Here at Last

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What can I do, what could I say,

To capture her attention?

Armed with my charm while she’s on his arm,

Would he suspect my intentions?

He’s so charming, so disarming,

It’s so alarming

To see.

And I wanna know just what she sees in him

I wanna know is she really free with him

I wanna know what’s the deal with him

I gotta know!

Where do they go, what do they do

Inside a precious evening?

Does he don that smile to cover his guile

Just before he’s leaving?

She sees him nightly,

And she holds him tightly,

And he takes her lightly,

I can see.

Oh I wanna know just what she sees in him

I wanna know is she really free with him

I wanna know what’s the deal with him

I gotta know

Would a glance while they slow dance

Divert her eyes toward me?

And if it does is it because,

She’s saying ‘no’ politely?

Her heart is laughter,

And it’s what I’m after

Would it beat faster

For me?

Oh I wanna know just what she sees in him

I wanna know is she really free with him

I wanna know what’s the deal with him

I gotta know

               Michael Weis | Copyright © 1981

Oh I went back to Franklin Lane

To see if things were still the same.

For what remained and what moved on.

To see if I still felt so strong.

My eyes were one with the white headlights

As I made that turn into the night.

A turn I’d made ten thousand times

Engraved for life inside my mind.

The street seemed sad and cracked and old,

The houses all looked ten-times sold.

Was this the same sweet neighborhood

That once as all I thought was good?

Those voices are all on the run,

To the shadows and the setting sun.

To the heartbreak and the untold pain,

That brought me back to Franklin Lane.

I saw the stars against the sky

Surprised at how they caught my eye.

At how they gazed down at the street,

Seeming to acknowledge me.

Then suddenly I was there at last,

Staring at the living past.

Staring at the house I knew

I’d always see when I thought of you.

Those voices are all on the run,

To the shadows and the setting sun.

To the heartbreak and the untold pain,

That brought me back to Franklin Lane.

The life of things still unresolved

Is endless when the heart’s involved.

A shadow in the dark and rain,

A full time scar and part-time pain.

Those voices are all on the run,

To the shadows and the setting sun.

To the heartbreak and the untold pain,

That brought me back to Franklin Lane.

Oh I went back to Franklin Lane

To see if things were still the same.

To see if things were still the same.

    Michael Weis | Copyright © 1982 | Gem Songs

I tried to notify you

That things were moving too fast.

No one else can take the blame for you,

You’re alone at last.

Don’t take the long way home today,

They’re waiting on the lawn.

And through time they’ll surely follow you

In lines a million strong.

Honey, honey don’t be shy,

Turn and walk away.

Honey, honey it’s your life,

And you’ve got something to say.

Take care inside your palace,

Comb your pretty hair.

It’s the only time for solitude,

But I guess what’s fair is fair.

Everybody looks up to you, my dear,

You’re everybody’s girl.

You’re the one thing untouched by reason,

In this unreasonable world.

Honey, honey don’t be shy,

Turn and walk away.

Honey, honey it’s your life,

And you’ve got something to say.

Michael Weis | Copyright © 1982 | Gem Songs

Now I’m traveling westward,

I smell the ocean’s spray.

There’s no use looking backward

I’ve driven too many days.

Am I looking for someone?

I’m looking for myself.

‘Cause I am living for no one

There is no one else.

Everybody will see me,

Everybody will know

When I reach that horizon

When I finish the show.

When this road reaches water,

I’ll start building again.

There’s always room to go farther,

There’s no room to pretend.

Mediocrity’s easy,

It’s really quite the trend.

I’ve got to make it release me,

And I’ll fight it ‘til the end.

Everybody will see me,

Everybody will know

When I reach that horizon

When I finish the show.

        Michael Weis | Copyright © 1980

Would you wake a sleeping child,

To a world of wind,

Opening those tiny eyes,

For what a day would bring?

And would you lure an unchained heart

Out into the rain.

Wash it clean of all its love,

And leave it to the pain?

Must you hold a frightened bird,

So tightly round its wings.

Hoping that it never flies,

Yet hoping that it sings?

Oh, don’t take a heart

Until you think that you can play the part.

Oh, don’t take a hand

If you won’t give everything you can.

Oh, don’t take a heart

If you don’t think that you can play the part.

Oh, don’t take a hand,

If you won’t give everything you can.

Oh can’t you feel the closing door,

Of the soul you’d tear apart.

When you opened it so selfishly,

Just to hold a virgin heart.

And in the glow of waning light,

So fast to slip away.

Do you see the sun of innocence,

Turn nighttime into day.

Oh, don’t take a heart

Until you think that you can play the part.

Oh, don’t take a hand,

If you won’t give everything you can.

Oh, don’t take a heart

Until you think that you can play the part.

Oh, don’t take a hand,

If you won’t give everything you can.

        Michael Weis | Copyright © 1983

The shows drag on and finish up

Well after dark.

They’re watched by those whose minds must be

An easy mark.

To them it’s real when flowing tears

Run down the cheek,

Of some lost soul on channel two

Five times a week.

And how do they feel

Don’t they know it’s not real?

A whole generation,

In suspended animation.

The wide eyes and empty gazes,

The open mouths and vacant faces.

New disciples, new religion

New frontiers in television.

And trash TV comes on at 3

In three channel ubiquity.

Turn on the set, turn off your mind

Tune right in to Trash TV.

Well, I can’t tell and just don’t know,

What to believe.

I’ve got to hope the world out there,

Ain’t too naïve.

They twist the truth and mix the lies,

And it’s a wrap.

Until next time they find another

Face to slap.

And how do you feel,

Do you think that it’s real?

On every station,

Degeneration.

Your wide eyes and empty gazes,

Open mouths and vacant faces.

New disciples, new religion

New frontiers in television.

