{"id":1031,"date":"2012-01-21T11:48:47","date_gmt":"2012-01-21T16:48:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/?page_id=1031"},"modified":"2012-01-21T11:49:09","modified_gmt":"2012-01-21T16:49:09","slug":"im-not-the-road-album-lyrics","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/jonsobel.com\/?page_id=1031","title":{"rendered":"“I’m Not the Road” Album Lyrics"},"content":{"rendered":"

Album: I’m Not the Road<\/em> (2012)
\nLyrics \u00a92012 by Jon Sobel (Jonathan Oren Music, BMI)<\/p>\n

TEENAGE POPSTAR GIRL<\/p>\n

Gather around people, come a little closer
\nI’ll tell you ’bout a girl, you can bend her, you can pose her
\nEverybody loves her, nobody knows her
\n‘Cause she ain’t got a wrinkle or a mark or a sag
\nA perpetual smile and a permanent jet lag<\/p>\n

\tTeenage popstar girl
\n\tSo many of them, everybody’s got one
\n\tTeenage popstar girl
\n\tCan’t I have one too?<\/p>\n

Gather around people, hear what I’m saying
\nFirst class ticket, she’s still paying
\nRan around the world, then she sat around praying
\nAnd nobody knows what happened down there
\nOn her pretty pretty knees with her platinum hair<\/p>\n

\tTeenage popstar girl…<\/p>\n

Gather around people, listen to my story
\nI’ll tell you ’bout the girl with the gold and the glory
\nShe set out for a new territory
\nWhere all she’s gonna need is a dog and a gun
\nThey’re such pretty pretty girls but she’s never gonna be one<\/p>\n

\tTeenage popstar girls\u2026<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

COUNTRY OF ONE<\/p>\n

I ain’t been drinkin’ and I ain’t been dopin’
\nI’m just waitin’ for the diner to open
\nI ain’t hungry but the bear in the wood is
\nI ain’t rich but the whole neighborhood is<\/p>\n

\tI don’t wanna be a country of one
\n\tI don’t wanna live my life on the run
\n\tGonna fly on home, straight into the web that you spun
\n\t‘Cause I don’t wanna be a country of one<\/p>\n

I ain’t got anything much I could give her
\nCause I been livin’ in a van by the river
\nI can’t swim but the river keeps calling
\nClose my eyes but the water keeps falling<\/p>\n

\tI don’t wanna be a country of one…<\/p>\n

I ain’t been drinkin’ and I ain’t been dopin’
\nI’m just waitin’ for your brown eyes to open<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

PROSPECT PARK<\/p>\n

Let’s go down to Prospect Park my honey
\nLet’s go down to Prospect Park my babe
\nLet’s go down to Prospect Park
\nSit on the grass and watch it get dark
\nLet’s go down to Prospect Park my honey<\/p>\n

Ain’t no sheep on the village green my honey
\nAin’t no sheep on the village green no more
\nAin’t no sheep on the village green
\nOnly me and my jellybean
\nAin’t no sheep on the village green my honey<\/p>\n

I’m gonna buy you an ice cream cone my honey
\nI’m gonna buy you an ice cream cone so sweet
\nI’m gonna buy you an ice cream cone if you
\nLet me play your saxophone
\nI’m gonna buy you an ice cream cone so sweet<\/p>\n

Let’s go up to Greenwood Lake my honey
\nLet’s go up to Greenwood Lake so blue
\nLet’s go up to Greenwood Lake
\nTalk about that wedding cake
\nLet’s go up to Greenwood Lake my honey<\/p>\n

Let’s go down to Prospect Park my honey
\nLet’s go down to Prospect Park my babe
\nLet’s go down to Prospect Park
\nSit on the grass and watch it get dark
\nLet’s go down to Prospect Park my honey<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

OVER YOU (FOR NOW)<\/p>\n

Go ahead, slam the door
\nI don’t care anymore
\nI am so over you – for now<\/p>\n

Well I thought I’d get you off my mind when I lost it
\nAnd I tried and I tried just to leave my heart where you tossed it
\nBut like the little girl said when she fell down the well
\nThere ain’t much earth between heaven and hell
\nAnd the water’s too narrow and love is too wide
\nAnd you never really crossed it<\/p>\n

So go ahead, slam the door
\nI don’t care anymore
\nI am so over you – for now<\/p>\n

I’m gonna stick some balls of cotton in
\nBoth my ears, shut down the
\nComputer maybe shut my mouth for a while
\nGonna go live up on top of a pillar
\nGo and interview a killer
\nOr put a jealous God on trial
\nAnd I cried to the left and I
\nLaughed to right and I
\nStared straight up into the sun
\nAnd I can’t see no more but I don’t
\nWanna see no more ’cause what I
\nWanna see is over and done<\/p>\n

