Will Wakefield and the Congress Hotel
Will Wakefield & Chuck Edwards

Lyrics

You take everything that’s good for you and wrap it up in a box
And put it up on a shelf in the back of your closet
Well you gotta stop doing that, ‘cause someday you’ll run outta space
You’ll need a bigger house, a larger apartment, a whole damn new place

So take down that crate you put me in, ‘cause I’m afraid of being in the dark
It’s your choice not to see who cares for you, but maybe you should take a shot
‘cause who am I to sit in judgment, over how you fucked up your life
I got better things to do than sit in your closet another night

My voice became a shovel years ago
And to apologize now would be a waste of time

And I go, down, down, down east on Mercer
Looking for a savior, or a fight
And I’m leaving Apartment 306
And something does not seem right, it just don’t seem right

So go ahead, try to hurt me again, give it your best shot
Throw the first punch, I’ll block the first blow, this won’t be the first time we fought
I won’t throw in the towel, I’ll go down swingin’, this champs still got some teeth
When I first met you, you knocked me out, I was laid up for a week

My voice became a shovel years ago,
And sometimes I swear I’m digging a grave

And I go, down, down, down east on Mercer
Looking for a lover, or a church
And I’m leaving Apartment 306
I guess things could be worse

You said you’re putting out fires, but you like chasing fire baby,
I can see it in your eyes, you like to watch things burn
And I know that’s a terrible thing to say, but it excites me each and everyday
When that red-hot glance decides which way to turn

So give, and love, babe it’s sandpaper from here on out
Rough, but with enough grit to make you smooth
‘cause you were fashioned you were whittled, you were chipped away at
until you had nothing but the chisel left to lose, and that chisel was me…

My voice became a shovel years ago,
And sometimes I swear I’m digging a grave

And I go, down, down, down east on Mercer
Looking for my love, for my light
I’ve been invited back to 306
And something finally seems right, everything finally seems right


Will Wakefield and the Congress Hotel
Will Wakefield

Lyrics

Alright babe I’m going to listen this time
I admit I haven’t heard the love you’ve shown
And you’d think with all these songs I sing
I would have learned to hear the things
That you convey amidst your words, between my thorns

‘cause I heard everything you said
and as the meaning worked it’s way through my head
all I saw was the dark and not the shore

‘cause I heard every word you said
and as lie awake up in my bed
all I saw was the dark and not the shore

So I’m here to listen darling...
I’m here standing at attention
I’m back to hear the words I’ve craved
I’m back to hear the words you’ve saved
And I promise I’ll listen once again
I promise to listen, to listen, to listen...

Gimme a light house, gimme something to lean on
This skipper hasn’t sailed a boat in years
And the bilge pump just ain’t working right
and the waters rising high tonight
and the tide comes in like your cheeks run with tears

‘cause I heard everything you said
and as the meaning worked it’s way through my head
all I saw was the dark and not the shore

‘cause I heard every word you said
but impatience began to cloud my head
but I won’t say another hurtful word anymore

So I’m here to listen darling...
I’m here standing at attention
I’m back to hear the words I’ve craved
I’m back to hear the words you’ve saved
And I promise I’ll listen once again
I promise to listen, to listen, to listen...