while some were marching others ran away to hide—

I’ve seen it all or enough to know,
how the evenings come and go

Within these walls
within these walls.

The ringing of the bells
there’s a story everything in nature tells
I’ve watched as lovers make a hundred long farewells
breaking hearts and leaving unrequited spells
and still I find that I’m beginning at the end
there’s a story I must tell and not pretend—

I’ve seen it all or enough to know,
how the seasons come and go

Within these walls
within these walls—
we can be anything at all,
we can be anything...
within these walls.

©1992, 1993 Miniature Music (ASCAP)/Peer International Corp. (BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.


Paper Airplane
(Richard Barone & Mark Johnson)

he crawled along like he was lonely
he came the longest way home
he thought he’d make it by being lucky...
he thought he’d take his time,
he thought he’d take his time.

the rush begins with each day ending
twilight lights a starlet’s gown
another orpheus descending...

and in the eyes of God
where angels speak our names,
there is no right or wrong—

it all must be the same:
the weeping streets of flame,
the little yellow paper airplane.

I know I’ve felt this way before
I know I’ve felt this way before

he crawled along like he was lonely
he came the only way he knew
he thought he’d make it by being lucky...

and in the eyes of God
where angels call our names,
there is no right or wrong—

it all must be the same:
the wild sweeping rain,
the little yellow paper airplane

it all must be the same:
the weeping streets aflame,
the little yellow paper airplane.

©1992, 1993 Miniature Music (ASCAP)/Cold Weather Music (BMI).
All rights reserved. Used by permission.


Forbidden
(Richard Barone & George Usher)

Forbidden eyes
know who you are
long before you ever say your name

They see you come
they see you go
and watch you dance a circle ‘round the flame—

Forbidden, Forbidden
The sign says you can’t pass through these doors

Forbidden, Forbidden
this world you live in isn’t yours.

Forbidden words
know what you want
long before they’re whispered in the night

They hold your hand
they hold your heart
and watch you dance alone by candlelight—

Forbidden, Forbidden
The sign says you can’t pass through these doors

Forbidden, Forbidden
This world you live in isn’t yours.

Forbidden eyes
they see you go
and watch you dance a circle ‘round the flame

Forbidden eyes
know who you are
long before you ever say your name—

Forbidden eyes
Forbidden words
Forbidden thoughts.

©1992, 1993 Miniature Music (ASCAP)/Peer International Corp. (BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.


Nobody Knows Me
(Richard Barone & Mark Johnson)

Lonely sidewalks that lead nowhere
Lonely footsteps up the stairs
Lonely eyes that look right through
the lonely lights of the avenue

Nobody knows me—
knows the way I feel
Nobody sees that I’m
even here.

My watch is clicking keeping time
empty verses that never rhyme
Lonely eyes behind a screen
A stranger’s face I’ve never seen

Nobody knows me—
knows the way I feel
Nobody seems I’m
even here.

You walk past my window—
what do you see?
It’s all a reflection
when you’re looking at me.

And if my life’s an open book,
I’ve lost myself among the pages
And out the window at five a.m.
I watch the snow in all its stages
and if I’ve lingered for too long
in a time when it’s all too clear
that nobody knows me.

Nobody knows me—
knows the way I feel
Nobody seems I’m
even here.

You walk past my window—
what do you see?
It’s all a reflection
when you’re looking at me.

Nobody knows me—
Nobody knows.

© 1992, 1993 Miniature Music (ASCAP)/Cold Weather Music (BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.


Clouds Over Eden
(Richard Barone & George Usher)

Tears and laughter
break the silence
everywhere I go
These days of wine and roses
keep rolling on
rolling on

I can’t turn away
I look and all I ever find
are pieces of a puzzle—
and no one seems to mind

Clouds over Eden
and waiting for the rain
with so much to be lost
and nothing much to gain

Clouds over Eden
and the only light that’s near
is far away from here
far away from here.

Everywhere I see
a trace of what’s been left behind
fading into darkness—
and no one seems to mind.

Clouds over Eden
and waiting for the rain
with so much to be lost
and nothing much to gain

Clouds over Eden
and the only light that’s near
is far away from here
far away from here.

