The things we never say Keep ringing in my ears Keep bringing up all the ways That I can't stop thinking about my fears We keep piling on the days Until they turn into years And the things we never say They just keep ringing in our ears We make our peace, we make our love We make our deals with above We search our heart, we speak our mind We rehearse our part, we recite our lines We hold our breath, we hold our tongue We defy our death, we eat our young We make our peace, we make our love We make our deals with above The things we never say Keep ringing in my ears Keep bringing up all the ways That I can't stop thinking about my fears We keep piling on the days Until they turn into years And the things we never say They just keep ringing in our ears We spend our days, we earn our keep We find our way, we lose our sleep We punch our clock, we pay our bills We take our stock, we hone our skills We climb our walls, we clear our heads We screen our calls, we adjust our meds We spend our days, we earn our keep We find our way, we lose our sleep The things we never say Keep ringing in my ears Keep bringing up all the ways That I can't stop thinking about my fears We keep piling on the days Until they turn into years And the things we never say They just keep ringing in our ears We cast our vote, we cast our net We voice our hope, we hedge our bets We pledge our time, we take our cue We toe our line, we state our views We demand our rights, we right our wrongs We give up the fight, we write our songs We cast our vote, we cast our net We voice our hope, we hedge our bets The things we never say Keep ringing in my ears Keep bringing up all the ways That I can't stop thinking about my fears We keep piling on the days Until they turn into years And the things we never say They just keep ringing in our ears

Today I was downtown, I ran into a friend I hadn’t seen or heard from him in quite some time We talked about the things we’d done and where we’d been It was really kind of weird, ‘cause just this morning he had crossed my mind That happens all the time You get a song stuck in your head that you haven’t heard for years You turn on the radio, and it’s the first song that you hear If you think about it, this town is just like outer space If you take away all the buildings and the solid ground Eliminate the gravity and just float around Faces and words come drifting by like cosmic debris You see what passes by You try to gather clues to determine where you are Sit back, enjoy the view and simply drift among the stars Last night it was so cold that when I went outside There was a thin crust of frozen moonlight on the field Everything was blue, it was so surreal It was so bright that I was casting shadows in the dark I looked up in the sky I saw the big dipper just above the treeline It hung just like a question mark I don’t know what to make of all of this I don’t know what it means I don’t know if there’s some message here Aimed pointedly at me But I’m walking through a forest Or is it swimming in a sea? Of random scattered images Of cosmic debris

If you bury me Won’t you make it good and deep And scatter through this dusty world The things I cannot keep And if you burn my body Won’t you make my fire hot And let my sparks go flying ‘round The dreams that I forgot I’m already home I’m already up and gone She talks to goats, she gathers scraps That’s how she spends her days She carries cans of chicken scratch And snoozes in the hay And after all these 80 years She’s still amazed by the sky She beams just like a little girl Staring up into God’s eye She’s already home She’s already up and gone The day my daddy died We all gathered ‘round It was just like watching A feather settle down His hands and dreams grew icy cold It was time for him to rise When the moment finally came He opened up his eyes He’s already home He’s already up and gone Miss Emily A. Brown Was born in 1844 She died in ‘65 Just 21 years old I walked across her grave one day I was on my way to work They had carved two roses in her stone I brushed away the dirt So if you bury me Won’t you make it good and deep And scatter through this dusty world The things I cannot keep And if you burn my body Won’t you make my fire hot And let my sparks go flying ‘round The dreams that we forgot We're all already home We're already up and gone We’re all already home We’re already up and gone

Nic Arp--songs, vocals, guitar Jose Manaligod--accordion Tara McGovern--fiddle, vocals Brad Pouleson--mandolin, uillean pipes Jim Rossen--harmonica