Lyrics

Stay Awake
1. Flight I
2. Running Scared
3. Out of Time
4. Flight II
5. Break Free
6. Penultimate Warning
7. Last Warning
8. Contained
9. My Private Asylum
10. The Grinder’s Tale
11. Where Is Bobby McGee?
12. Flight III
13. Crossing The Bar

1. Flight I
(music by Nelson Pavlosky)

2. Running Scared
(words and music by Brian Rose)

Hey!

I get scared
That I might never be lonely again.
I get scared ‘cause
If that’s true I could lose my friend.

Hey, my friend.
Yeah, my friends, they play in the dirt.
They look down.
They can look down at their shirts.
And they might see their blood, but they know they’re not hurt.

Got to be running,
And we’ve been running.
Now, I’m not.
What you say?
(Hey, hey, hey!)
And I’ve been running.
I’ve been thinking that,
(Hey, yeah)
Well, it’s all that I got.

I get tired
Of the kids making noise in the street.
I get tired.
I get so tired standing here on my feet.

Well, when they see you,
Yeah, they got to see you stand tall.
So you got to be sure
You can get alone if you fall.
I got to go now. I got to save y’all.

Got to be running,
And I’ve been running.
Now, I’m not.
What you say?
(Hey, hey, hey!)
And I’ve been running,
And I’ve been thinking that,
(Hey, yeah)
Yeah, that’s all that I got.

Ah, what you got?
(Hey, hey, hey!)
Come on, come on. Help me out.

Wait, I got one more.

Hey! I’ve been running,
And I’ve been running.
It’s alright!
It’s OK!
(Hey, hey, hey!)
And I’ve been running.
Well, that’s all that I got.
(Hey, yeah)
That’s all I got.

I’m not scared.
I say, I just can’t lose. (I’ve been running!)
I’m not a-scared to walk around here
Without-a no socks and no shoes.

But I still get scared.
Yeah, I get scared just standing on the ground.
And I get tired.
See, I get tired from sitting down.
That’s all I got for now. See you around.

Got to be running,
And I’ve been running.
Now, I’m not.
Huh? Do it.
(Hey, hey, hey!)
And I’ve been running.
I’ve been thinking that,
(Hey, yeah)
Yeah, that’s all that I got.

Hey, I’ve been running.
It’s alright! It’s OK!
What you say!?!?
What you say!?!?
(Hey, hey, hey!)
And I’ve been running…
…
(Hey, yeah)
And that’s all I got now.

Oh, run it.
(Hey, yeah)
Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.
(Hey, yeah)
It’s all I got now.
(Hey, yeah)
Huh, what you got now?
(Hey, yeah)
Ah, get out now!

(Hey!!! Hey, hey, hey.)

(Hey!)
(Hey.)

3. Out of Time
(words and music by Brian Rose)

When the light appears at the edge of the sky, you can see the problem with me.
That is just what someone looking toward his day should see.
I see it, now, from the other side. I’m about to go to sleep.
I got nothing done today, but I’m thinking maybe sometime next week.
Yeah, but maybe I’m…
… I’m running out of time.

Squeeze the car shut, and no more goes inside.
And anything that’s less important gets left behind.
And we say, “I’ll probably see you further toward the other end,
“And all the dumb shit we’ve done can all be done again.”
But for that kind of thing, I’m…
… I’m running out of time.

Once hopped the fence to the pool, in the winter when it snowed,
Just to see what the place would look like then. Guess now I can say I know.
That’s good, ‘cause there’s no snow days now, and I should stay alert.
I could use a little more money. Guess that means I could use a little more work.
Yo, heh heh.

4. Flight II
(music by Nelson Pavlosky)

5. Break Free
(words and music by Nelson Pavlosky)

I’ve been longing for a show of affection,
An honest smile, a crack in the wall,
But you’ve given me nothing to warm my soul with.
I cannot take your kindness anymore.

Now, you say you love me. It’s too late.
I’ve risen to another state.
I want someone I can relate to.
I only irritate you.
You only suffocate me.
I guess it’s time you set me free.

I remember how we used to be together,
But now it’s gone. There’s just nothing to say.
I dreamed about you, kept your picture near me,
Long after you cut me off and pushed me away.

Go!

I don’t know why I let you abuse me,
Or why I kept crawling back for more,
But it’s over now. I’m finally leaving.
I’m not quite sure what I hung around for.

Now, you cannot tie me to your side.
This hunger won’t be pacified.
I need someone I can relate to.
I only irritate you.
You only suffocate me.
I guess it’s time you set…
You say you love me. It’s too late.
I’ve risen to another state.
I want someone I can relate to.
I only irritate you.
You only suffocate me.
I guess it’s time you set me free, yeah.

6. Penultimate Warning
(music by Brian Rose)

7. Last Warning
(words and music by Brian Rose)

I take so much, but do not overestimate.
Just ‘cause I say I tolerate,
Well, that don’t mean it please me.
It should only be so easy.

(WARNING) Hello, and good morning.
I fear that this is your very last warning.
I’m very impatient. You’re very boring.
(WARNING) Hello, and good morning.

(WARNING) Hello, and good morning.
I fear that this is your very last warning.
I’m growing impatient. You’re growing boring.
(WARNING) Hello, and good morning.

