The Naked Ride Home 2002 The Naked Ride Home | The Night Inside Me | Casino Nation | For Taking The Trouble | Never Stop | Walking Town | About My Imagination | Sergio Leone | Don't You Want To Be There | My Stunning Mystery Companion The Naked Ride Home Just take off your clothes and I’ll drive you home I said Knowing she never could pass on a dare And knowing it sounded more desperate than reckless or bold I just put it out there cold, too far gone to care My eyes on the road, she slid herself down in the seat And a vision of paradise swung into view Across those five lanes not one driver glanced over to see The beauty known only to me, and a big-rig or two On that freeway the light was receding Her beauty, a sight so misleading I failed to hear the heart that was beating alone On the naked ride home With the trace of a smile and that defiant look in her eye She hurtled through space in a world of her own And turning aside my caress, spoke of all that she’d not yet done As if I was the doubting one who would have to be shown On that freeway the light was receding Her beauty, a sight so misleading I failed to hear the heart that was beating alone On the naked ride home She gathered her clothes And ran through the yard in the dark Up onto the porch like a flash, and inside Then one room at a time I watched every light in our house come on Like the truth that would eventually dawn Forcing me to decide But on that freeway the light was receding Her beauty, a sight so misleading I failed to hear the heart that was beating alone On the naked ride home Words and music by Jackson Browne © 2002 Swallow Turn Music ASCAP All Rights Reserved The Night Inside Me I used to lay out in a field under the Milky Way With everything that I was feeling that I could not say With every doubt and every sorrow that was in my way Tearing around inside my head like it was there to stay Night in my eyes, the night inside me There where the shadows and the night could hide me Night in my eyes Sky full of stars turning over me Waiting for night to set me free I caught a ride into the city every chance I got I wasn’t sure there was a name for the life I sought Now I’m a long way gone down the life I got I don’t know how I believed some of the things I thought Night in my eyes, the night inside me Here where the shadows gather to decide me Night in my eyes Out at the end of light and gravity Waiting for night It takes the night to clear all of this mess away The obligation, the burden and the light of day It takes the night to fall between the world I obey And a world where I hear angels play Maybe I should go back to Spain I walk around inside the questions of my day I navigate the inner reaches of my disarray I pass the altars where fools and thieves hold sway I wait for night to come and lift this dread away Night in my eyes, the night inside me Here where the shadows and the light divide me Night in my eyes Night full of promise and uncertainty Waiting for night to set me free Lyrics by Jackson Browne Music by Jackson Browne, Kevin McCormick, Mark Goldenberg, Mauricio Lewak, Jeff Young © 2002 Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP; Eye Cue Music, ASCAP; Bossypants Music/Songs of Windswept Pacific, BMI; Bateria Music, ASCAP; Glad Brad Music, Inc., ASCAP All Rights Reserved Casino Nation In a weapons producing nation under Jesus In the fabled crucible of the free world Camera crews search for clues amid the detritus And entertainment shapes the land The way the hammer shapes the hand Gleaming faces in the checkout counter at the Church of Fame The lucky winners cheer Casino Nation All those not on TV Only have themselves to blame And don't quite seem to understand The way the hammer shapes the hand Out beyond the ethernet the spectrum spreads DC to daylight, the cowboy mogul rides Never worry where the gold for all this glory's gonna come from Get along dogies, it's coming out of your hides The intentional cultivation of a criminal class The future lit by brightly burning bridges Justice fully clothed to hide the heart of glass That shatters in a thousand Ruby Ridges And everywhere the good prepare for perpetual war And let their weapons shape the plan The way the hammer shapes the hand Lyrics by Jackson Browne Music by Jackson Browne, Kevin McCormick, Mark Goldenberg, Mauricio Lewak, Jeff Young © 2002 Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP; Eye Cue Music, ASCAP; Bossypants Music/Songs of Windswept Pacific, BMI; Bateria Music, ASCAP; Glad Brad Music, Inc., ASCAP All Rights Reserved For Taking The Trouble For taking the trouble, for hanging on and tryin' Now you've been working through the rubble of a shattered mind Yeah Baby, tell me why the tears are falling from your eye Tears of laughter, tears of grief, are they the tears of a captured thief? You thought that you were home free, thought you had her well in hand But there were things about her you didn't understand Yeah Baby, tell me how you're gonna keep that promise now? To live your life without regret and make it work with what you