John Nolan Not To Let Go

I see the lines that connect me to you.

I see the lines that divide us into groups.

I know the ways that we’ll stay the same.

And I know the ways we’ll pretend that we can change.

I see the lines on your face.

I know that there’s a toll this takes on you.

I don’t want to be the one who breaks you or weighs you down.

I want to tell you that I’m alright.

I might slow down or sigh sometimes.

I’m just shaking it off.

I’m just telling myself not to let go.

I’ll stare out at rooms that used to be full.

I’ll weather storms and sleepwalk through the lulls.

I’ll close my eyes and do what needs to be done,

I’ll shut my mouth and just try and have some fun.

It’s not a question of what anyone deserves.

I don’t know what you’ve seen or what you’ve heard.

I’ve never had any reason to believe

That we get what we want or even what we need.

But I’m alright.

I might slow down or sigh sometimes.

I’m just shaking it off.

I’m just telling myself not to let go.

I want to tell you that I’m alright.

I might slow down or sigh sometimes.

I’m just shaking it off.

I’m just telling myself not to let go.

Not to let go.

I’ll be holding on.

I’ll be holding on.

I’m alright.

I might slow down or sigh sometimes.

I’m just shaking it off.

I’m just telling myself not to let go.

John Nolan Till It’s Done To Death

Walking round blind

With the sun in your eyes.

You don’t know it,

She walks right through you.

And if you think twice

Then the moment will pass.

There’s no doubt it will be gone for good.

When you’re carrying your heart

In the palm of your hands,

You’re bound to drop it.

And that’s when you’re done.

Hold your tongue, boy.

Hold onto your breath.

It’s not done til it’s done to death.

Walking round deaf

When the sirens are crying.

You don’t know it,

She speaks right through you.

Staring at the floor saying nothing you mean.

It keeps spinning out of control.

Has the world changed?

Or is it you that’s changed?

She keeps walking past your door.

Hold your tongue, boy.

Hold onto your breath.

It’s not done til it’s done to death.

In front of a crowd

With the lights in your eyes.

You don’t ever get a look at yourself.

She’s got a thousand eyes

And they’re all fixed on you.

So what is it you’re going to do?

She’s not your savior

And you’re not a saint.

But this is as close as you’ll ever get.

Hold your tongue, boy.

Hold onto your breath.

It’s not done til it’s done to death.

John Nolan Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In Hand

Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep.

Moonlight spills on comic books

And superstars in magazines.

An old friend calls and tells us where to meet.

Her plane takes off from Baltimore

And touches down on Bourbon street.

We sit outside and argue all night long

About a god we’ve never seen,

But never fails to side with me.

Sunday comes and all the papers say:

Ma Teresa’s joined the mob

And happy with her full time job.

Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?

Does summer come for everyone?

Can humans do what prophets say?

If I die before I learn to speak,

Can money pay for all the days I lived awake

But half asleep?

I’ve been downhearted, baby,

Ever since the day we met.

A life is time, they teach you growing up.

Seconds ticking killed us all

A million years before the fall.

You ride the waves and don’t ask where they go.

You swim like lions through the crest

And bathe yourself in zebra flesh.

I’ve been downhearted, baby,

Ever since the day we met.

John Nolan Here I Am

Let’s build something.

Let’s follow through on an idea.

Regardless of its relevence,

Its weight, or its meaning.

No, we don’t have much time.

Let’s leave something behind.

If it’s wrong or it’s right.

It’s not ours to decide.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Say something to me.

I want to hear you.

Do what you need to.

I just want to see you.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Here I am, let’s dance.

Here I am, let’s pretend.

Here I am, let’s start

Over and over again.

John Nolan Keep Calm And Carry On

Nighttime is quiet and smooth.

It wraps itself around us,

Keeps us in tune.

We don’t have to think,

We only have to do.

The ghosts of the past

Keep screaming from their cages.

The men in their masks

Keep telling us we’re lost.

We keep calm, carry on

Keep calm, carry on

It’s alright

Moonlight on skin.

We move with the wind that shapes the waves,

Past unforgiving eyes

through the shadows of their doubt.

We don’t argue or fight.

We’ve got nothing to prove.

We float past.

You don’t ask what you think of what we do.

We keep calm, carry on

Keep calm, carry on

It’s alright

We don’t argue or fight.

We’ve got nothing to prove.

We float past.

You don’t ask what you think of what we do.