Go ahead, slam the door
\nI don’t care anymore
\nI am so over you
\nGo ahead, make that call
\nI don’t care, no I don’t care at all
\nI am so over you – for now<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

CARRY-ON CAROL ANN<\/p>\n

Well I love my baby, I’m enchante
\nShe’s so sweet like a creme brulee
\nWe’re gonna take a change
\nWe’re goin’ to Paris, France
\nWe’re gonna fly by night
\nWe’re gonna travel light<\/p>\n

She’s my Carry-On Carol Ann
\nAnd I’m her first class man
\nAnd if we never land that’s OK too<\/p>\n

Well my baby loves me, I know she does
\nShe’s the best girl that ever was
\nWe’re gonna jet to Nice
\nAnd then it’s on to Greece
\nWe’ll take a submarine
\nMy little libertine<\/p>\n

She’s my Carry-On Carol Ann\u2026<\/p>\n

We don’t like waiting at the carousel
\nI smell fish fryin’
\nAnd I hear steel drummin’
\nWhen I mobilize with my mademoiselle<\/p>\n

She’s my Carry-On Carol Ann\u2026<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

WALKER IN THE WOODS<\/p>\n

Through the cold New Hampshire mountains
\nRuns a swiftly flowing stream
\nYou ain’t supposed o drink the water
\nBut it tastes just like a dream
\nIt’s my life’s blood when I’m thirsty
\nIt’s an old friend when I’m blue
\nAnd old friends are important
\nWhen you ain’t makin’ any new<\/p>\n

Not a skier in the winter
\nNot a hunter in the fall
\nNot a hiker from the city
\nIn the summertime at all
\nAnd my friend the stream in summer
\nNever suffers from the splash
\nOf any local kids or hippies
\nSinging songs by Graham Nash<\/p>\n

\tI’ve seen the blazes on the trail
\n\tAnd the old cairns never fail
\n\tI don’t know who made ’em
\n \tBut it doesn’t matter now
\n\tI have always got the goods
\n\t‘Cause I’m a walker in the woods
\n\tAnd there ain’t no law against it
\n\tFar as I know anyhow<\/p>\n

In the highlands of New Jersey
\nUsed to be a rifle range
\nNow the shotguns have gone silent
\nI don’t mind it, but it’s strange
\nWhere the black bears used to forage
\nScaring people half to death
\nYou can hear the tall trees swaying
\nIn the Earth’s untainted breath<\/p>\n

\tI’ve seen the blazes on the trail\u2026<\/p>\n

By the last ravine in Brooklyn
\nWhere the Marylanders fell
\nHard by Condom Wrapper Grove
\nRight by the kiddies’ carousel
\nThere ain’t no one but a crayfish
\nWandered up after the rain
\nAnd a tiny pink-eyed squirrel
\nWho was born without a brain<\/p>\n

\tI’ve seen the blazes on the trail\u2026<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

I’M NOT THE ROAD<\/p>\n

I hear a chime, it might be freedom
\nBut I believe it’s just another hour
\nAnd time is nothing but a killer
\nWithout love to slow it down
\nAh but love, it runs you ragged
\nAnd it will not always find a way
\nIt’s not a rose that’s every year returning
\nIt’s a human signpost to someone’s wedding day<\/p>\n

\tI’m not the road, I’m not the driver
\n\tI’m not the pilot if your plane is going down
\n\tI’m not the train or the conductor
\n\tMaybe a cabin on a cruise is what I am
\n\tA cruise to Mexico
\n\t‘Cause that’s where the lovers go<\/p>\n

Heard of a man so alive with wisdom
\nPriests and rabbis strained to hear his words
\nI chased that man but I must have missed him
\nAnd I might as well be running after birds
\nHeard of a woman, make you a potion
\nMake you an animal no lover can resist
\nBut don’t waste your time, don’t waste your money
\nWe put that woman out of business when we kissed<\/p>\n

\tI’m not the road, I’m not the driver…<\/p>\n

And love, it makes you reckless
\nIt’s a little crazy, it’s a middle passage, it’s big as Texas
\nIt’s not contagious, but somehow it infects us
\nAnd the fever rages till it wrecks us<\/p>\n

\tI’m not the road, I’m not the driver
\n\tI’m not the pilot if your plane is going down
\n\tI’m not the train or the conductor
\n\tMaybe a cabin on a cruise is what I am
\n\tA cruise to Mexico
\n\t‘Cause that’s where the lovers go
\n\tWay on down to Mexico
\n\tWay on down<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

