Got an old, I'm talking old Ford pick-up
Every day off I'm working on her
Spend all my tips at the east side junk yard
Finally found that carburetor

Got to get this damn fuel pump working
Before I go inside and get to bed
He's calling me in and he means now
If I ever have to leave him again

I got the car running
Rebuilt the transmission
Four good tires, a spare below
Slam the hood, ready to roll
Hope I never have to go
But I got the car running

On our first date, he brought flowers
Not just that one time either
He'd walk me home when I worked late hours
Said he'd never been with anyone sweeter

Life has taken a toll on him
Disappointments and ex-best friends
I wish he'd let me make him feel better
But if he ever takes it out on me again

I got the car running
Rebuilt the transmission
Four good tires, a spare below
Slam the hood, ready to roll
Hope I never have to go
But I got the car running.

It's the tail end of my shift
Got my sugars in a row
The bell over the door rings
I say we're just about to close

It's like I'm talking to myself, cause he says
Coffee, sweetie, now
Takes forever with the menu
And he's gonna stiff me anyhow

When I go home, I'm no longer a waitress
But you my friend will still be the same old

I hate what they make me wear here
Can't even remember who I'm supposed to be
Someday I'm gonna hang up my apron
And leave that old boy
Waiting on me

Pull into my driveway
Just get me out of these clothes
Into a long hot shower
And my beat-up robe

I know I ought to be sleeping
But my mind is all worked up
Sit down at my easel
Sketch that old boy and his coffee cup

I must say, I'm a damn good waitress
But in my bedroom, man I'm a Van Gogh

I hate what they make me wear
But I need to remember who I'm supposed to be
So yeah, I'm wearing that apron
But my real life is
Waiting on me.

My name is Shiloh
Like the Civil War battle
I live on a dirt road
On the edge of town

And it gets real quiet
When the dogs quit howling
And the crickets stop singin'
And the neighbors fall down

There's nothing on TV
Cause the TV's busted
And I can't get online
My laptop's shot

So I pick up my guitar
But I only know two chords
So I play 'em too loud
Cause why the hell not

In my mind I'm opening for Skynyrd
Guitar solo 20 minutes long
In actuality, I'm playing just for me
Rocking out with my pajamas on
And that's why I'm writing this song
Cause it's a long long way till dawn

What will the morning bring?
Ah, my love to me
If I can just stay awake until sunrise...

Let's look at the bookshelf
See what mom gave me
Something to save me
And make me whole

Now look at the title
Dating for Dummies
Hey thanks a lot mom
Don't you love me so

In my mind I'm dating John Travolta
Back before the Scientology
In actuality, I'm home alone with me
Got my fuzzy bunny slippers on
And that's why I'm writing this song
Cause it's a long, long
Long long way till dawn.

Hey you, it's been a crazy week
Guess what, I'm living alone again
Yeah I know, you never liked him much
Surprise surprise, I've stopped missing him

It's so busy at the diner
There's been no time to pig out on fries
And that's good, cause I could lose a few
Yeah I know you don't think I need to

Hey what was the name of that kid
Who thought he could skip rocks better than you
I got up to nine this week
I wish you could've been there

Sorry to be pouring out
All these random thoughts
But it's 2 am
And I live for our little talks

The years since you've been gone
Have sometimes felt just like a dream
Thirteen -- what an age to die
But I always thought you'd come back to me

Daddy never forgave himself
He got me a dog, like that would help
It never got easier
And I still look for you

Sorry to be pouring out
All these random thoughts
But it's 2 a.m.
And I should really get some rest
You came through again
And I live for our little talks.

Sunday morning, grab my coffee on the way
Sun's so bright it hurts, where'd I put my shades
Park the car, zip my coat, take a deep breath, and head on in
Fallen pine waits for me, I settle in

The buzzing of the bees like gossip on the morning
The breeze in the leaves like an old pump organ

No symbol of a God, but it feels like church to me
Just a corner of the woods, but it feels like church to me

Close my eyes, start out with a hymn
Life is here right now, I have only to join in

Sun through the trees like stained glass on fire
Birds sing together in harmony like a choir
Buzzing of the bees like gossip on the morning
Breeze in the leaves like an old pump organ

Wish everyone could be here in church with me
Sittin' this close to God, it feels like church....

