PIECE OF THE PUZZLE don’t you want to start the whole thing over; is that something that you’d admit? ‘cause when we try to piece the puzzle together, we’re a couple that don’t fit (repeat) don’t you ever want to fall in love— don’t you ever want to get it? don’t you ever want to fall in love— like a dog that looks in the mirror for the first time? (repeat) the postman must’ve called in sick; the phone lines must’ve been down; my mother must’ve neglected to mention the fact that you came around the store must’ve run out of birthday cards your pencil must’ve run out of lead the postmaster sold the last postage stamp as your fax machine went dead so you hired a private dancer and you left all your cares behind; but you know there’s no easy answer to the question that’s on our minds (repeat) so, here we are, running down that same old road again don’t you ever want it? a piece of the puzzle, put the puzzle together— are we gonna give it a try at least? are we ever gonna piece the puzzle back together, or we forever just missing a piece of the puzzle… (repeat to fade) • patrickfoster.com music/lyrics © 1/20/1995

SAYING GOODBYE you always say goodbye, but have you ever heard of trying to change your mind? try some other word to cover up the truth— i’m trying to stop you saying goodbye quarter past the hour: i’m staying up all night; i’m singing in the shower, trying to get it right— trying to let you know, trying to stop you saying goodbye hold me in your hand, kiss me in the garden; never understand, if you beg my pardon; trying to get it right, trying to stop you saying goodbye the stars say grace and take their place at the dinner table on high; you say hello, but then you go you’re always saying goodbye, and i don’t know why if we ever fight, don’t get mad—get even you’re the one who’s right: i’m the one who’s leaving trying to let you know, trying to stop you saying goodbye you say, “i don’t know,” so i’ll take my chances when you’re all alone, i can see you dancing trying to let you know, trying to stop you saying goodbye but in the end, you go again of course i don’t even try to meet you where? you don’t care we’re always saying goodbye— and time just goes by don’t even try, don’t change your mind, don’t even try, don’t say goodbye later you’re alone; i can see you dialing when you’re on the phone, i can see you smiling— i wonder what he’s like i kind of wish that i was that guy so i’m trying to let you know, but your phone’s always busy • patrickfoster.com music/lyrics © 1/20/1995

EAGLE FENDER Eagle fender it got dented as i stood in line at neighborhood drugstore i was buying firewood i drove back onto the sidewalk and across the neighborhood my Eagle fender it got dented pretty good it’s never easy to get your car unbent there’s no such thing as “’twas just an accident” it’s not a flying car regardless of its name maybe it glides if it rides off a cliff depending on your aim but aviation’s for the birds if i might coin a phrase i’d much prefer unpopular to single entendres oh great, it’s raining we’re starting our descent fasten your seatbelts well who’s to blame? your car got dented and who’s got the guts to say it: you should’ve rented? you should have rented! Eagle fender it’s a low-down cryin’ shame regardless of how much Bondo it will never look the same barely street legal, a profile in courage my fragile Eagle i drive it like a badge • patrickfoster.com music © 1/20/1995 lyrics © 2016

PSYCHOLOGY there’s no light on the answering machine— i can’t believe it’s this late; got dressed up in my Sunday best just to wait and everytime someone walked in the lounge at the time and place we’d agreed— i never got to look at the book i pretended to read i’m no good at this; take a look—i can’t read you like a book; spell it out for me: make it clear i understand that your no-show tonight is no cause to be concerned, but every time we get this close we get diminishing returns so think of all the trains i’ll miss while waiting for this one that took a detour or got derailed it ain’t ever gonna come i’m no good at this; take a look—i can’t read you like a book; so it’s fun, fun, fun ‘til the cows come home i’m confused beyond belief— we’re having too much fun together to see the real underneath it’s fun, fun, fun ‘til the cows come home i’m confused beyond belief— we’re having too much fun together to see the real underneath you must know what you’re doing to me you know i’ll keep hanging around; i know there are other fish in the sea, but throw me a rope or else i’m gonna drown there’s one light on the answering machine— i didn’t even hear the phone my heart fell for the false alarm of a dial tone i’ll leave that certain table for two with one empty chair and one last time, look over my shoulder— but of course, no one’s there • patrickfoster.com music/lyrics © 1/20/1995

WHATEVER, WHATEVER that’s just the way it goes: you’re not supposed to cry at all welcome to the nineties, the real world— that’s just the way it is: i turned around; where did you go? quarter past yesterday, and you were just some girl that i knew that i’d know, but the time was never right; it may be a cliché, but it says just what i want to say: whatver whatever— it’s the way we’re made to feel i never say never, but the world “says boy, get real: get real and compromise; get real; it’s never gonna be” whatever, whatever...yeah, whatever i guess i’ll sentence myself to living in this world just cut my hair, suit and tie—i just might— keep telling myself there’s no terms like somebody else’s: settle down, boy, play by the rules and you’ll have a happy… or maybe i’ll start going to church again, ‘cause some say somebody’s got a plan up there, but a plan, seems to me, is never gonna change much and what is meant will happen, and what is not will never be things are the way they are ‘cause of the way those things have been cancelled my one o’clock, although i had my doubts i had that dream again: a street of houses without doors except for yours—and why, i never found out your lips don’t say a word, it’s just your eyes that sometimes smile— and silly me, waiting for something; i’ll be waiting for a while whatever, whatever— this feeling will pass; ten years from now i’ll lay awake at night and think: what the hell did i do wrong? am i ever gonna get it right? whatever, whatever; goodnight. • patrickfoster.com music/lyrics © 1/20/1995

WONDERFUL we know the way you feel you’re running from something that’s not real you had a hard time we tried to throw you off our trail it is how hard you tried, or did we mean to fail? we foresee your next move you’re running from something you can’t prove is happening to you jealous in wonderland we tried to throw you our advice wouldn’t advise you stand where lightning’s known to strike…twice! wouldn’t advise you stand where lightning’s known to strike because it’s wonderful it’s magical but if we rock too many boats it won’t be here at all it’s terrible you’re wasting our time look around you and we’ll look around too • patrickfoster.com © 1994/5

TREEHOUSE you were halfway down the aisle when he said he could not commit hey, what happened to your smile? I thought that you were over it i’ll admit—i could see a silver lining when when you relinquished the ring i knew that he was history then you called off the whole thing recycled the RSVPs, saved a tree, so i could go out on a limb this time… but oh—no—i’ll sit ‘til i can’t forget there’s no reason in the world for you to build your castle here there’s no trees left in the woods there’s nothing but a treehouse wierdo hear no evil better safe than in my company but oh—no—you sit there so i can’t forget excuse me you seem to have neglected to use me only as directed • patrickfoster.com © 1994/5