Dabek

Dabek

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Pickin Away the Time

Written By: Mark Dabek

Pickin Away The Time

He's just sittin there with a quitar in his hand
Thinkin' bout the life he's a-tried to understand
Just a-pickin' away time that's left to spend

And he thinks of all the folks up North,
And how he'd like to make that trip
And he seems to get a far-off look
And a smile comes to his lips

An' he thinks of all his yesterdays
And how they quickly all went by
And he seems to get that far-off look
And a tear comes to his eyes

He's just sittin there with a quitar in his hand
Thinkin' bout the life he's a-tried to understand
Just pickin' away time that's left to spend

And it wasn't long ago, you know,
When the work was mighty hard
He'd look all day to find some work
Up and down the boulevard.

But he's going to bed early tonight,
It seems he hurt his back
And it seems there'll be a moon tonight
In the Farmer's Almanac.

He's just sittin there with a quitar in his hand
Thinkin' bout the life he's a-tried to understand
Just pickin' away time that's left to spend
Just pickin' away time that's left to spend

Emmett Haskins Farm

Written By: Mark Dabek

Out there in Kansas, where the wild wind blows,
Out there on a side road where no one ever goes,
There on the front porch he will be,
And on the front gate is a sign that reads:
"This is Emmett Haskins Farm"

For forty years now, he's tilled the soil,
He raised a family, a girl and two boys.
Well, he and Emily nearly built that place,
Made a little money and put some lines on his face.
This is Emmett Haskins Farm.

Oh, Emmett, now there's no time to cry.
It's time to say your very last goodbye.
Oh, Emmett, take your hat, say goodbye,
We're going to meet the great midwestern sky.

In his photo album, there he is as a boy,
When he married Emily, Oh she was such a joy.
But none of the family come round much anymore,
And Michael, he's gone off to some Asian war.

Emily died in 1963,
And when she left she said "Oh Emmett, I was pleased"
You can see him as he sits there each day,
Just watching the sun come and go on its way.

Oh, Emmett, now there's no time to cry.
It's time to say your very last goodbye.
Oh, Emmett, take your hat, say goodbye,
We're going to meet the great midwestern sky.

Out there in Kansas, where the wild wind blows,
Out there on a side road where no one ever goes,
There on the front porch where he used to be,
Lyin' by the rocker is the sign that reads:
"This is Emmett Haskins farm"

Warmth of Your Smile

Written By: Mark Dabek

Oh, the moon is rising up over the hill
And I see the light
Is lingering still in my eyes,
In my eyes.
Making me realize. Making me come alive
To who I really am.
Well life is sometimes so much like a play
We're all actors on a stage,
Acting the parts that we play
But they aren't the same,
As anyone else's game
And anyone else's game
Is not the way for me.

Oh, let me stay here,
In the warmth of your smile,
Where it's always safe and warm
and the light is always on.

Oh I know there's a drifter
He's somewhere deep in my past
There is someone,
Who thought he could be first and last,
Ah, but then, he started it all again,
Trying to make amends for all the things he'd done.
I know that sometimes, I might drift away
I'm right here beside you, what more can I say
'Cept that I can see, Oh nobody else with me.
You are the one I see when e'er I think o love.

Oh, let me stay here,
In the warmth of your smile,
Where it's always safe and warm
and the light is always on.