Monday at the Stone Fox is NFL
Tuesday's karaoke
Wednesday's country cover night
The singer looks like Chesney
Ah but Thursday -- Hellrazor with a z
That's where you'll find me

And my posse
That's Christy and her friend Silviano
We meet up, get dressed up
Remember what you borrowed
Then we go out, go all out
Like there's no tomorrow
It's the highlight of my week
And the drinks are next to free
Hellrazor

When we make our entrance to Billie Jean
The DJ spins all '80s
Cranking up the strobe light
And the smoke machine
We start pretending we're in Paris or New York
Oh my god ... isn't that Bjork

She's in my posse
With Christy and her friend Silviano
We meet up, get dressed up
Remember what you borrowed
Then we go out, go all out
Like there's no tomorrow
It's the highlight of my week
Where I feel next to free
Hellrazor with a z

Juan the bartender wants to marry me
Used to be my science teacher
That's just creepy

Not in my posse
With Christy and her friend Silviano
Ah remember what you borrowed
like there's no tomorrow....

I place the color on the reeds and the rushes
The lake takes shape as the green paint
Flows from my brushes

I'm six again, and I'm right there
I can hear the tires on the gravel
Dad flicks his cigarette
Hauls himself out of the station wagon
Mama throws open all the windows
To air out the cabin
And me, I'm gone
Me I'm gone

I dive in
Don't care if the cold rips through my skin
I dive in
They don't know where I am or where I'm going
Holler all they want, I don't hear nothing
I only come alive
When I dive in

Go back for lunch, we sit around the picnic table
Dad's not talking, just drinks his beer and
Pulls at the label

Mom brings out a watch and says, hey
This belonged to my mother
You keep it safe and you be back by six
Now be a good daughter
I'm hanging off the side of the dock
And it falls in the water
The watch, it's gone
Yeah it's gone

I dive in

All these years I always took the blame
Wasn't old enough to know, but now I am
I see the picture now
I see the whole picture now....

Looking through an old diary from when I was 18
Underlined & exclamated all my plans & dreams
Says I went to San Francisco, my friends are all artistes
My work's in all the better galleries
My hair is black and spiky, got a cool Chinese tattoo

Well none of that came true
Except for that tattoo

I'm 25 years old today, a little less naive
Not exactly where I thought I ought to be
But I'm still dreaming every day
Taking time to find my way
I've made it to my quarter century

Been to San Francisco, couldn't find a place to park
They told me not to walk alone there after dark
Even in the daytime, everybody locks their doors
Where I come from, I don't know what you'd lock 'em for
Riding back across the bay, the city looked like a jewel

But I belong out there
In the middle of nowhere

I'm 25 years old today, a whole lot less na•ve
Maybe I'm exactly where I ought to be
I'm still dreaming every day
If I look at it a certain way
I've made it to my quarter century

Maybe I'm not brave enough
Maybe I haven't been saved enough
Or maybe I'm just fine, fine, fine....

They say I have my mother's eyes
But I can't see it
I know I have my father's stubborn streak
I have my brother's old guitar
But not his talent
I used to have my grandma's antique watch
But now I haven't

These are things that came my way
Made me what I am today

Gotta love me

I have my best friend's jean jacket
She knows I have it
I have my former boyfriend's cat
I hate it
I got my wild and restless pride
From travelers on my daddy's side

All these things that came my way
Made me what I am today

Gotta love me....

Man that was one bad movie
I'm sorry I dragged him to it
He didn't complain even when he shelled out
A fortune for Milk Duds and Red Vines

Now he's driving me home and we're laughing
Recalling all the bad acting
He sees that I'm cold, he puts the heat on
He's taking the long way, but I don't mind

We're waiting to turn onto Route 8
Some idiot blows through the light
He puts out his arm to make sure I'm safe...
I'll remember that feeling for the rest of my life

I never thought love would come to me
So effortlessly
That's only because I hadn't met
The boy from Crooked Creek

I wouldn't hold it against him
He's never been on an airplane
But he reads every book he can get his hands on
And he's teaching himself Japanese

He's stayed small-town in all ways that count
But in one big way he isn't
'Cause he's opened his eyes to so much of life
He takes me beyond the limits

I never thought love would come to me
So effortlessly
That's only because I hadn't met
The boy from Crooked Creek.