get You didn't then, but now you know When she began to lie - you really should have let her go You're learnin' how to talk about it, you're learnin' how to bend It's like you're learning how to walk all over again Yeah Baby, tell me who you're gonna give your lovin' to? That girl who catches every eye Or the one you can set your compass by You set it by her soulful smile The fire in her eye And the way she goes that extra mile The love you wanted this to be Is somewhere down the line You'll find her eventually Your grandma and her grandma Sittin' 'round heaven discussin' the law Lovin' that girl was not your crime, Livin' without her gonna take some time Lovin' that girl next thing you knew, You'd turned away from the thing you do Lovin' that girl, you couldn't see Living without her gonna make you free Words and music by Jackson Browne © 2002 Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP All Rights Reserved Never Stop There are times when I see you, Baby Looking back the way we came Through some hard places, choices we made You never held me to blame But you had some dreams when you were a girl Some ideas about the world And you see how some things will never be the same (And how some things never change) And I remember how you helped me, Baby And all the times you had my back And how you wrapped me in your sweetness And held my eyes with your eyes When my train was off the track Now I've got some things that I want to do And I want to do them with you If you'll just stand by me, and don't look back And never stop coming up with all of that love for me Never stop coming with your faith in what a love can be Never stop coming up with all of that love Keep on rising above And never stop coming up on the world love wants to see And the world has been showing you how It's no place for your tender heart now In a world that keeps turning you down Only the heart knows where the strength can be found Never stop coming up with all of that love for me Never stop coming with your faith in what a love can be Never stop coming up with all of that love Keep on rising above And never stop coming up on the world love wants to see Remember when you look into my eyes I'm the one who took you by surprise The time has come and gone and come back 'round again And I'm still here to take you by surprise my friend Show me your eyes, tell me again Where you want to go Now the night is glowing beneath your skin And when you smile I'm the richest man I know Lyrics by Jackson Browne Music by Jackson Browne, Kevin McCormick, Mark Goldenberg, Mauricio Lewak, Jeff Young © 2002 Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP; Eye Cue Music, ASCAP; Bossypants Music/Songs of Windswept Pacific, BMI; Bateria Music, ASCAP; Glad Brad Music, Inc., ASCAP All Rights Reserved Walking Town One foot after the other One place pretty much like another Some folks got a pretty good deal Some are just looking for their next meal Out here where the days go by And the glances never meet the eye It's a walking town And I'm just out here walking 'round Walking 'round this walking town You got a house on top of a hill And a powerful automobile The windows up, the AC high In a world of comfort speeding by Stressed out in the latest style How long has it been Since you walked a mile In yours or anybody else's shoes Well, in any life there will be dues It's a walking town And I'm just out here walking 'round Walking 'round this walking town Walking up, walking down Walking back, walking 'round Walking mute, walking bound Walking through your walking town One foot on the concrete shore One foot in the human sea Night falls on the streets of the city And it falls over you and me And all our dreams and our descriptions Of the life this was supposed to be Drift above the rooftops and the houses Until the sunlight finds me where I lay And it's a walking town And I'm back out here walking 'round Walking 'round this walking town Lyrics by Jackson Browne Music by Jackson Browne, Kevin McCormick, Mark Goldenberg, Mauricio Lewak, Jeff Young © 2002 Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP; Eye Cue Music, ASCAP; Bossypants Music/Songs of Windswept Pacific, BMI; Bateria Music, ASCAP; Glad Brad Music, Inc., ASCAP All Rights Reserved About My Imagination I kept my eyes open and tried to see The point of what went on in front of me I kept what moved me, forgot about the rest And took my young imagination to the acid test And it was easy then to say what love could do It's so easy when your world is new It's been so hard sometimes to find my way I let my pleasure lead my little world astray And if I'm truthful I'll say that I was blind To everything about this life but what I had in mind And it was easy then to say where love could go It's so easy when there's so much you don't know About my imagination, it got me through somehow Without my imagination, I wouldn't be here now And it was easy then when love was guaranteed It's so easy when love is all you need About my imagination I'm making this investigation Into my imagination According