Song: Somethin' More

by Andi & I on the album Days Like This:

you can keep your parking tickets
hey, keep your letters and your law
well, wipe your tight little bureaucracy
and flush your paperwork and all, flush it all

hold on to your diamonds
and your hard earned cash
you can still fill the tip jar if you like, but hey,
don’t dig up your buried stash
‘cause there’s something more . . .

hang onto your fabulous prizes, Ed
keep your home out in the ‘burbs
i might even give up this guitar
for the mystery that i’m finding in these words

somewhere deep inside this cynic’s heart
miracles and wonders abound
and all desires and irritations lose focus
they fade into the background – they fade
‘cause i know there’s something more . . .

there’s nothing like it in the finest stores
or behind any of Monty Hall’s doors
for winners, losers, beggars, choosers,
lovers, sinners and whores
i know, i know there’s something more . . .

i’ve been looking down dark alleys
i’ve been hanging out in bars
i’ve been uptown and downtown and all around,
all around, following the sound of
slow beating, crap eating, poor treated tired hearts
and I’ve moved with the masses on Michigan
marking miles in melancholy stares straight ahead or
sternly at the sidewalk concrete
careful can’t cause contact ‘cause there’s too many too many
too many damn people, people
wanting, begging, needing, dying for something, for something
and there’s nothing to give
as we feel the weight of our monuments of consumption,
our Towers of Babel
boxes built on the bones of the bodies we’ve buried
trying to reach the top,
to leave this planet, but there’s nowhere, there’s nowhere,
nowhere, no there’s nothing there
but the hearts we’ve emptied trying to make room
for the garbage we’ve picked up along the way

but somewhere deep inside this cynic’s heart
miracles and wonders abound and
how can I be expected to sit by quietly and
watch them drown, watch them
when I know there’s something more . . .

there’s something more