“The Dark Lovely” (Words and Music by Jon Fickes) Cars are crashing, Trains are smashing Rivers freezing, Oceans bleeding The Moon is deflating like so many Balloons And its so hot in this Room For I am finshed and gone, gone... The Heavenly Choir is singing Dirges And an old man is dying alone in Brooklyn Oh, I’ll not speak in Words I’ll speak in Flowers And spite all the consonants wasting my hours For I am finished and gone, gone... Rodeo Popcorn and black, black Coffee On that pier above the water so Haunted and Cloudy Oh, Come to me in The Dark Lovely... And flash me that picture of when we were both so young...

“’66 Chevelle” (Words and Music by Bradley Wik) There's a dark cloud that’s rolling in And I can hear that thunder off in the distance But Tonight I’m gonna ride this old Highway, all the way down And find that little girl who stole my heart so many years ago I’m leaving New York behind And coming Home to find... My Love, My Love I’m coming Home And many Nights I’ve tried to go back to our younger days Listenin’ to the Stones in her daddy’s car Out on some Lost Highway And we’d just pull that car off to the side of the road And we’d drink and we’d kiss and we’d talk about the future We were so young just then In the back of her daddy’s ’66 Chevelle Baby Blue And I loved that car, but I still love you... My Love, My Love I’m coming Home And this is for all the Girls, just losing themselves in the backseats of old parked cars They never knew what they were looking for or just how far And this is for all the Boys, who always talked so big but couldn’t see so clear Behind all those cheap cigarettes and warm beer My Love, My Love I’m Coming Home...

“This Old House” (Words and Music by Bradley Wik) She only tells lies til the liquor hits her lips She only moves so quiet til the music shakes her hips But she’s already looking around for someone new to kiss She only sings the songs everybody loves She only whispers words she knows I’m thinking of But she’s already looking around for someone to take my place Just a different name and a different face... The City Lights they lit her up And she forgot just who she was And I know that she wants to go But she won’t go alone And sometimes you got to go alone... And her Love is like This Old House I ain’t the first and I won’t be the last Everything beautiful someday comes to pass But I ain’t the first and I won’t be the last You can see the scratches and holes in the walls Just painted over when the new boys come to call... The City Lights they lit her up And she forgot just who she was And I know that she wants to go But she won’t go alone And sometimes you got to go alone...

“Midwest Winters” (Words and Music by Bradley Wik) You can hear the plows at two-thirty in the morning But by the time you go to work everything will be covered again And as you park the car you can see that morning sun But it will already be gone by the time your work is done Those Midwest Winters will suck your soul away You can try to wash it off on the banks of the Mississippi River but those Midwest Winters will suck your soul away... I remember staring out at the fields of white in the morning Knowing everything would change but not knowing when And we only prayed on the brightest stars in the sky Hoping God would let us stay kids but He never did And now we know why Cause those Midwest Winters will suck your soul away You can try to wash it off on the banks of the Mississippi River but those Midwest Winters will suck your soul away...

“She Will Never Return to Me” (Words and Music by Bradley Wik) With her eyes like Sailor’s Stars through a night so sad and still She paints a Silver Ghost on a broken window sill And on from the summer she finds her Saintly Will But She Will Never Return to Me... She whispers and fades like a man she once knew And dances with the Poets with bells in their shoes She hits all the notes when she hums the tunes But She Will Never Return to Me... She’s dreaming of a Church so high above the Sea With its purple windows looking down the hall to me But I will always fall and she will always be Just out of reach riding on through the Winter I kissed her in the Parlour with the moonlight fading fast The chandelier now glistening said “Nothing ever lasts” But I’m dreaming of a Shadow And I’m still dreaming of the Past Cause She Will Never Return to Me...

“Friday Night is for the Drinkers” (Words and Music by Bradley Wik) The Lonely Girls walk with their heads hung down They don’t want to look any of the Boys in the eye The Lonely Girls walk with their heads hung down They’re just a little too scared to ask any of them Boys for a ride Sometimes it feels like the whole City is coming down on you... And I think of all the Girls trying to find a way back home And all those Broken Promises that left them alone... All the Boys with the cars at all the Downtown bars They never go home alone All the Boys with the cars at all the Downtown bars They never go home alone But sometimes it feels like the whole City is coming down on you... And I think of all the Girls trying to find a way back home And all those Broken Promises that left them alone... And all those Girls from the City they all look so pretty in their Summer Clothes And those Long Island Girls they always act as if they know Those Girls from the Bronx they leave early But they always show you a good time But those Brooklyn Girls they don’t even come out unless you get’em a ride... Friday Night is for the Drinkers trying to shake off the week And Saturday Night is for all the Boys and Girls trying to find someplace new to sleep...

“I am not Afraid” (Words and Music by Bradley Wik) Babe, I know tonight that your thoughts are not with me But if you still feel uncertain Then baby call on me And baby call on me cause I am not Afraid... And baby watch me run through those waving fields Where I was born, Lord, so many years ago And Baby watch me run cause I am not Afraid... Baby, do you still Do you still believe in God? Every Sunday morning you, me, your brother and your mom But I never touched the Water That Wine never wet my lips But I still believe that God could have saved us from all this... Babe, remember me cause I am not Afraid...

“Just Like Jon Fickes” (Words and Music by Bradley Wik) I met her two weeks before she died She took the train out from Chicago She rode in on the back of a dream of a Folk Music Scene that died back in ’63 Her dusty old broken beat-up guitar case said that she was true, but that’s just between me and you And you could hear it in her voice that she had really lived it, not just read it in some old, cracked novel or a folk song And she was just like me when she came out to the City She was too young to know but man, oh man, she hated the snow... She came looking for the songs she came looking for the moon but she had everything and man, she knew She was a pretty Midwestern Girl just looking for a Home And it was Jon who said that she was “Just Like Odysseus” Too far from Home and waiting for her deliverance And I guess he was right... She wandered around the Village for days looking for what it had so many years ago But all she found was Rich Kids and Hangers-on and those winter winds were cold Then she made her way over to Greenpoint, Brooklyn That’s where I heard those songs But it wouldn’t be long... She sang about the year she spent in Chicago and how those Midwest Winters will suck your soul She was a kindred spirit and it warmed my heart just to hear it... She came looking for the songs she came looking for the moon but she had everything and man, she knew She was a pretty Midwestern Girl just looking for a Home And it was Jon who said that she was “Just Like Odysseus” Too far from Home and waiting for her deliverance And I guess he was right... She always closed her eyes when she would sing Like she couldn’t help but remember all the pain And she moved just like an Angel up there with that guitar in her hands And all the Boys, all the Boys they all wanted to be her man... She came looking for the songs she came looking for the moon but she had everything and man, she knew She was a pretty Midwestern Girl just looking for a Home And it was Jon who said that she was “Just Like Odysseus” Too far from Home and waiting for her deliverance And I guess he was right... And she sang like she knew too much Like she’d never been in love You could hear it in her soul That she’d spent too many years just trying to find a Home Now, her name it only comes up over drinks at the Winchester Nobody else seems to remember her...