WALKING HIGHWAY 61

Tears cross the road sign
Looking hard for a change in weather
No time for a cigarette
And a chance to sit with your photograph

Well…
I don’t want to be in the midday sun
Walking Highway 61
I don’t want to be in the midday sun
Walking Highway 61
Come on. Come on

Hard days of reckoning
And I’m making love to your pagan god
Time is a cigarette
And I’m holding things that I want to carry back

Well…
I don’t want to be in the midday sun
Walking Highway 61
I don’t want to be in the midday sun
Walking Highway 61
Come on. Come on

It was only recently
That I said I loved you
It was only eternally
That I knew I loved you
There’s no heart but a heart that really matters
Gets me so much trouble
Makes my fist get tighter
If you can’t see
If you can’t feel
The road is wide open
Road’s wide open

Well…
I don’t want to be in the midday sun
Walking Highway 61
I don’t want to be in the midday sun
Walking Highway 61
Come on. Come on

© 1983 Chris LeRoy New West Crash Music

COME TO ME

I was just a young thing
Had no understanding
Used to lose my head and heart but…
Got up on the wrong day
Right up in the wrong way
Lose my way from the very start but…
I’ve grown up enough to tear that picture apart

Come To Me
Whatever you have heard
I’ve never used that word before, oh I
Come To Me
Whatever kind of lie
I never used to try before, oh I
Come to Me

Come into the right line
Move in the direction
Maybe you can be that someone but..
I could never hold you
Fast to your affections
Maybe I could hold you one day but…
I’ve grown up enough to feel the sun, but why?

Come To Me
Don’t ever breathe a word
I’ve never been what you have heard, oh I…
Come To Me
Before you think I lie
I’ll never make you cry, oh no I…
Come to Me ………………SOLO

Come into the right line
Move in the direction
Maybe you can be that someone but..
I could never hold you
Fast to your affections
Maybe I could hold you one day but…
I’ve grown up enough to feel the sun, but why?

Come To Me
Before I breathe a word
Before I get what you deserve, oh I…
Come To Me
Before you think I lie
Know know I ain’t that kind of guy, oh oh I..
Come to Me

© Chris LeRoy
2004 New West Crash Music/ASCAP

YEARS

Lost my spirit and the friends who came to see me
Lost a good song when the spirit left me here
And I can’t imagine what went right
The voice that was calling me near
“You’ve been lost for years and years.”

Take no questions, talk to no one when the night falls
Shut your eyes out, and you pray, day appears
And I can’t imagine what went right
And who made the night disappear
“You’ve been lost for years and years.”

In the midnight hour a spirit came softly
Crossed our music for a while
And we would smile

I’ve been waiting for a long time just to tell you
I’m a new song
May this new song
Ring so clear, clear, clear
And I dare not wonder what goes right
The spirit can bring us here
I’ve been lost for years and years
You’ve been lost for years and years
We’ve been lost for years and years
We’ve been lost
We’ve been lost
We’ve been lost

© 1991 Chris LeRoy
Published by New West Crash Music/ASCAP

I WOULDN’T FOLLOW

Well you can travel through the hills
You can travel to the valleys below
Well you can travel through the hills
You can travel to the valleys below
But you can’t go anywhere
I-I-I wouldn’t follow

You could go it all alone
You could go to anyplace you want to go
You could travel any road
You could go to anyplace you want to go
But you can’t go anywhere
I-I-I wouldn’t follow

Well you can turn and walk away
You can turn on everything you know
Well you can turn and walk away
You can turn on everything you know
But you can’t go anywhere
I-I-I wouldn’t follow
No you can’t go anywhere
That I-I-I….

© 1981 Chris LeRoy and Tony Fate
Published by New West Crash Music
and Vital Gesture Records

GRENADE

Let me be clear about this said the man who was made
Let me be clear about this said the man who was made
What I hold in my hand
This is not a grenade

When he stepped to the podium
50 men in the shade
When he stepped to the podium
50 men in the shade
50 men are forbidden
To set eyes on the grenade

Well it fire or its brimstone til the preachers been paid
Well it fire or its brimstone til the preachers been paid
Keep this man from the precipice
He might have a grenade

Seven doctors walked quiet
And they left the parade
Seven doctors walked quiet
And they left the parade
It’s the best you can do when you see a grenade

When the general left town
Only staff people stayed
When the general left town
Only staff people stayed
They have to love and nurture
And learn to live with a grenade

Well my TV set’s wide-eyed
And the stars are turning gray
Well my TV set’s wild-eyed
And the stars are turning gray
When I look out my window
See the nighttime turn to day

Learn to live with a grenade….

© 2004 Chris LeRoy
Published by New West Crash Music/ASCAP

CHANGE

Let me tell a story about how I feel
Why you can't love me is no big deal
Sitting home alone is only wasting time
Waiting on you is surely wasting mine
But I can see a change
And I can feel a change
Coming over me

I just held the ladder out a little too long
Wishing I could hold you back but you're too strong
Sitting here static's only wasting time
Sitting here crying's only wasting mine
But I can see a change
And I can feel a change
Coming over me

Can't you hear me talking is it way too loud?
If we knew any better we would lose this crowd
Maybe you were right when you said, "Time destroys,
But we might find each other in the joyful noise."
But I can see a change
And I can feel a change
Coming over me

Chris LeRoy
© 2004 Published by New West Crash Music

I DON'T EVEN KNOW MYSELF

Everything has its place in the world
'less it all blows to hell
How am I to know
Which way the wind will blow
If I don't even know myself?

See that train going straight down the line
Hear the whistle blow fair thee well
How am I to know
Which way the wind will blow
If I don't even know myself?

Well I've been through the mountains
And I been through the hills
I just want to sit down for a spell

Blackbird is calling
He's so far from home
He don't have no time to tell
How am I to know
Which way the wind will blow
If I don't even know myself?

© Chris LeRoy
August 19, 2001
Published by New West Crash Music/ASCAP