Late Night Intrigue

this heat is killing me
there’s too many people here
that look is chilling me
intentions are unclear

well dressed man in a corner booth
I think he’s been watching us
maybe we’ll slip out the back
leave him in the dust

late night intrigue
playing games with a roomful of strangers
we’re out of our league
but we’re having a ball despite all the dangers
and we’re scoping it out like a couple Lone Rangers
yeah playing our games with a roomful of strangers
tonight

we love the risk, we like the chase
nobody knows our names
slip outside of the human race
before it goes down in flames

I’m tracking you and you’re tracking me
leaving the herd behind
Your code is hacking me
Messing with my mind

late night intrigue
playing games with a roomful of strangers
we’re out of our league
but we’re having a ball despite all the dangers
and we’re scoping it out like a couple Lone Rangers
yeah playing our games with a roomful of strangers
tonight

this heat is killing me
there’s too many people here
this heat is killing me
there’s too many people here
    there’s too many people here
there’s too many people here
    there’s too many people here
there’s too many people here
tonight


Home Like No Place (Me and Stephen Foster and Boll Weevil)

Huddie sang about that old boll weevil
And how that bug was looking for a home
Every time I hear that song
Seems he got it wrong
I know that old bug just liked to roam

Even Stephen Foster’s great plantation
And old folks at home were far away
How ever many times
We all sing Stephen’s rhymes
He’s wandering creation to this day

Me and Stephen Foster and boll weevil
We’re travelers not looking for a home
Roads rambled, rivers crossed
Some wanderers ain’t lost
We’re forty years from the milk and the honeycomb

Life ain’t some great eternal baseball game
There’s more for you and me than rounding third
Every child knows the poem
There’s no place like home
Don’t you believe everything you’ve heard

Me and Stephen Foster and boll weevil
We’re travelers not looking for a home
Roads rambled, rivers crossed
Some wanderers ain’t lost
We’re forty years from the milk and the honeycomb

Best beloved’s sitting by the fire
Simm’ring supper smell fills the air
But when Foster and the bug
Look up from the rug
You’d best believe they’ll take you off somewhere

Me and Stephen Foster and boll weevil
We’re travelers not looking for a home
Roads rambled, rivers crossed
Some wanderers ain’t lost
We’re forty years from the milk and the honeycomb
We’re forty years from the milk and the honeycomb