(WARNING) Yeah, hello, and good morning.
I fear that this is your very last warning.
I’m very impatient. You’re very boring.
(WARNING) Hello sunshine, good morning.

Wooo!

8. Contained
(words and music by Nelson Pavlosky)

Sometimes, I’ve been thinking
That if I cordoned off my mind,
Then, I could hold my thoughts inside.
Then, I could hold my thoughts inside.

And if I boarded up my mouth,
And then I papered shut my eyes,
Then, you would only see my lies.
Then, you would only see my lies,

Because I’d hold myself inside.
Because I’d hold myself inside.

Yeah, if you ask me, I’ll tell you
That seeing is an art
Best practiced in the dark.
Best practiced in the dark.

Yeah, if you ask me, I’ll tell you
That living is a farce
Best played without a heart.
Best played without a heart.

That’s why I hold myself inside. Ha, ha, I…
That’s why I hold myself inside.

9. My Private Asylum
(words by Brian Rose, music by Nelson Pavlosky)

Give me action. Give me motion.
Free public supply of suntan lotion.
All that’s mine gets used up
Before it becomes someone else’s good luck.
I’m not finished, yet. Not even close to it.
Don’t make me rush. I don’t find this funny.
Got to find a helpful associate,
Ask which button I can push to get my money.

But I wish I could just be paid in kind
With anything that could erase my mind,
And they’ll drag me away to my private asylum.
Oh, what a relief when that day is come.

Give it to me, what you should know I need
If I’m just made of asphalt and bones.
A sandwich. And a cigarette.
Not one quiet moment alone.
I’m not finished with you, not even close to it.
I’m in a terrible rush. I don’t find this funny.
(Please wait for one of our helpful associates.)
Which button do I push to get my money?

But I wish I could be paid in kind
With anything that could erase my mind,
And they’ll drag me away to my private asylum.
Oh, what a relief when that day is come.

Oh, just pay me in kind
With anything that can erase my mind,
And they’ll drag me away to my private asylum.
Oh, what a relief when that day is come.

What a relief when that day comes.

10. The Grinder’s Tale
(words by Brian Rose, music by Tyler Currier, Nelson Pavlosky and Brian Rose)

With this hand, I’ve posted blinds a hundred thousand times.
Yeah, been ‘bout that many rounds.
After a while, don’t feel as much
The ups and downs.
Stack’s high, my heart don’t pound.
Stack’s down, I don’t pout.
And all these squares sit down.
Think they can draw me out?
They believe
That it matters what they do.
But, for all their superstitions,
Each card remains one in fifty-two.

Yeah, well, they come and go.
Funny, how they can’t even see
That what they believe
Is not the same as what they know.

Sometimes wonder, though I know
This is no place you’d visit.
Think maybe soon I’ll just run into you.
Well, that’s not so bright. Now, is it?
I do well, and you should see.
Checks dance so erratic, somehow still settle with me.
I believe
That there was another track.
But that train’s pulled away now,
And I got nothing now. Nothing for to drag that back.

Yeah, and I’ve had my go.
Funny, when you can’t even see
That what you believe
Is not the same as what you know.

I take my hit, but I keep grinding on.

GRINDER: “Make it two.”
DEALER: “Two bets.”
GRINDER: “Nah, I know you don’t have it. Lay down, kid.”

11. Where Is Bobby McGee?
(words and music by Brian Rose)

Come on, sit down. Talk a minute.
I know being left is hard to take,
And if you let it get to you,
You can make some mistakes.
So don’t you say such stupid things.
You might be surprised.
Could be giving up more tomorrows
Than you realize.

Bobby McGee can have his freedom.
Let it go. You don’t need ‘em.
Yeah, he can have his freedom.
You don’t need ‘em. Don’t need ‘em at all.

Well, I once knew a guy,
Knew he wouldn’t harm a fly.
So, rest of the kids,
We let him hang with us.
Sure, the man was good for the feel-good times,
But he never earned my trust.
Not at all.
Whoa, not at all. So I say

Bobby McGee can have his freedom.
I’ve let it go. We don’t need it.
Yeah, he can have his freedom.
He can have his freedom if he wants. All that he wants.

So don’t envy a man ‘cause he says he’s unbound.
Be grateful to find people who’ll tie you down.
Why be always on the move
If you ain’t going nowhere?
And the home he’s supposed to find,
Well, could be just hot air.
Some people better grab on
To something, soon.
Before they float on off away
Like when some kid lets go of a balloon.
Yeah,
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, and I say

Bobby McGee can have his freedom.
Let it go. I don’t need it.
Yeah, he can have his freedom.
He can have his freedom if he wants.

[scat singing]

Yeah, I’m young. I got nothing to lose.
I owe nothing to no one, ‘cept to sing the blues.
Look ahead, wonder where I’ll be.
…
And where, after all of it,
Where is Bobby McGee?
Yeah, where did it get you now,
Bob?

[scat singing]

Yeah, if you want.
Yeah.
If you want. If you want.
If you want.
Hey, now.

12. Flight III
(music by Nelson Pavlosky)

13. Crossing the Bar
(words by Alfred Tennyson, music by Nelson Pavlosky and Brian Rose)

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

When I embark;

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crossed the bar.