New show dates have been released!

Thu, Feb 08

Palace Theatre New York

New York, NY

Fri, Feb 09

Toyota Oakdale Theatre

Wallingford, CT

Alliant Energy PowerHouse

Sat, Feb 10

MGM Music Hall at Fenway

Thu, Mar 07

Fri, Mar 08

Sat, Mar 09

Thu, Apr 11

Cedar Rapids, IA

Think Like You Think

After The Fire

I staggered down the hall to our bed
She helped steady me and said
How can you think like you think
Turn around and drink like you drink
You can barely stand up when you kneel down to pray

William and Wanda

After The Fire

William, I’ve so much to say
I started us a garden when I got here that June day
William, c’mon this way
Meet our little boy that died on his birthday

AFTER THE FIRE

After The Fire

I’m not sure if this is a prayer or if it’s plea
Beggin’ or hopin’ or my insanity
You’re my first clean breath after the fire
You’re the cool drink of water my soul requires

The Wanting

Better lost in love
Than never tried at all
I have found, in this life
There’s are two ways can fall
I wish I could start it over
Wishing don’t mean much
If only the wanting was enough

Same Kind of Crazy As Me

The Wanting

You can’t tell me where or when
So I’ll just pray that when I’m done
I meet the Father and the Son, and
If I’m right they’ll be
The same kind of crazy as me

WHICH ONE I FEED

The Wanting

I am the hunted and I am the hunter
I am the feast and the famine, the hunger
I am the eagle screaming for peace
While the beasts on the inside sharpen their teeth

MUST BE THE WHISKEY

LIFERS

I’ve been drinkin’ to remember and drinkin’ to forget
I got “I love you” on my mind, I got Jim Beam on my breath
And loneliness has got the rest, I’ve got nothin’ left within me
It must be the whiskey

LOUD AND HEAVY

ADOBE SESSIONS

Loud thunder heavy rain
Thin line between joy and pain
It’s a long strange trip it’s all insane
You ain’t never gonna be the same
Living life through the night
Thin line of a lightning strike
Sometimes the only light
When the moon is tucked away

HIPPIES AND COWBOYS

LESS WISE

Raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys
They don’t care about no trends
They don’t care about songs that sell
Yeah, tomorrow I’ll be gone
So tonight everybody just sing along
Raising hell with the hippies and the cowboys

I’M NOT THE DEVIL

I’m not the devil you think that I am
It ain’t no excuse, but I’m just a man
I slipped and I fell, it got outta hand
But I’m not the devil you think that I am