1.Time Between Trains
Lyrics：Susan Werner
Music：Susan Werner
I'm waitin' at the station
I can choose my destination
I'm a free soul, I got no chains
But it's a long time between trains
I took a long nap
I read a whole book
I got nice legs
I got decent looks
And I'm not one who complains
But it's a long time between trains
And who'd a'thought it all those years
That I would find myself back here
Feelin' restless and ignored
Starin' at the schedule board
Wonderin' why the fates
Always route love through Miami
And somewhere lovers smile their smiles
While I count the ceiling tiles
And, well, give or take a few
Ther's one thousand fifty-two
But that depends if you include
The eighty-eight out in the hall
Yes I'm waitin' at the station
With my old friend sublimation
You know the Wright boys designed planes
Musta been a long time
Between trains
2.Old Mistake
Lyrics：Susan Werner
Music：Susan Werner
3.Bring 'Round The Boat
Lyrics：Susan Werner
Music：Susan Werner
4.Sorry About Jesus
Lyrics：Susan Werner
Music：Susan Werner
5.Petaluma Afternoons
Lyrics：Susan Werner
Music：Susan Werner
6.Courting The Muse
Lyrics：Susan Werner
Music：Susan Werner
7.Montgomery Street
Lyrics：Susan Werner
Music：Susan Werner
The air is still sweet on Montgomery Street
Where the road bends around to the west
The flower shop waits for the five thiry train
And the wives wait around for the rest
There are loves that you wear in a ring on your hand
In a frame on the living room shelf
There are some that you sing to the wide open plains
There are some that you keep
To yourself
The books that you read at the side of your bed
And the turn at the top of the stairs
The sound of my name in the sound of your voice
The beginnings of gray in your hair
There are loves -
The air is still sweet on Montgomery Street
But the moon is unbearably bright
The ache unmistakeably somebody else
Where you sleep in her arms every night
8.Like Bonsai
Lyrics：Susan Werner／Greg Simon
Music：Susan Werner
The lady at the greenhouse said
That will be seven fifty please
You drove us down the gravel roads
I held it balanced on my knees
You said we'd keep it inside
So the branches wouldn't freeze
And I asked you what would happen
If we just let it grow
And you said some trees are meant to reach
You said
Reach up for the sky
Some trees we trim to keep them pretty
Like bonsai
Winters and then summers and then I was seventeen
We packed up my fall sweaters and all my possibilities
And we cried the day you left me at the university
And it was something I remembered
As I watched you turn and go
That some trees are meant to reach -
And some trees we trim back
Some hands we tie
Some wings we clip
Some feet we bind
Nineteen fourty-eight it was
And you were twelve years old
Dreaming about high school
And you asked if you could go
And your mother said
Even very clever girls
Are better off
At home
9.Can't Let You In
Lyrics：Susan Werner
Music：Mike Sumler
10.Standing In My Own Way
Lyrics：Susan Werner
Music：Dana Cooper
11.Vincent(Starry／Starry Night)
Lyrics：Don Mclean
Music：Don Mclean
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Chorus：
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Chorus：
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as
beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They did not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
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