We keep calm, carry on

Keep calm, carry on

It’s alright

We don’t argue or fight.

We’ve got nothing to prove.

We float past.

You don’t ask what you think of what we do.

John Nolan I Don’t Believe You

Well, I’m a born disciple.

But I’m inherently suspicious

Of anything and everything I love.

I’m coherent to a fault,

So I’m always looking for ways

To bring the thoughtless bliss of incoherence in.

I keep trying to think of clever ways to say

That I don’t believe you.

But nothing comes to mind.

So I’ll just make it plain:

I don’t believe you.

I don’t believe you.

Now, I got plans and I’ve got things to say.

But I don’t think that they mean that much to me.

I’ve got time to realize anything I want to.

But right now I understand all that I can.

I keep trying to think of clever ways to say

That I don’t believe you.

But nothing comes to mind.

So I’ll just make it plain:

I don’t believe you.

No, I don’t believe you.

I’m not trying to put you down

Or say I have the answers.

I just think I need to tune you out right now.

I’m looking for some balance.

I don’t wanna join your team.

So I’ll start ignoring you and you can start ignoring me.

I keep trying to think of clever ways to say

That I don’t believe you.

But nothing comes to mind.

So I’ll just make it plain:

I don’t believe you.

No, I don’t believe you.

Oh no, I don’t believe you.

John Nolan Screaming Into The Wind

Morning breaks over the Midwest.

A silent, lonely porch swing rocking,

The television glows.

Another night spent crumbling,

Just listening to you moan.

You monkey with a microphone.

Your redundant, useless voice

Constantly a dull and distant noise.

You’re just screaming into the wind.

You’re just screaming into the wind.

I’m focusing my hate.

But it’s hollow, unsubstantiated.

You’re an easy mark,

And I just need a target right now.

I can’t face myself.

I can’t honestly own up to who I am.

I’m just screaming into the wind.

I’m just screaming into the wind.

Guilt is relative.

So is sin.

It makes it easy to pretend.

A bicycle is humming and it’s carrying me home.

The sun is red and headed for the west.

I’m finding ways to rearrange me.

I should be content, but I’m still terrified

Cause I can’t tell a realization, a rationalization, or nostalgia from regret.

Oh no.

I’m just screaming into the wind.

I’m just screaming into the wind.

Guilt is relative.

So is sin.

It makes it easy to pretend.

John Nolan I Won’t Ever Be There

It keeps me up at night.

I’m not certain I was right.

I’m consumed by what might have been

Again and again and again.

And now the sky is turning black.

Now the sirens are calling.

This neighborhood was mine once

But now it’s strange and foreign.

My body’s drenched and my fists are clenched

As I stare into the night.

And this street, the silent type,

It hasn’t had much of a life.

And watches people come and go

and knows they’re interchangeable.

The derelicts and debutants with so much in common,

The pedophiles and the parents who are all too human,

The churches on the corners where they beg forgiveness now.

And Jesus comes to me in my dreams.

He tells me that I still have a home.

He keeps talking about a place I can go.

Well, always loved, always forgiven, but I know

I won’t ever be there.

I know I won’t ever be there.

I know..

The derelicts and debutants with so much in common,

The pedophiles and the parents who are all too human,

The churches on the corners where they beg forgiveness now.

And Jesus comes to me in my dreams.

He tells me that I still have a home.

He keeps talking about a place I can go.

Well, always loved, always forgiven, but I know

I won’t ever be there.

No, I won’t ever be there.

No, I won’t ever be there.

I know…

John Nolan It Takes A Long Time

Well, they dragged me from the party, kicking and screaming,

Clawing at the carpet, chewing up the scenery

and talking to my friends with no regard for decency.

I couldn’t tell you what I did or what it meant to me,

But I keep finding all these pieces,

and soon they start to form a picture.

and I can understand what I’ve done.

But it takes a long time to understand why.

You made it home, but I was left on the road

to sing songs, drink hard to fight fatigue and the cold,

Sleepwalking through the days

Just waiting till the clock says it’s time to let go.

Till it’s time to give up again and pretend

That I’m not bound by habit, I’m not a slave to my needs.

I choose to let go, so I must be in control.

This must be who I wanna be.

But it takes a long time to understand why.

It takes a long time to understand why.

Constant effort, constant concentration,

Constant concern, constant contemplation,

Constantly checking my tone for accuracy.

I’m constantly defining my inability.

It takes a long time to understand why.

You know it takes a long to understand why.

It takes a long time.