Singing your heart out Made everyone a little uncomfortable Except me I liked how your heart sounded It sounded sweet, Smart, honest and brave Made me want to say, take a bow We come from the same place Suburban bedrooms with earphones in To drown out yelling downstairs Fights no one would win You learned to keep your distance Now that distance is getting too far It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault Peel off the layers off your shame Don’t hide yourself inside yourself Leave some room for someone else For it can get much too much Crowded when you’re all alone Make a ladder from your crutch Keep climbing ‘till you find your home

Dreaming of Marinsky She fell in love with the party Wanted to dance for her country Then came history CHORUS By the time she was ten Her dreams came to an end. Lina’s never gonna be A Soviet Woman Devoted to the motherland After Ukraine voted It was off to Brooklyn Never saw her home again CHORUS She still wore a galstuk around her neck Boy thought it was a handkerchief With a fist, Lina did object It was after Christmas day Little Lina began to cry Flag lowered then put away It had all been a lie CHORUS Now she’s a citizen of the enemy An American, bittersweet to be free. At night she dreams in Russian Of Marinksy and a red flag over the Kremlin

I was never a teenager Always did what my parents told me I was never a teenager Never had a girl to hold me Never took a sip from alcohol Never passed a note in study hall Didn’t know the coolest, latest bands Carry a girl’s books or hold hands. I was never a teenager I liked listening to my parents’ old albums Ended up skipping both proms Never wore a varsity sweater But my grades were always better Than all the kids who were having fun Looking back now, I wish I had some It’s not that I was unhappy It’s just you never get another chance to be A teenager Never get another chance When you’re a teenager Parents are away means party Then there’s rumors of who went all the way Graffiti on a wall says I was here I was here too. I was here too But no one cares when you’re a teenager

You’re leaving me though you’re still here I can tell. I can tell. Obviously you don’t care Please don’t tell. Please don’t tell The secret that I told you Just keep it out of view From those who will relish that we are through They’re just jealous. Besides, they’re fools And I don’t know what I’m gonna do CHORUS Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, what I’m gonna do Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh They’ll say I told you so Told you so. Told you so. Because I play that rock and roll Mom said no. Dad said no. Oh, they don’t have a clue Though now I don’t have you It’s not a mystery when love is true Now you’re leaving me. I already knew. And I don’t know what I’m gonna do. CHORUS about it; now I’m without it. My baby, she took it. She took my love away with a distant look. That was all it took. My baby, she didn’t even have to say And I don’t know what I’m gonna do CHORUS

What she said to me made me smile What she said to me made me daydream What she said to me put a skip in my step What she said to me made me believe What she said to me felt so good What she said to me was understood What she said to me was pure tenderness What she said to me you’ll have to guess Sadly came the day she pulled me aside What she had to say made me want to cry. What she said to me took away my smile. What she said to me, now I can’t fall asleep What she said to me I think about all the time. What she said to me “love is not to keep.” I can’t get the words out of my head. What she said to me How could she say these things? Did she mean everything when she returned the ring? What she said to me broke my heart

Almost can hurt More than anything in this world Well, I know, yes I do Because I almost had this girl CHORUS If I could go back Well I’d be a better man for you Oh yes, I would I can’t do that So I’m left with the things I didn’t do Oh, I’m left without you Oh, I would do anything If there was anything I could do It’s only fair That I should be alone now For I did not care Enough then but, oh, if somehow CHORUS Every night is such a cruel, cruel reminder Every day is such a cruel, cruel reminder Every cold and lonely morning Cruel, cruel reminder Oh, every damn thing Cruel, cruel reminder Oh yes, it is and I admit It’s all my fault. Yes it’s all my fault. I’m not asking for you to forgive me. All I’m saying is I’m sorry. I’m sorry girl. The night she left I simply let her go For I thought she’d come back But I did not know That almost was not enough for her Now it’s all have It’s such a cruel reminder

Feminist F-e-m-i-n-i-s-t can be you and me We know the norms are wrong So she’s tough in the office Doesn’t mean that she’s a bitch You better get used to this Feminist F-e-m-i-n-i-s-t must be you and me Oppression must end Just because she’s showing some leg Doesn’t mean she doesn’t know what she’s saying About economics. She knows her Keynesian. Find it in the courtroom, magazines, romantic comedies In the bedroom, pools, restaurants, Washington D.C. Online, in homes, armies, universities On Wall Street and football fields and TV You know it’s everywhere you go It’s time to own up to make it go away I say today today-we have to, we have to One way is to raise our children to be It starts with you and me Raise them to be Feminists

