““Jim Connor’s gravel bathed vocal is the perfect vehicle for his emotionally raw, whiskey lived, sometimes quirky, but always honest lyrics.”
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At the Crossroads
Rolling down the freeway, ain't nothin' free no mo'
Looking for the road signs, all I see are damn detours
Drift into the fast lane, seems I'm running blind
Thought I was in Paradise, but I see I'm doin' Time
It Was a Bad Day
Bullets are flyin', children are dyin'
Mother's are cryin', it was a bad day
You run in the night, your lookin' to fight
Ain't nothin' goes right, it was a bad day
You ain't got a cent, you can't pay the rent
The monies been spent, it was a bad day
There’s fire in the sky, the engines roll by
You let out a sigh, it was a bad day
You don’t know your dad, you wish that you had
And now you’re just mad, it was a bad day
They give you a number…
and they take away your name
And you say it's all the same, it was a bad day
It was a bad day
It was a bad day
Heaven Is a Ghostown
Thirty-dollar motel, a place we know too well
Sometimes hunger is stronger than shame
Broken angels drink poison water
Seeking refuge in the valley of pain…
Our bodies touch throughout the night
We speak of love, you hold me tight
I close my eyes, I hear you breathe
Secretly I know, I can never leave
Oh no, oh no…
Love is a gamble, you hold my heart
The deal was good right from the start
You whisper softly, you're as soft as you're hard
You give me love, your highest card
I remember the day I got the call
It was summer, or was it fall?
You died from living, you lived to die
Now heaven is a ghost town where angels cry
What we felt makes blind men see
And that's the way it was between you and me
Oh no, oh no…
Heaven is a ghost town
Heaven is a ghost town
Heaven is a ghost town
Heaven is a ghost town
At The Crossroads
Standing at the crossroads of Paradise and Time
The traffic from my yesterdays…
Jambs my piece of mind
Sifting through the pieces of the wreckage in my head
There's a head-on collision, dead ahead
Backup; left or right;
Stand on the brakes or run the light?
I'm at the crossroads
Rolling down the freeway, ain't nothin' free no mo'
Looking for the road signs, all I see are damn detours
Drift into the fast lane, seems I'm running blind
Thought I was in Paradise, but I see I'm doin' Time
Right turn, nothin's left,
Pedal to the floor run through hell instead
I'm at the crossroads
When I get to the horizon, nor sure what I'll do
I got no time to wonder…
There's darkness in my rearview
Will I get to heaven? Hell, it's really hard to say
I'm at the crossroads, I can go either way