to my computations We're overdue for a transformation Or is it my imagination? I keep my eyes open and try to see This life in terms of possibility With so much changing, and changing for the worse You got to keep your head up, Baby From the cradle to the hearse And it was easy then to say where love could go It's so easy when love is all you know About my imagination I'm getting ready for the celebration I'm bringing my imagination Taking charge of my elevation No fear, no trepidation Register my affirmation No doubt, no hesitation People get ready for the embarkation About my imagination Calling out across the nation It's time for some kind of re-dedication Not talking 'bout just my generation I'm sending out this invocation I keep getting these excitations More light, more love More truth, and more innovation Lyrics by Jackson Browne Music by Jackson Browne, Kevin McCormick, Mark Goldenberg, Mauricio Lewak, Jeff Young © 2002 Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP; Eye Cue Music, ASCAP; Bossypants Music/Songs of Windswept Pacific, BMI; Bateria Music, ASCAP; Glad Brad Music, Inc., ASCAP All Rights Reserved Sergio Leone He came 'round here with his camera and some of his American friends Where the money is immortal and the killing never ends He set out from Cinecitt through the ruined streets of Rome To shoot in Almeria and bring the bodies home He said I'll be rich or I'll be dead I've got it all here in my head He could see the killers' faces and he heard the song they sang Where he waited in the darkness with the Viale Glorioso gang He could see the blood approaching and he knew what he would be Since the days when he was first assisting The Force of Destiny He worked for Walsh and Wyler with the chariot and sword When he rode out in the desert he was quoting Hawks and Ford He came to see the masters and he left with what he saw What he stole from Kurosawa he bequeathed to Peckinpah From the Via Tuscolana to the view from Miller Drive He shot the eyes of bad men and kept their deaths alive With the darkness and the anguish of a Goya or Van Cleef He rescued truth from beauty and meaning from belief Lyrics by Jackson Browne Music by Jackson Browne, Kevin McCormick, Mark Goldenberg, Mauricio Lewak, Jeff Young © 2002 Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP; Eye Cue Music, ASCAP; Bossypants Music/Songs of Windswept Pacific, BMI; Bateria Music, ASCAP; Glad Brad Music, Inc., ASCAP All Rights Reserved Don't You Want To Be There Don't you want to be there, don't you want to go? Where the light is breaking and the cold clear winds blow Don't you want to be there in the golden glow Don't you want to be there, don't you want to fly? With your arms out, let a shout take you across the sky Don't you want to be there when the time's gone by Times there was love all around you Times you were strong and alone Times you believed love had found you And you fell through time like a stone And those you have wronged, you know You need to let them know some way And those who have wronged you, know You'll have to let them go someday Don't you want to be there? Don't you want to cry when you see how far You've got to go to be where forgiveness rules Instead of where you are Don't you want to be there, don't you want to know? Where the grace and simple truth of childhood go Don't you want to be there when the trumpets blow Blow for those born into hunger Blow for those lost 'neath the train Blow for those choking in anger Blow for those driven insane And those you have wronged, you know You need to let them know some way And those who have wronged you, know You'll have to let them go someday Don't you want to be there? Don't you want to see where the angels appear Don't you want to be where there's strength and love In the place of fear Words and music by Jackson Browne © 2002 Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP All Rights Reserved My Stunning Mystery Companion What with all my expectations long abandoned And a future I no longer saw my hand in How I found you is beyond my understanding My stunning mystery companion I know that you don't want to be Out here forever on this road Or live among the boxes Where all my past lives have been stowed Maybe you're thinking of someplace With a garden by the sea Where we could slow down And you could put a little more work in on me What with all my expectations long abandoned My solitary nature notwithstanding You're the one who pulled me Out of that crash landing My stunning mystery companion Right now I can't quite remember The cause of all my tears I hear you laughing and somehow The past just disappears Maybe you were joking when you said You'd take me for ten years and no more Maybe you've had the best of me But you could take another ten years and be sure What with all my expectations long abandoned And a life that just gets more and more demanding There's no doubt that you're the reason I'm still standing My stunning mystery companion Words and music by Jackson Browne © 2002 Swallow Turn Music, ASCAP All Rights Reserved