Manhattan Avenue Rag I
(instrumental)
Whitest Light
Live as if you were the first man
Try and try again
For a brand new heaven, full of pockets
To hold each other in
With the whitest light in the back of your mind
We’ll be there when we both wake up
From the strangest dreams
Let your hair down and I’ll climb up
And show you what I mean
With the whitest light in the back of my mind
A head all clear and a heart that shines
The weight of the world is the weight of my love
As heavy as air and as light as a dove
The weight of the world is the weight of my love
Mountains growing underneath us
In a million years
Be here with me, as they rise up
When it’s you I need
With the whitest light in the back of my mind
Whitest light, let it grow, let it shine
Whitest light, let it grow, let it shine
Whitest light, let it grow, let it shine
Montreal
You went off to war
Dropping with a roar
Saw the other side
Through a dead man’s eyes
And you haven’t told a soul
It’s inside and it grows
You went off to war
It’s just nobody knows
And I think I love your daughter
For what she doesn’t know
Lightning in your head
Starting to make sense
Something on your mind
To tell, at least to try
You went off to war
Dropping with a roar
Saw the other side
Through a dead man’s eyes
And I think I love your daughter
For what she doesn’t know
Ramble on and on
Ramble on and on
Manhattan Avenue Rag II
(instrumental)
Savannah
Has anybody been down to the water today?
I thought I saw her face in the crest of a falling wave
But then it broke on the sand and went under
I thought that I had a plan, but I left it with
Savannah
Savannah
The wind carries her name by my window, I hear
The most wondrous words come alive, and she feels so near
I have a ring made of shining silver
For the one that I love, a song to sing
Savannah
Savannah
Is there anyone out there at all?
I thought I heard her voice, her words in parts and pieces
Let her know that I’m thinking of
A way to catch it here, a way that I can keep it
For the one I love
Savannah, keep on calling out
Savannah, calling out again, again, again
Branded by Brand
Branded by brand
Across the naked land
Why don’t you open a book or two?
’cause there’s an old man in the ground below you
It’s a four star life
In the Fifth Avenue light
That seeps into seas below
And that’s where your eyes really start to glow
Branded by brand
Across the naked land
Please can you give me a cold hard truth
From the ground beneath you?