And trash TV comes on at 3

In three channel ubiquity.

Turn on the set, turn off your mind

Tune right in to Trash TV.

And how do you feel,

Once you see it’s not real?

All that time wasted,

So much life untasted.

Close your eyes and turn the pages

At last you break the empty gazes.

No disciples, no religion,

No more mindless television.

And trash TV comes on at 3

In three channel ubiquity.

Turn on the set, turn off your mind

Tune right in to Trash TV.

I want my trash TV,

I really want my trash TV…

        Michael Weis | Copyright © 1983  

Do you think life's a one-night stand?

Do you think you hold a winning hand?

Well, I don't know about your circumstance,

But can't you find yourself a real romance?

Waiting for a single rose instead,

Of waking up in yet another bed?

Don't go on living inside your fantasy

Can't go on living inside that fantasy

Can I offer you a glass of wine,

After a bottle would you say your mine?

And in the morning would you slip away,

Without another single word to say?

I think I've known you for a hundred years,

You take me back to what I once held dear.

Don't go on living inside your fantasy,

Can't go on living inside that fantasy.

        Michael Weis | Copyright © 1983  

She walks alone

And dons a heart of stone.

He steps aside

As he casts into her eyes.

A glance across a sea,

Is as safe as safe can be.

So she turns to catch his glance

And he resigns to take a chance.

But the sea must be too wide,

'Cause she turns her eyes to hide.

When all he wants to know,

Is why she holds her head so low.

It seems she's lost her heart,

To the cold and the dark.

And now a lifelong friend,

Couldn't find her love again.

So he goes on his way,

And she maintains another day.

        Michael Weis | Copyright © 1981  

You're not the little girl I used to know,

From the pictures of my thoughts.

That memory can't set me free,

But I guess that's all I've got.

It's like a book you can never close,

Until you find some kind of end.

But it's a book I've got to put away,

I can't  live through it all again.

And there are still things that throw me back, 

In a tide I can't control.

An April day or a song they play,

Make the memories unfold.

Oh, from time to time,

Do you live an hour for me?

Oh, all my life,

I would give anything to see.

Oh you should hear the tales I tell,

Of the heart I won and lost.

But those lies die with one look in your eyes,

And I remember what they cost.

Was I so wrong for holding on,

For never knowing deep down inside,

That time away was you trying to say,

Something in you just simply died.

Has nothing changed after all these years,

Will you just smile and walk away?

Or will you see me and drift on back,

Just enough for you to say...

Oh, from time to time,

Do you live an hour for me?

Oh, all my life,

I would give anything to see.

           Michael Weis | Copyright © 1982  

I can feel the hearts you're breaking,

I can see the souls forsaken.

For all the chances that we gave you,

You'd think that once a smile could break through.

We worked like dogs for your promotion,

We set the biggest wheels in motion.

And now you say you're not decided,

'Cause your commitment's unrequited.

Modern girl can you hear me?

Modern Girl what are you feeling?

Modern Girl the scars ain't healing.

From 8 to 5 and noon on Sundays,

We tried so hard to do things your way.

But all that time ignoring genius,

Is too much love lost between us,

And in that cold determination,

Grows a wall of isolation.

That corporate veil must shield the feelings,

Of all the wrong and heartless dealings.

Modern girl can you hear me?

Modern Girl what are you feeling?

Modern Girl the scars ain't healing.

She's lost inside the goals that own her

Oh has she lost her heart forever?

Modern girl can you hear me?

Modern Girl what are you feeling?

Modern Girl the scars ain't healing.

        Michael Weis | Copyright © 1985  | ASCAP

Oh I've run all day,

I've got to lay me down.

My legs are lead, my feet are fire

And I need to get unwound.

But I know I won't stay,

I'll go before the dawn.

The ice will cling, the snow will sting,

But the wind will push me on.

And I'll run all day,

For the right to run.

For the times they've tied me up,

By the dark end of a gun.

So please don't wake me,

'Cause tonight the stallion sleeps.

No, I can't go back,

I've come too far along.

I've championed the ones who speak

And now just don't belong.

But I keep moving,

To stay ahead of fools.

The path I beat and those I meet,

Become my only tools.

And you'll sleep alright,

Knowing I'm out there.

While you stay and call the plays,

From your armchair.

But now don't wake me.

'Cause tonight the stallion sleeps.

       Michael Weis | Copyright © 1986  | ASCAP

She may not know it,

Though she's been going

Silently and slowly nowhere.

Though her own feelings must be revealing inside,

That it's been easy,

To keep believing,

That maybe life is simply unfair.

Though she's the chooser to be the loser this time.

Does it feed you, does it bleed you,

Does it make you feel proud,

Does it make you wish for some other way?

Can't you see it, do you need it,

Can't you set yourself free,

Don't you speak when you've got something to say?

And it gets clearer,

As she gets nearer,

To looking at the book of her life.

On yellow pages,

Of silly stages,

Of goals forgotten back in her prime.

Oh it's deceiving,

What time is taking,

Even while you're lost in your sleep.

'Cause it controls you,

And it will; show you the signs.

Does it feed you, does it bleed you,

Does it make you feel proud,

Does it make you wish for some other way?

Can't you see it, do you need it,

Can't you set yourself free,

Don't you speak when you've got something to say?

If you don't look closely,

You'd think that mostly

Love is kept way back in her mind.

For just daydreaming,

For when she's sleeping at night.

But just look closer,

Beyond the holster,

Beats a heart that lives for a day,

To find a real high,

To try and catch the moonlight.

Will it feed you, will it bleed you,

Will it make you feel proud,

Will it make you think that this is the way?

Will you take it, will you fake it

Will you ever be free,

Will you shout when you've got something to say?

    Michael Weis | Copyright © 1985  | ASCAP