LOVE THAT WOMAN BLUES<\/p>\n

I think I love that woman
\nBut it don’t matter if I do
\nI think I love that woman
\nBut it don’t matter if I do
\n‘Cause she’s Tavern on the Green
\nAnd I’m just poor and sad and blue (oh yes I am)<\/p>\n

I think I need that woman
\nI think I need her pretty bad
\nI think I need that woman
\nI think I need her pretty bad
\nBut I can’t give her what she needs
\n‘Cause I’m just poor and blue and sad<\/p>\n

\tThought I was pickin’ out a rockin’ melody
\n\tBut I was only strummin’
\n\tThought I had the whole thing comin’ to me
\n\tBut I only had it comin’ – yeah yeah yeah<\/p>\n

I’m gonna try and love that woman
\nRight through the darkness at the core
\nI’m gonna try and love that woman
\nAlthough the blues is at my door
\nBut it’s so hard to love a woman
\nWhen you’re just blue and sad and poor<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

CRYING SHAME<\/p>\n

It’s a cryin’, a cryin’ shame
\nI keep tryin’ but it always turns out the same
\nWhen I kiss you it feels so beautiful
\nHow I miss you in indisputable
\nIt’s a cryin’ shame<\/p>\n

\tIt’s a cryin’ shame, I’m cryin’
\n\tIt’s a cryin’ shame
\n\tAnd I hope to die if I’m lyin’
\n\tIt’s a cryin’ shame<\/p>\n

When I call you I get the number wrong
\nTry to ignore you but I can’t do it for long
\nAh but when I find you, I’m gonna stick around
\nGonna get behind you and never let you down<\/p>\n

It’s a cryin’ shame<\/p>\n

\tIt’s a cryin’ shame, I’m cryin’\u2026<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

BOWLING<\/p>\n

I don’t drive a fancy car
\nWe don’t have to go that far
\nWe ain’t proud and we ain’t rich
\nShe has only one bad itch<\/p>\n

\tShe wants to go bowling
\n\tThat’s her lovers’ lane
\n\tWhen that black ball’s rolling
\n\tShe don’t feel no pain<\/p>\n

No wailin’ kids, no fancy gear
\nNothing to lose means nothing to fear
\nThe dogs are fed and the coffee’s hot
\nShe does not want what she has not got<\/p>\n

\tShe wants to go bowling…<\/p>\n

When I get a sweeter job
\nGonna buy me a Jag or maybe a Saab
\nWe’re gonna cruise in cream, we’re gonna smoke in style
\nBut every day, after a while<\/p>\n

\tShe wants to go bowling…<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

INSATIABLE SALLY<\/p>\n

I’m a tired old traveling man
\nGathering dust like an old soup can
\nYou can keep all the money and the freshwater pearls
\nJust leave me Scooby and the Powerpuff Girls<\/p>\n

\tAll I need is a color TV
\n\tNachos, a cat and a nice cup of tea
\n\tFate says, “No, it just can’t be
\n\tBecause you married insatiable Sally.”<\/p>\n

Now, she may be completely insane
\nBut my girl ain’t no ball and chain
\nMy girl shines like a golden cross
\nMy girl soars like an albatross<\/p>\n

\tAll I need is a color TV…<\/p>\n

Past my prime and over the hill
\nRock my chair and take my pill
\nSomebody wake me when she’s done
\nGod, she’s only forty-one!<\/p>\n

\tAll I need is a color TV\u2026<\/p>\n

—<\/p>\n

A WOMAN LIKE YOU<\/p>\n

Well I studied the moon and the magical arts
\nAnd I fashioned the finest mechanical parts
\nI sang and I sculpted, I wrote and I drew
\nBut I never imagined a woman like you
\nI could never imagine a woman like you<\/p>\n

Well I polished my shield and I sharpened my spear
\nI came and I saw and I conquered my fear
\nMy images soared and my confidence grew
\nBut I never imagined a woman like you
\nI could never imagine a woman like you<\/p>\n

\tI would love to explain
\n\tBut it’s hard to find words
\n\tFor the way that I feel
\n\tSo I’ll settle for rain
\n\tAnd the songs of the birds
\n\tAnd a creak of the wheel<\/p>\n

In the devil’s casino you’re my lady luck
\nAnd if life is a highway, I guess you’re my truck
\nAll the king’s horses and all the queen’s crew
\nCould never imagine a princess like you
\nThey could never imagine a woman like you<\/p>\n

\tI would love to explain…<\/p>\n

I could memorize Homer and Virgil and Tasso
\nI could gaze on O’Keefe and Monet and Picasso
\nBut if the mountaineers, balladeers, engineers too
\nCould never come up with a woman like you
\nHow could I have imagined a woman like you?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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