©1992, 1993 Miniature Music (ASCAP)/Peer International Corp. (BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.


Waiting for the Train
(Richard Barone & Jill Sobule)

I could get out of here
I could walk across the rails,
I might be safer if I’d
land myself in jail

The town is getting hotter
I hear a violin,
Don’t think that goddam train
is ever coming in

I keep waiting, waiting for the train.

I could fly to London
see my Aunt Micky she’ll take care of me

But something tells me
you don’t need that kind of nurturing

So I keep waiting, waiting for the train,
We’re both here waiting for the train.

I could be dreaming
But I like you through the smoke,
I feel a trembling
and it’s not the Iron Horse

We ask an old drunk
when the train is coming here
Lifting his head he laughs,
“it hasn’t run in years”

But we keep waiting, waiting for the train,
We’re both here waiting for the train.

©1992, 1993 Miniature Music (ASCAP)/Warner/Elektra/Asylum Music, Inc./I’ll Show You Publishing (BMI)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.


Miss Jean
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Beautiful Human
(Barone)

When I look in your eyes
See my reflection when I look in your eyes
When I look for a sign
Know my intention when I look for a sign

I’m looking for a beautiful human

I looked around in L.A.
and I think I lost myself on the way
I had to hide behind shades
Had a dream about my sweet Everglades

I’m looking for a beautiful human.

Houston made me a man
Back in Manhattan learned to get what I can
Like a heart made of gold
Sometimes I’m feeling that the last one’s been sold

I’m looking for a beautiful human.

Spent some time on the run
like a bandit with a heart for a gun
Just a matter of time
before I’m guilty of a passionate crime

I’m looking for a beautiful human.

©1992, 1993 Miniature Music (ASCAP)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.


Standing in the Line
(Barone)

For all the ladies standing in the line
for all the people waiting for a sign
you cry, you cry.

For all the beggars reaching out a hand
for all the soldiers crawling ‘cross the sand
you cry, you cry.

For all the children staring into space
as all the politicians fall from grace
you cry, you cry.

For all the prisoners held without a crime
and all the angels dead before their time
you cry, you cry.

And oh—how I need to believe
But the devil deals with face cards up his sleeve—
And oh—if your tears were a sign,
I would put my life in your hands and stand in the line.

For all the creatures running out of luck
and all the forests burning for a buck
you cry, you cry.

For all the ones that die without a cause
and all the nations bombing to defend God’s laws
you cry, you cry.

And oh—how I pray that you’re real
But the devil pulls a string we all can feel—
And oh—if your love was for free,
I would stand alone at your door to hear you crying for me.

For all the people starving in the night
for all the sailors looking for a fight
you cry, you cry.

For the beggars reaching out a hand
and all the soldiers crawling ‘cross the sand
you cry, you cry.

For all the ladies standing in the line
and all the people waiting for a sign
you cry, you cry.

©1992, 1993 Miniature Music (ASCAP)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.


Law of the Jungle
(Barone)

I took a walk into the city
Not like the city I remember
The buildings danced a deadly tango
Aimed for my shadow with a switchblade

Now it’s the law—
Now it’s the law of the jungle.

These days the saints have left the city
They looked both ways and crossed the river
The eyes I meet are blank and dirty
The words I hear cut like a siren

Must be the law—
Must be the law of the jungle.
This is the law—
This is the law of the jungle.

This is the law—This is the law of the jungle
Tonight the saints have fled the city
This is the law—This is the law of the jungle
Standing in line we look for signs
This is the law—This is the law of the jungle
We wait for trains no longer running
This is the law—This is the law of the jungle
Clouds over Eden rolling on
This is the law—This is the law of the jungle
Lonely sidewalks leading nowhere
This is the law—This is the law of the jungle
Forbidden eyes, forbidden thoughts
This is the law—This is the law of the jungle
Another Orpheus descending
This is the law—This is the law of the jungle
Where angels die before their time
This is the law—This is the law of the jungle
I’ve seen a writing on the wall
This is the law—This is the law of the jungle
I’ve seen a writing on the wall...
This is the law—This is the law of the jungle

©1992, 1993 Miniature Music (ASCAP)
All rights reserved. Used by permission.


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