If you want to be a man Be good to your mother If you want to be a man Try to love one another If you want to be a man Be true to your wife If you want to be a man You’ve got to treat her right Spend time with your children Open your mind and listen If you want to be a man If you want to be a man Be an attentive lover If you want to be a man Get down and satisfy her If you want to be a man Learn how to dance If you want to be a man You’ve got to take a chance Learn how to cook and do laundry Don’t legislate a woman’s body If you want to be a man You can let your emotion show Say goodbye to Mr. Macho Admit when you’re wrong So many gentle ways to be strong You can cry and you can love A man, woman, or the Lord above It’s alright to be vulnerable Protect the earth’s animals And stop starting wars That isn’t what we’re here for No, that isn’t what we’re here for If you want to be a man Put down your gun If you want to be a man Make sure to teach your son How to be a man

I poured my heart out And it spilled on the street Forming a big puddle That no one would meet Except automobiles And bicycle wheels too So many traveling away from me Leaving me blue CHORUS All through my life I’ve done this (sad) dance (With no one) That I call the grown man It doesn’t have a lot of steps (No, no, no) In fact, all you’ve got to do is stand On your own two feet Now that’s the grown man The rain gives life To flowers and rust The sun seeps through In a stream of dust I walk through that dust Pave my way each day Pouring my heart out Like cement on this lonely highway CHORUS Let me tell you how to do it now All you’ve got to do is stand strong Just do it true You won’t do it wrong People try to knock you down Got to get up down Like a champion Before the referee counts to ten You’re doing the grown man…

Peace offerings from a specific general In uniform waiting at a defunct bus terminal Birds flying away But it may be toward something If here was there away Then now they are returning I like hoping with you Starfishes and wishes can be magical But I prefer kisses to a half empty wishing well The future is a tradition that we like to keep In churches and in prisons Now child it is time to sleep I like hoping with you

Amy’s wearing that pink sweater The one that used to look so much better To me but that was before I walked through the door That sweater was on the floor For the football captain She was supposed to just be his math tutor Yeah, he’s the football captain But to her, he is so much more Amy’s wearing that pink sweater Melting hearts in this autumn weather I’ve got a secret though I feel no shame I hope we lose the big game. I hate the football captain and how he rules the school. I’m so much smarter than him. Why do I play the fool? Guess she wants to be more popular Wish that for me so I can’t blame her Amy’s wearing that pink sweater I’ve got to get Amy back Yes, I’ve got to get Amy back Can somebody please tell me How to get Amy to come back to me? You can try to be next year’s quarterback I can’t do that. I’d break my neck or back. You can she is she can be your math tutor. She knows I know all of my math facts I don’t mean to be short with you my friends I appreciate the advice you’re trying to give But if I don’t get Amy back I’m not sure if I want to live I’ve got to get Amy back To tell her my love is true But when you’re up against the quarterback There’s not much that you can do I don’t know what I’m gonna do to get Amy back But I’ve got to get her back somehow Wait a second, wait a second I know what I’m going to do I’m going downtown To my local music store And I’m gonna lay some money down On that counter top And I’m gonna walk out of that store With an electric guitar Oh yeah ‘cause I’m gonna be a rock ‘n’ roller! Amy, won’t you be my pretty baby? Don’t say no. Oh no, please don’t, at least say maybe I’ve got a band now, want to be your man now Might not be the one to throw touchdown passes But I write the music that makes them shake their asses Oh Amy, shake it for me I say Amy, won’t you please? Do you like me now? All you’ve got to do is say one word Say it right now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah… Oh Amy what’s your answer? Tell this cool rock and roller Who’s it gonna be The quarterback or me? Well, I really like you Michael But the quarterback Just gave me his varsity sweater Sorry No, no, no, no… Oh why did you have to leave me Amy? The saddest part of this story Is not that I didn’t get Amy The saddest part of this story is that Amy doesn’t wear that pink sweater anymore Instead she wears this varsity sweater That the quarterback gave her And every day she wears it she’s getting more popular Me? Well, I’m now a rock and roller And I have my rock and roller friends. Ben’s a rock and roller Hannah’s a rock and roller Andrew’s a rock and roller Hey Isaiah, are you a rock and roller? Why don’t you show them that you are Alright, we are Whistle Jacket Thanks for listening And thanks to all my bandmates Also mister quarterback, It’s ok Amy chose you Just make sure you treat her right And don’t break heart Because that really hurts I know it does